Bella POV -- Four
I was standing behind the gate at day care. My head didn't even reach the top of it, so all I could see was the little white bars criss crossing in front of my face. I had pushed Eric Yorkie because he called me a girl. I mean, I am a girl, but I don't like when people call me one. Plus he was mean to me all day long. So I got put in timeout, all by myself. It was a small room, with no toys to play with or anything. My face slipped into a pout and my chin was quivering. I crossed my little arms over my chest. Edward, my bestest friend in the whole world, came running over, when he saw me all alone.
"What's a matter Bella?" he asked.
"I'm in timeout," I pouted. He ran right up to the gate. He was a little bit taller than me, but not by much.
"How come?"
"I pushed Eric." Edward's smiled his crooked grin.
"Why?"
"He called me a girl."
"But you are a girl." I pouted even more.
"But you're not," I reminded him.
"So?"
"So I wanna be what you are," I explained. He laughed.
"Bella you can't be a boy. You're a girl," he giggled.
"Then will you be a girl too?" I asked, my voice pleading. My lower lip was trembling and I felt like I was going to cry. I didn't want to cry in front of Edward.
"No, I'm a boy. I have to stay a boy. And you have to stay a girl. But don't worry Bella, I like you as a girl," Edward said. He pressed his palm to the gate and I reached out and touched mine to his.
"Really?"
"Really, really. You'll always be my bestest friend," he promised.
"Edward?"
"Yeah?"
"What's married?" I asked. I remembered my parents saying this a lot but I never knew what it was. But I could always ask Edward. He knew everything.
"It's when a Mommy and a Daddy have to live in the same house and get jobs and have babies, and always play together, like best friends. You have to do it when you're old," he explained.
"Really?"
"Yup."
"So are we married?" I asked, confused. We weren't a Mommy and a Daddy but we always played together and we were best friends.
"No," he snorted. My lower lip began trembling. "We're too little."
"How old do you have to be to be married?" I asked. He thought about it for a minute.
"Old," he said finally.
"How old?" I asked.
"Six."
"Edward?"
"Yeah?"
"Will you be married with me when we're six?" I asked. If you had to be married with someone then I wanted that someone to be Edward.
"Sure Bella."
"Really?"
"Really, really." I smiled at him. He peeked over his shoulder and grinned. "I'll be right back." He suddenly turned and ran back into the playroom. I watched as he ran right over to Mike Newton, the biggest crybaby in the day care center. Edward stood near him for a minute, until Mike looked up and asked him something. Edward didn't answer. Instead he kicked Mike's block tower over. Mike started crying. The day care lady ran over to Edward and scolded him, pointing a finger in his face. She picked him up under the shoulders and carrying him over to the timeout room. I stayed silent until he had been placed next to me.
"Edward that was very mean. You'll stay here until you learned your lesson," she scolded. She turned and walked back to the other kids.
"What'd ya do that for?" I asked.
"So I could be in timeout with you," he explained. He took my little hand in his. "So you don't have to be alone." I rested my head on his shoulder and he rested his head on mine.
"You're my bestest friend Edward," I told him.
"You're my bestest friend Bella," he replied.
"Really?"
"Really, really."
Bella POV -- Five
I was at Edward's house. We were having a sleepover, like we usually did on Saturday's. It was nighttime already, not too dark, but dark enough to see the stars. The night was perfectly clear, no clouds, which was unusual in Forks. It was always rainy in Forks. We were lying in the grass in his backyard, looking up at the sky. The grass was a little wet, but we didn't mind. The tops of our heads were touching as we both spread out in the grass. We were making pictures in the stars.
"There's a smiley face," I said. I lifted my hand and traced the outline in the sky.
"There's a rocket ship," Edward said. I looked to where he was pointing. It just looked like a jumble of stars.
"There's a flower," I said. I traced the line that was the stem and the petals, my finger fluttering in the sky.
"You keep seeing girl things," Edward complained.
"Well you keep seeing boy things," I retorted. I thought for a minute. "Edward, what's the difference between girls and boys?" I asked him.