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I don't remember when I realized that drawing put me at peace or found it helped me escape from the world, but it was my most favorite thing to do. My hand moved across the sketch book with perfect ease and texture. I stopped and let out a sigh when I realized what I was drawing. Or more importantly, whom I was drawing. It seemed like no matter what I did, he constantly invaded my thoughts. I tried to move on, I truly did, but how can you move on from someone you've been in love with your entire life? It was nearly impossible.
I let out another huff and carefully ripped the page from my sketch book. It would have to be hidden with all the others. I grabbed the small stepping stool from below my bed and went over to the book shelf. I couldn't reach the top on my own, so there was no reason for anyone to think I would put anything up there. That's why it was the perfect hiding spot. Not like it really mattered anyway. Everyone knew I was in love with him, except for him, of course. I stepped up onto the stool and reached for one of the folders that was hidden up there. It was becoming quite thick. Almost time for a new one. That would make it five folders. I rolled my eyes as I thought of how pathetic I was. He obviously had no feelings for me except for friendship, and here I was keeping folders of drawings I had done of him hidden. I quickly placed the sketch into the folder, closed it shut, then put it back where it was. No use getting lost in sketches of him, that would only lead to depression. As I stepped down from the stool, I heard my phone start to ring.
'I'm a Barbie girl, in a Barbie world,
Life in plastic, it's fantastic!'
I let out a chuckle and shook my head at my best friend's ringtone. I still couldn't believe I let her talk me into setting that up for her, but whatever Alice Cullen wanted, Alice Cullen got.
"Can I change this ringtone yet?" I asked as I answered the phone.
"No you may not!" Alice cried through the phone. "You know you love it and it reminds you of me!"
I had to smile. Even though I hated the song, it did remind me of Alice. It was peppy and perky, just like the little pixie. Alice was a tiny little thing but she was fierce, and anyone who knew her knew you never dared to go against Alice.
"So, what do I owe the pleasure?" I asked as I sat down on my chair facing the window. It was actually sunny out, which was rare for Forks, Washington.
"You're coming bowling with Jazz and I tonight!"
"Oh am I?" I asked as picked at my fingers.
"Yes, and don't even bother saying no because you and I both know you'll end up coming anyway." Alice stated firmly.
"Alice, I really don't feel like being the third wheel tonight."
I heard Alice gasp on the other end of the phone and couldn't help but wince. "Have we ever made you feel like the third wheel?"
I bit my lip as I contemplated my answer. It was true; Alice and her boyfriend, Jasper, never made me feel like the third wheel. I always felt wanted and they knew exactly what to do to cheer me up. They were some of the greatest friends you could ask for.
"No, you haven't. I'm just not in the mood to go out." I answered.
"Isabella Swan! Are you thinking about what I think you're thinking about?" Alice cried out loudly.
I smiled and replied, "Munchkins?"
"You're a riot, Swan. Be ready by five! Love you!"
"Alice, wait!" But before I could finish she hung up the phone.
I let out a groan as I pulled the phone away from my ear while mumbling, "Stupid pixie."
I sat my phone down on the table before bringing my legs up onto my seat to rest my chin on my knees. I really didn't feel like doing much of anything, but I refused to tell Alice that. Then I would have to listen to the whole speech on how I should tell him how I feel and blah, blah, blah. I've tried to tell him how I feel, it never worked out. I always chickened out and made myself look like the biggest fool every time.
I was broken from my thoughts when I saw a shiny Volvo drive towards my house. I couldn't contain my smile as I jumped out of my chair and ran out of my bedroom. I should have known better to run because I tripped twice from the chair to the door, but even that didn't remove my smile. When I finally made it downstairs, only tripping one more time, I was just in time to see my older brother, Emmett, walk towards the front door.
Emmett was a year older than me, although he looked much older. At eighteen, Emmett towered over all the kids in our high school and was about twice their size in muscle. Emmett was one of the star players on our school's football team and senior class president. He had the world at his feet, but his dream was to become Chief of police just like our father, Charlie. Everyone, including our father, tried to explain to him that he should leave, go to college and make something of himself, but Emmett didn't want to hear any of it. He was extremely proud of our father and always said he could only wish to be half the man Charlie was.
"What's going on?" I asked as I reached the bottom of the steps.
"Edward and I are going to shoot some hoops," Emmett answered as he opened the front door to reveal Edward Cullen standing there.
