NOTE: Bella and Edward are, for awhile, thirteen years old.


"Diorama..?" I said—looking at the flyer Miss Appleton gave us in class with a dropped jaw. "We have to make a diorama for Science class next week?"

Angela shrugged then took a sip of her orange juice. We were walking home from school, like usual. "No big deal" she said nonchalantly.

I looked at her with a sarcasm showing all over my face. "That's easy for you to say," I said when I rolled my eyes. I looked away. "You're artistic so this project will be a piece o' cake. I, on the other hand, am not so this will be pure torture."

"Why don't you ask Edward Cullen to help you?" she suggested. "Didn't you say he helped you with a sculpture last week?"

I winced. "He's probably busy right now," I reasoned. "He is studying in a fancy private school after all."

Edward Cullen was my neighbor since the first grade. We became best friends, but we rarely hung out because he goes to some private school. You know, for the rich.

But even though I'm positive he'll help me when I need it, and vice versa, I doubt he'll have time for me now. He told me that he had this special project for his music class and he had to ace it or else. So I didn't bother him all week, which was making me feel kind of lonely. I only get to see Angela at school and by the bus stop where we split up. So I was currently getting bored.

"Try and ask him" Angela pressed.

"Fine," I groaned. "But if he kicks me out of his house, I'm blaming you for pressing me to disturb him in the first place"

Angela grinned. "I'll take my chances" she teased.

A few moments later, we arrived by the bus stop. We waved goodbye at each other then we went on our separate ways.

I was a few feet away from my house when I saw Edward walking towards his. He was still wearing his private school uniform: blue blazer, white button-down, khaki slacks, and black shoes. So it meant that he had just arrived from a tiring day too.

"Edward!" I shouted, cupping my hands around my mouth so that my voice becomes louder.

He stopped walking then he grinned at me. My stomach lurched and I felt heat come up to my cheeks. I immediately discarded the feeling and grinned back.

I ran up to him then said, "How'd your day go?"

He shrugged then fixed the strap of his bag on his shoulder. "Fine" he said nonchalantly. We began walking side by side, only separated by the fence between our houses.

When I remembered Angela's suggestion, I bit my lip. "So, um, you got some stuff to do?" I asked as I stopped walking. He stopped too then he looked at me with an arched brow.

"None" he said simply. "Why?"

It was my turn to shrug. I was blushing and I was mentally kicking myself for it. "Um, well, I was wondering if you'd like to help me with something."

"What is it?" he asked. I looked at him and I instantly blushed more. What was wrong with me? How come whenever I looked at him—the blazing green eyes, the messy bronze hair, the crooked grin—I felt like a retard? A thirteen-year-old shouldn't feel this way.

"I have a diorama I need to do," I said. "I'm pathetic with projects like that so I'm asking for help."

He grinned. Oh, here we go again. "Sure" he said. He began walking so I did the same. "I'll come by later."

I nodded then waved goodbye. "Okay"


A few minutes later…

I was sprawled out in my room, art materials all over the floor. I was reading my science book for some ideas on what to make when the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it" my mom said from downstairs. Seconds later, she said, "Bella, Edward's here"

"Tell him to come up" I shouted, still reading my book. I heard footsteps just outside my room and when I looked up, Edward's head peered through the small crack of my door.

"I'm here" he announced. He went inside my room, looked at me weirdly, and then sat on the floor. I noticed that he was wearing a striped polo shirt and khaki shorts. I looked down then I gasped when I realized I was wearing a tank top and mini denim shorts. Oh, talk about appropriate.

"So, can you help me come up with a basis?" I asked awkwardly, manically eyeing my room for a t-shirt. My bra straps were showing and a boy was sitting next to me!

"What's your topic anyway?" he asked, leaning forward to grab the book beside my hand. I blushed when his face was near my chest. I know a thirteen-year-old shouldn't worry about that much yet, but I was already near to a B-cup… if you know what I mean. So guys will tend to think dirty… not that I suspect Edward of being one of those guys. He's a complete gentleman.

"Um, I was thinking of something simple like photosynthesis" I said, casually leaning back so my chest was far away from his face. He noticed this and he arched a brow. But he didn't say anything. I told you he was a gentleman.

"A diorama of photosynthesis it is" he joked. He flipped the pages of my book to the table of contents. When he found the page for photosynthesis, he read the paragraphs. Moments later, he told me some of his ideas, which were highly simple. I kept nodding, hopefully at the right places, at what he was saying.

Then we soon began to work on the diorama. Instead of being quiet while doing the project, we chattered just about anything. He kept laughing when I told him about the girls in my school who were so obsessed with body glitter and lip gloss they were too shimmery. And I laughed when he told me about the guys at his school who were trying hard to show-off but ended up, almost every time, at the nurse's office. We both hated wannabes, and I'm glad I shared that pet peeve with someone other than Angela.

