A/N: So, I am one of those people who watch a movie or listen to a song and think "That would make a great fic." That is how this whole story came about. It is based on the movie Sweet Home Alabama. If you haven't heard of this movie you should really watch it. Seriously, it's one of my favorites.
Thank you to my beta for this story, juliegirl18. She helps me out so much, especially with commas. I suck at those, LOL. Thank you to Bella's Executioner for prereading for me.
Bella grabbed her bike from the ground, yelling to her mom that she would be back before dinner. At ten years old, Bella was trusted enough to ride down the long dirt road by herself. In a town this small where everyone knew who she was, her parents felt she was completely safe. As much as she loved the peace and quiet of her small hometown, Bella still knew deep down that she was meant to go places, do things. She found herself riding her bike on this path almost daily because her best friend Edward lived at the end.
Bella Swan and Edward Cullen had been best friends since they were toddlers. When you saw one, you saw the other. Whether it was baking cookies with Esme Cullen or shooting BB guns with Charlie Swan, they were inseparable. Even when other boys his age had picked on Edward for having a best friend that was a girl, Edward had remained by her side.
Bella peddled her bike as hard as she could, her long brown hair blowing in the breeze behind her. Finally arriving at Edward's, she threw her bike down and ran into the back yard where she knew he would be. Flinging the door to the old barn open, she found Edward exactly as she had a hundred times before. He stood before her in an old pair of ripped jeans and one of his favorite flannels, a pair of old work boots on his feet. All were splattered with paint that had somehow not made it on the large piece of cardboard in front of him.
Edward loved to paint. He had begged his mom and dad for canvases like real artists used, but they weren't able to afford them at the time. So, Edward had settled for large pieces of cardboard that he would tack in front of him while he worked on his masterpieces. He often imagined that one day he would have his very own place to paint in peace and not have to hide away in a barn.
"Edward, whatcha doing?" Bella asked as she took a seat on one of the extra stools Edward had brought out for her one day. He figured since she spent as much time in here as he did, she should be comfortable.
"Nothing much. You ready to go?" he asked her as he began to pack away his painting supplies. He cherished every item he had. Not knowing when his parents would have the extra money to buy him more supplies, Edward made sure to take care of the ones he had.
Once he was all packed up, he walked over to Bella and grabbed her hand, leading her out of the barn. The two of them walked hand in hand down the well worn path behind the Cullen's property. They both knew this path very well since this too was a daily thing for them. Once they had reached the meadow, they both laid down in the tall wildflowers, hands still clasped between them.
After a few moments of silence, Edward turned to Bella, almost willing her to look at him. Finally feeling the sensation that he was watching her, she turned to him, brown eyes meeting green.
"Bella Swan, one day I'm gonna marry you," Edward told her with complete conviction. Bella looked over at him, smiling widely. Bella shook her head at him, laughing a little bit as she sat up. Edward followed suit, and sat up beside her.
"Now why would you wanna marry me, Edward?" she asked him as she held his hand tightly in hers.
"So that every day you can be the last person I see before I go to sleep and the first one I see when I wake up," he told her. They both smiled at each other and leaned in together, sharing their first kiss.