A/N: So don't have a tiff, I'm still writing One. But I've been playing with this idea for a very long time and this story line hits close to home so it's going to be fun to write.

Special Thanks: To all of my friends who basically created this story line for me.

Chapter 1

White Houses by Vanessa Carlton
Maybe I'm a little bit over my head
I come undone at the things he said
And he's so funny in his bright red shirt
We were all in love and we all got hurt

"So, you'll come over tonight?" Edward asked me as I sunk my feet into the soft, surgery sand. The waves of the ocean were perfect today, softly layering over one another then coming undone by the shore.

"Do I even have a choice?" I retorted. Realistically, I loved going over to his house on Saturday nights, but I didn't want to come off desperate.

"Nah, not really," he bickered back. There was a moment of silence as he peered down at me, tossing a football from one hand to another. His messy bronze hair being highlighted by Florida's strong suns natural rays. "Come on, let's jump in the water."

Not even waiting for my reply he bent down and wrapped his right arm around my waste and picked me up, all the while still holding his football in his left hand. I noticed he got sand on my beach towel as I stood and said to him, "You're brushing that off."

Ignoring me, he dropped the ball and wrapped his arms around my waist and picked me up. Giddy like the teenage girl I was, I laughed, "You better not drop me!"

I could hear Alice's and Rosalie's laughter behind us, loving the entertainment that followed me and Edward whenever together. In the water, Jasper and Emmett were throwing the football and acting like idiots.

"Hope your ready to get wet," Edward said roughly into my ear, and for a moment it sounded like a double meaning. His cool breath blew on my neck, and made me shiver in all places of my body.

I had no time to analyze what he said, because before I knew it, I was being dropped into the cool waters of the Atlantic Ocean. As I resurfaced, I looked towards Edward, who was chuckling at me. I glared at him, playfully, and splashed water towards him.

Suddenly he was behind me. Arms wrapped around my body and his chin resting on my shoulder. I noticed Alice and Rosalie decided to jump into the water and were respectively sharing a moment with their boyfriends.

"It's so nice out today," I commented. The sun was beating down on us and the water was five shades of crystal blue, a light breeze wafting from the east made the heat tolerable.

"You look so nice today," Edward whispered into my ear. I rolled my eyes even though he couldn't see. Butterflies fluttered inside my stomach against my will, knowing Edward was naturally a flirt but couldn't help it.

"What do you want?" I teased him.

"What? I can't comment on how beautiful my best friend is?" He said defensively, and I had to laugh.

I shimmied out of his arms and playfully slapped at his arm, "Go play ball with your boys' babe."

Making my way towards the shoreline, I smiled at the two perfect couples. Rose and Emmett just made sense, as did Alice and Jasper. At times I was almost jealous of how easily they found each other, but then reminded myself that I was better off alone.

After some time, I was sick of the sun and decided to head home. I said a quick goodbye to Alice and Rose, promising them we would hang out tomorrow. I would've said goodbye to the boys, but they were deep in the water, messing around, so I didn't even bother.

There were many perks of living only a few blocks away from the beach. One being, I could walk to it whenever I wanted or even ride my bike. Another being my bedroom overlooked the perfect view of the ocean, and was a beautiful site first thing in the morning, to watch the sun rise over the Atlantic.

I walked into my house and threw my beach bag on the floor near the stairs. The scent of vanilla and salt overtook my senses.

"Mom," I called out.

"In here Bell."

I walked into the kitchen and saw my mom grabbing her keys, purse in hand. "I'm going over to the mall to have lunch with Lisa then shop for awhile. Do you need anything?"

"No, I'm good."

She smiled at me, "Your father went to play golf at Seminole and probably won't be back till later. We have to go to this party tonight in Palm Beach, so it looks like you're going to be on your own today."

"S'okay. I think I'm going to hang at Edward's anyway," I told her, and instantly she beamed with the mention of Edwards's name. At times I could've sworn she had her own crush on him.

"Well that sounds perfect. If you see Esme and Carlisle, tell them I say hi. I need to give her a call, maybe we could get together for dinner one evening," she spoke absentminded. "Anyway, if you need anything just call me on my cell."

Soon after she left I ran upstairs, towards the third floor, and jumped into the shower. As I dressed in a tank top and white denim shorts, I noticed it was still early in the afternoon. I was combing my wet hair out when I heard the doorbell ring.