Edward Cullen was Alice's older brother, my brother's best friend, and my best guy friend. Edward was quarterback and captain of the football team, and was one of the most known kids at our school. He knew how to play guitar, piano and sing. He was quite the package. Everyone loved him and he constantly had girls throwing themselves at him. Who could really blame them? Edward was beyond gorgeous.
My breath caught in my throat from just the sight of him standing there in sneakers, black mesh shorts, and a white tank top. His bronzed hair was tussled in the normal 'I don't have to do anything to it and it still looks good' way, while his beautiful green eyes were almost as bright as the sun. His lips were pulled back in his trademark lopped smirk and his amazing jaw line showed traces of a not quite five o'clock shadow.
"Hey, what's up man," I heard Emmett greet him along with a fist bump.
I shook my head. I would never understand the concept of a fist bump.
"You ready?" Edward asked as he walked through the front door.
"Yeah, just let me grab my bag," Emmett replied as he jogged past me up the stairs.
When I looked up, I tried to contain the huge smile on my face, but failed miserably. Edward was looking at me and I had to remind myself not to stare. His smile only got bigger when our eyes connected.
"Hey, love" he whispered as he moved towards me as I blushed.
He started to call me 'love' over the summer break and I thought it was the most amazing thing in the world. Though I was pretty certain he didn't realize he was doing it. When he first did it, I had choked on my water and had to ask him what he called me. He looked at me in complete confusion and I never brought it up again.
When Edward wrapped his arms around me for a hug, I felt the familiar tingles I always got when he touched me. I couldn't help how utterly perfect and complete I felt in his arms. After a couple seconds, I reluctantly pulled away.
"How are you?" I asked as I leaned on the railing of the steps.
Edward shrugged his shoulders. "Can't complain."
I smiled. Edward was easy like that. As we stood there and talked, memories started to flood back into my mind of when we were younger. Edward and I had always been close. Ever since I could remember, Edward treated me the same way he treated Alice. He was extremely protective and one of the best listeners out there. There was a time when I was seven and he was eight, I was on the swings at the park while he and Emmett played on the slide. Some older kids came up to me and yelled at me to get off the 'their' swing, causing me to cry. Before I could even take a step away, Edward was there screaming at the kids to leave me alone. There was another time when I was a freshman and he was a sophomore, some guys thought it would be funny to pick on me during gym since I couldn't play any sport to save my life. We were playing dodge ball when the leader of the group, a junior, decided to hit me with the ball even though I was sitting on the bleachers out of the game. Edward found out about it and beat the living shit out of the guy. He was suspended for three days. Emmett would always joke and say, "She's my little sister dude! You're making me look bad!"
"What are you up to tonight?" Edward asked, breaking me out of my thoughts.
I rolled my eyes and let out a small groan. "Your sister is dragging me bowling with her and Jasper."
Edward let out a chuckle. "I take it you don't want to go?"
I shook my head. "Nope! But you know your sister; she'll drag me out of here if she has to!"
"Let's go!" Emmett yelled as he raced down the steps with his gym bag in hand.
"Hey, what's Rosalie doing tonight? Maybe I can talk her into coming bowling with us?"
Rosalie Hale was Jasper's twin sister and Emmett's long time girlfriend. They met back in their freshman year and have been together ever since. Rosalie was beyond gorgeous, and people often wondered what she saw in someone like Emmett, because of his tendency to be outrageous and goofy. She would simply answer, "He makes me laugh." Rosalie was a tough girl. She took no shit from anyone, and always spoke her mind. She was a lot to handle if you didn't know her.
"She's out at some thing, at some place, with her mom and her aunts," Emmett waved off.
I looked at my brother in complete shock. "Nice, Emmett. Do you ever listen to your girlfriend?"
"I listen to her!" Emmett exclaimed. "But come on, even she wouldn't expect me to remember that."
Edward and I both laughed before Edward turned to me. "What time is my sister picking you up?"
"Well, how about you suffer bowling for two hours, then I'll come by and save you? How does that sound? We'll go catch a movie." Edward suggested.
My smile was so big it was actually hurting my face. "That sounds great!"
I was on cloud nine. I barely registered Emmett telling me to let Dad know he would be home later, or the fact that Edward was giving me a hug goodbye.
As soon as I heard the familiar sound of gravel underneath tires as the car pulled away, I let out a very Alice like squeal as I jumped up and down. My life was going great. Now, if I could only get up the courage to tell Edward I was in love with him, my life would be perfect.