DISCLAIMER- (for the whole story) I do not own the Twilight saga or any of the characters that are in the saga. This is a fanfiction written purely for fun and to get some (hopefully) nice reviews :) Nor do I own any of the music or songs mentioned throughout.

Summary: Edward and Bella have been best friends since before they could remember and are slowly starting to reveal their true feelings to each other. But one day tragedy strikes leaving Edward in a coma. When he wakes he has retrograde amnesia- and cannot remember a thing about Bella. Then it is up to her to try to rebuild their strong relationship and to recover his memory. But is it possible to create a friendship without a foundation of memories to build it upon?

Okay, so votes guys. Do you want a chapter playlist or a song quote with this story? For this chapter I'm going with the quote since this song is very much like this story:

I like the way you sound in the morning.

We're on the phone when without a warning;

I realise your laugh is the best sound I have ever heard.

I like the way I can't keep my focus,

I watch you talk; you didn't notice.

I hear the words but all I can think is: we should be together.

Every time you smile, I smile;

And every time you shout, I'll shout for you.

Woah I'm feeling you baby;

Don't be afraid to jump then fall, jump then fall.

-Jump Then Fall, Taylor Swift

Foundation of Memories

Chapter 1- Vicious Circle

Bella POV

I crossed my arms over my chest as I lay awake pondering Jacob's offer. We did work well together as a team but did that mean that dating would be a good idea? And, yes, the only bad comment we had ever gotten when in a skating competition was that there wasn't much chemistry between the two of us, but did that necessitate 'getting to know each other better'? Because I was fairly sure that I knew Jacob pretty well… well, I had been sure. Until today when he had dropped the bombshell that he liked me. It was a bombshell to me, even if it hadn't been to Alice who had scoffed and told me I was blind. What other secrets was he hiding?

Suddenly there was a muffled bang outside of my window. I jumped slightly, and then snorted into my pillow; idiot.

"Bella!" he hissed through the window. "Come on! Don't you dare pretend to be sleeping again- I know you're not!"

I grinned, and slipped out of bed, padding softly over to the window. I pushed the curtains aside and raised an eyebrow at the gorgeous, bronze-haired boy on the other side. I unlatched the window and let him into my bedroom, shutting it quietly behind him before whispering, "Are you trying to wake up the whole neighbourhood or something?"

Edward rolled his eyes and climbed into my bed, pulling the duvet up to his chin. "That was your fault for not leaving the window open."

I joined him in my bed then, loving the feel of his muscled arm winding around my shoulder and pulling me against his torso. I snuggled into him and rested my head on his arm. "You're wet," I observed with a small giggle.

"It is raining outside," he replied, turning on his side so he could look at me. "We still on for tomorrow?"

Now it was my turn to roll my eyes. The next day was Valentines day, and it was an unspoken agreement between the two of us that every single year we were each other's valentines, even though we weren't actually an item. "Of course. Why bother asking?"

He shrugged. "Just wondering. You might have agreed to go out with Jacob." His tone got angrier as he said my friend's name. Edward and Jacob hated each other like… I don't even know what. I didn't know why they hated each other either. Well, I knew why Jake didn't like Edward- he considered him competition. Pfft, that showed what Jake knew. The thing was that while I very much liked Edward in that way, he clearly didn't have the same feelings for me. Sure, we did the odd couply thing together – like the Valentines day outings – but we had been best friends since before either of us could remember so he had probably never even thought about me in that way. Me, though? Oh, believe me, I thought about him in that way all of the freaking time.

"I'm not going to ditch you, Edward," I sighed, and then my brow furrowed in confusion. "How did you know that Jake asked me out?"

Edward frowned. "Seriously, Bella? Have you not seen the way he looks at you?" His arm tightened around me like the protective older brother he acted like. "Besides, I'm the one he called to ask where you like to go."

I felt my brows shoot up. "Really? What did you say?"

Edward buried his face in my hair and didn't reply, and I knew he had said something to Jacob that I wouldn't want to hear.

I put on my best strict tone and said, "Edward. What did you say?"

"I told him that you like spicy food," he mumbled.

"But I hate spicy food," I pointed out.

"I know that," he said indignantly. Then I felt him smile that gorgeous crooked grin against my forehead. "But Jacob doesn't."

I poked him. "That wasn't very nice. To me or to Jacob. What if I had said yes and he had taken me to somewhere that only does spicy food?"

"Then you wouldn't have gone on a second date?" Edward suggested cheekily.