"Trust me," I said, amused. "If you were going to my school, you'd be completely surrounded by shimmer girls."

He arched a brow, a thing he usually does when he's amused. "What makes you say that?" he grinned.

I rolled my eyes. "Well, for one thing, you're totally cool" I said. "I bet you have tons of friends"

He shrugged. "Ten or more" he mumbled then I jabbed him with my index finger.

"See? You are popular!" I said smugly. "I bet you have girls lining up to be with you, too."

He winced. "EW, Bella" he groaned. "I'm thirteen and I still think girls are icky"

"Well, what if you reach fifteen?" I challenged, not being offended about him thinking girls are icky… since I'm a girl. "You'll probably be off kissing girls then!"

He shuddered. "Can we just finish the diorama?" he suggested. I laughed.

"I'm having fun making you shudder" I grinned. "Can I do it again?"

"Nope...If you do I'll do something to you you'll regret" he warned amusedly.

I rolled my eyes. "Bring it on, Edward" I challenged, also amused.

He playfully kicked my foot with his then rolled his eyes. "Let's just finish your project, okay?"

I laughed then nodded.


"Edward, your mom's asking for you" my mom peered in through the crack of my door, a phone in one hand.

I looked at Edward questioningly and he shrugged. He stood up then stepped outside my room.

Moments later, he came back. He rubbed the back of his neck then said, "Uh, I gotta go"

I nodded then grinned. "Sure" I said. "Thanks for helping"

He grinned then I saw something weird about him. His eyes didn't sparkle genuinely. It was like he was problematic at the moment. "No problem. Anything for you"

I momentarily blushed then rolled my eyes. "Okay, Casanova, you can go now"

He laughed then did what he was told.


A week later

"Morning" I yawned when I reached the kitchen. My parents greeted me in unison then went back to doing their businesses. I grabbed a piece of buttered toast from the table then munched on it slowly.

Suddenly, I heard a loud honk from outside. I looked out the kitchen window and saw a large truck parked in front of Edward's house. My mouth hung open. What the..?

"Um, why's there a truck?" I asked, dreading the answer already. Was this the reason Edward didn't hang out with me yesterday? He totally cancelled on our weekly ice cream trip. We do that every Saturday ever since we discovered we both loved the dessert.

"Didn't you know?" my mom asked in bewilderment. "Didn't Edward tell you?"

I shook my head, looking like a deer in front of a speeding car.

"Honey, the Cullens are moving away" she said softly.


Stop everything.

"M-moving away..?" I asked idiotically. "Now..?"

Mom nodded then looked at me sympathetically. "Yes, now."

I immediately dropped my toast then stormed out the house—still wearing nothing but a shirt and flannel pajama bottoms. Fortunately, I saw Edward—clad in a tee and khaki shorts—carrying a box towards the truck. He didn't notice me so I had to yell to get his attention. "Edward!"

He stopped at the sound of my voice then cautiously turned to look at me. I was probably looking hurt because there was guilt seeping through his face. My eyes stung because of the tears. They were ready to fall any minute.

How could he?

How could Edward Cullen not tell me he was leaving?

He was probably leaving forever!

"Bella?" he said my name with utmost awkwardness I sauntered towards him, my fists clenched at my sides.

"Edward, you didn't tell me you were leaving" I said blankly. "You're one of my best friends and you didn't tell me"

He looked away then adjusted his grip on the box he was holding at the moment. "I knew it'll hurt you…"

"So you think leaving without saying goodbye would ease it a little bit?" I gawked. "so you're just going to let me think you were still living in your house, when you're actually in another state?!"

He looked at me then but he said nothing. I eased up then looked at him softly now.

"I'm going to miss you" I whispered. He put down the box then pulled me into a hug.

"Me, too, Bella" he whispered back as we pulled apart. Suddenly, he squatted down, pulled out his favorite blue and red cap, and then placed it on my head. I blushed. "Here's to remember me by" he grinned. "This is my favorite so I'm guessing you've realized you're special to me, Bella."

I nodded and mentally thanked for the brim of the cap for clouding my face. I didn't want him to see me blushing. "Thanks" I said.

Then his parents emerged from their former house. Edward's mom saw me and she smiled. "Well nice meeting you, Bella." She said warmly, pulling me into a hug. Edward's dad grinned down at me then said the same.

Soon enough, the Cullens, along with the truck, drove away.


This is a preview of the next chapter:

I stopped short, my chest heaving up and down from exhaustion. I slowly turned around to look blankly at my mom. My vision began to blur. "I understand, mom. Don't worry."

Then I stormed out of the house. I weakly put on Edward's blue and red cap then let it obscure my face. I was crying… and I didn't want the neighbors to think I was an emo or something.

How I wished Edward would come back. He always made me feel better.

So that's the second chapter done! Please read and review. I want to have the same satisfaction as I have for my other story Model Love Affair. =]