More than Friends

Prologue

November twenty first, two thousand thirteen.

The great day that by pure coincidence I met my best friend in the world. Edward Winchester. He was a sophmore in high school, I was a freshmen. Edward had tons of friends. Left and right. He was known around school. I was an outcast, a nobody. An anxious, worthless, sad girl.

I was on tumblr, as it is my natural habitat. I was scrolling through my feed, when something had caught my eye. Someone had insulted twenty one pilots, calling them 'nobodies.' Those 'nobodies' were my heart and soul. I loved them. More than I loved myself. Way more than I loved myself.

I was furiously typing a reblog, when I then noticed someone had already done so. My eyes scanned the screen, a small smile forming on my lips as a user had already responded, saying how they created art and shouldn't hate on something only because it's not their cup of tea.

I felt drawn to that kind, gentle soul. I quickly stalked their account, following them. Within seconds, the user had messaged me.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how I met Edward Winchester, a boy who lived half way across the country, who was basically my polar opposite.

He had flipped my world upside down. He helped me out of my drowing depression. He single handedly created me, into who I am now. He urged me into getting out of my toxic family, and that is what I am doing today. I managed to graduate early, and that meant I was free to go to college. I was moving to Bloomington, California. Bloomington was the perfect size, and it was so close to other cities. I enrolled into Riverside City college, and I was ecstatic because I had gotten a full scholarship. I honestly couldn't have done it without Edward, he helped me out of my hell hole.

I was currently on my plane from JFK to LAX. Edward would be picking me up. Oh, did I mention Edward Winchester lives in Santa Monica? Only an hour away from Bloomington! I was so excited to emark in this journey, to say the least. My parents had claimed to feel 'bad', and obliged me to receive their money for me to stay in a hotel until I got an apartment. As much as it disgusted me, I really did need the money and wasn't in any economic state to decline. Also, my mother is Kim Kardashian's NYC assistant sometimes.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we will be landing shortly. Please fasten your seat belts and remain in your seats. Thanks for choosing Southwest airlines." I quickly put on my seatbelt and try to remain calm. It seemed so surreal that the moment had finally arrived. I was about to meet my lifesaver and best friend.

I felt my adrenaline as the plane started to tilt downward. I felt my heart fall out my butt as we came in contact with the cold, hard pavement. The plane finally came to stop, and people were immediately standing up. I remained in my seat, choosing to wait instead of causing more chaos.

After what seemed like ages, I was able to get out the plane. My smile reached from ear to ear. I carried in one hand my carry on, and in the other a doughnut that I had been to excited to eat. I disposed of it and proceeded to get the rest of my luggage.

I saw the wheel go round dozens of times before spotting my luggage. I struggled to get them all, and it was no secret. I huffed and puffed in frustration and deep concentration. They were too heavy. I was way too out of shape for this. I breathed in heavily, and I had never been so determined to do something. I reached out for the big bag, before having a pair of strong arms come in contact with it, swiftly picking it up and placing it beside me. "Geez, April, give me yet another reason to show off my ripped muscles," a playful, raspy male voice said.

I made eye contact with the man, it hit me like a brick wall, this was Edward Winchester. My best friend and savior, Edward Winchester.

My heart stopped. It completely stopped. Everything did. I was frozen in place, and so was the rest of the airport. I was absorbing it all in, the day my new life officially began. Edward Winchester was beautiful. His green almond eyes sparkled, underneath lush eyelashes. He had jet black hair, pushed into a messy fringe. His skin was a soft, olive color. His cheeks were lightly decorated in freckled. His heart shaped lips formed a smile, maybe even bigger than mine. He wore a tight black tank top that accentuated his muscles, and tight black jeans. He had a pair of white converse, similar to the ones I wore. He looked much better in real life. 

My arms quickly reached for his waist, hugging him tightly and close to me. The moment I had been waiting for since freshmen year had finally happened. I met freaking Edward Winchester. The most important person in my life was in my arms. The person that had made me happy for nearly three years. Him. Edward Winchester. I never thought this moment would actually arrive. Ever. Never had I felt so happy to see anyone. A

new chapter in my life was about to start. Something I hadn't thought would actually ever happen.

Everything seemed so perfect now. Edward Winchester was here with me, he was real. I no longer lived with a toxic family. I was an independent woman. I was going to study journalism, as I had wanted since I was in sixth grade.

My life was perfect now. Things were looking up. I was living up to my dreams, something I had given up years before I met Edward Winchester. But here I was, embarking on a journey that would lead to my happiness and success.