Rushing to open the door, Edward stood in front of me, wet hair, t-shirt and board shorts. I could notice the slight bit of sand on his feet and legs. "What's up?"

"Why'd you leave?" He asked as he bombarded into the house and made his way towards the kitchen.

"Just got sick of the sun," I said honestly, and sat in one of the chairs to the island.



"I don't know. I just thought you were mad at me or something," he spilled out.

"Why would I be mad at you?" I asked dumbly.

He just shrugged his shoulders and asked instead, "So, you still coming over tonight?"

"Yeah, unless you have other plans."

"Why would I have other plans?" He narrows his eyes at me as he asks.

I shrugged my shoulders, not in the mood to get into it with him.

"I was thinking I would pick you up and we can grab take out from Countyline and watch some movies," he suggests.

"Sounds good."

He leaves a few minutes later, saying he'll be by to pick me up around five. He acts like he doesn't care, but I know he does. He takes our movie nights seriously, considering their becoming more and more sporadic.

The thing with Edward is we have been friends since we were little, and I've known him practically forever. Though everyone assumes we're in a relationship with each other, they're wrong. I couldn't even imagine having him as a boyfriend. It's easy what we have now. Besides Rose and Alice, he was one of my closest friends and I didn't want to ruin that by stupid teenage hormones.

Five o'clock rolls around and I walk outside to our front patio. Edward is sitting in his Wrangler Jeep, beeping his horn. The sun is becoming a perfect shade of orange as it nears its fade in the west. I can feel the strong rays on my back as I walk to his Jeep.

I jumped into the passenger seat; the scent of salt and gasoline in the summer heat. Edward looks over at me briefly, smiling his sweet smile. And in that moment, I come undone like the ocean waves breaking away. The butterflies are back.

Later that evening me and Edward ended up back at my house. His parents were going to be home all night, and because my parents weren't going to be home till around early morning, we figured my house would be the best for a movie marathon. I think he just liked our fifty inch plasma and the recliner.

We got sick of watching movies around nine and just decided to turn on the Marlins baseball game instead. Edward grew up playing baseball but switched to football when he started high school, learning he actually had talent and started playing varsity only as a freshman. I played volleyball and ran track. We both shared a mutual love of sports.

"The Marlins suck," he commented as a batter struck out again.

"Mhm," I agreed.

"I'm hungry."

"I've got Ben & Jerry's in the freezer," I sang.

"You've been depriving me," he said dramatically, offended.

I got up off the couch and made my way towards the kitchen. I could feel Edwards's presence behind me as he followed.

"All right so I've got two of the Half Baked, and only one Cookie Dough and Fudge Brownie," I opened the freezer and pulled both the Half Baked out, knowing it really wasn't a question.

Edward grabbed the spoons and I popped the lids, and soon enough we were both indulging ourselves in Ben & Jerry goodness.

I closed my eyes and moaned softly as I brought the spoon up to my mouth. So perfect. When I opened my eyes, I noticed Edward staring at me weirdly.

"What?" I asked him, wondering if I had something on my face.

"You really have no idea what you do to me," he replied, smiling slightly. In a blink of an eye he was standing right in front of me, our ice cream forgotten.

He was looking straight into my eyes and brought his mouth so close to mine that I could feel his breath fan across my face. The butterflies were there and I knew what was coming.

"I shouldn't do this, but fuck it. You're killing me," he said, and then his lips were on mine.

It wasn't magical. It wasn't romantic. It wasn't perfect. It was rough and sloppy, and felt right. For the first time in my life, I actually felt in content even though it was against what I wanted.

He was all over me. One minute his lips were on mine, then the next they found my neck, sucking. He wrapped his arms around my waist, picked me up and set me on the kitchen counter. Settling his body right between my legs, I wrapped them around his torso, wanting him to be as close as possible to me.

I couldn't get enough of him. His taste was sweet and a hell of a lot better than any kind of ice cream Ben & Jerry's had to offer. The way he grunted when our tongues fought for dominance. Everything felt right.

Eventually we broke away from each other, panting slightly.

"Promise this won't change anything," I said to him honestly.

Looking into my eyes, I search his. Such a dark shade of green, I could still find soft remnants of golden sun blended in with them. I know what he's about to say isn't going to be a lie. I can just feel it, but the butterflies are still there; always there.

"Promise," he says. And I come undone.

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