I rolled my eyes again. "If I liked him, Edward, I would have gone again. But I don't like him like that so I'm not going in the first place. Besides, I think Jake would have remembered that I told him that I like Italian food best."

"You told him that?"

"Duh. What, you expect us to just talk about skating in training?" I snickered. "Ah, Eddie, you have so much to learn…"

Edward was silent for a moment, not even telling me off for using his much-hated nickname, playing with a few strands of my hair. I shut my eyes, revelling in the feeling that I loved so much; obviously, I wouldn't tell him that though.

"Do you tell him your secrets?" Edward said then.

I laughed. "What secrets?" I said, pretending I had none. Really, I only had one secret but I would never tell Jacob that I thought that I was in love with Edward. Or anyone else for that matter; if you didn't include Alice. And I hadn't even told her- she was just pretty good at guessing these things.

"All the ones you tell me." Edward rolled back on to his back, pulling me down on to his chest.

I smiled and looked into his dazzling green eyes. "You mean the fact that my best friend-slash-next-door neighbour sneaks through my bedroom window almost every night?"

Edward grinned back, one side of his mouth lifting higher than the other as usual; his signature smile. "Yep."

I crawled up his chest and whispered in his ear, "Of course I haven't told Jacob that, you noob."

He chuckled quietly, and grabbed my wrist. "Don't call me a noob, you noob."

"Noob, noob, noob…" I sang, poking his chest with every time I said the word.

Edward started to tickle me mercilessly then, his fingers digging gently into my sides until I couldn't breathe for laughing. "Get off!" I gasped breathlessly, and Edward reluctantly let me go so I could get my breath back.

For a long while we lay there side by side staring at the ceiling, our whole bodies touching all the way from the tops of our shoulders down to where my toes scraped the middle of his calf, because he was that much taller than me. His feet even dangled over the end of my bed, but that was just because my bed was tiny, as he complained about regularly. I reached over and draped my arm over him, gently trailing my fingers over his six pack. That was the wonderful thing about being best friends with the guy you were in love with – or at least very attracted to – you could touch him like this, or hold hands with him, or hold him hostage in your bedroom and there would be no questions asked. At least, not from either of us.

Naturally, there were many bad things about being best friends with said guy as well. Such as the fact that the more you saw him the more you fell, and that went in a vicious cycle. You knew all of his secrets, all of the crushes he had ever had and you would lie awake for hours thinking how you could never live up to any of them. Not to mention the very worst thing- you were too scared to even consider making a move because you had more to lose then you had to gain. Really, saying anything about my feelings was pretty much a lose-lose situation.

"Bella?" Edward's voice pierced the silence.

"Yes?"

"Why did you say no to Jacob?" he said so quietly that I thought I had heard him wrong. But then he continued. "I mean, surely you must like him to be able to look at him like you do when you skate together?"

I blushed, not wanting to tell him that whenever Jake and I had to do a routine that was in anyway romantic, I just pictured his face. His green eyes instead of Jacob's almost-black almond-shaped pair. His permanently messy 'sex hair' (my nickname, not his) instead of Jake's recently shorn black tuft. "How would you know how I look at him anyway?" I shot back at Edward after a second. "You never come to watch."

I felt him shrug beside me. "I've seen pictures."

"Why don't you come, anyway?" I squeaked and I couldn't keep the hurt out of my voice. We had had this conversation a million times before, but every answer I got out of him was different, and I didn't know if I believed any of them. It was almost as though… almost as though he felt embarrassed to tell me the real reason. I wished he would just tell me the truth. Then I wouldn't feel this… frustration… the feeling that he was keeping something from me.

"I don't like skating," he said simply but, even though the words flowed easily and sounded honest enough, the excuse was like a line delivered by a skilled actor.

I sighed, and inhaled his delicious scent. "I wish you would come," I murmured eventually. "It would mean a lot to me."

"I'll come next time," he told me.

I nodded, but we both knew that he wouldn't. That was what he always said- next time. I promise. It made me more than a little sad that I had lost count of the number of times that he had broken the very same promise.

I looked at the clock then and saw that it was well past midnight- almost one o'clock. I turned to Edward. "You should go. I have to be at the rink at five thirty and I won't be able to sleep with you here."

He sat up and pulled me up with him, pulling me gently on to his lap once he had made one by crossing his legs. I fitted my spine into him and let him wrap his arms around me lovingly. "I'm sorry," he whispered in my ear. "Really, I am. I will come this time. Promise."

I didn't know how to respond to that, so I just blinked furiously against the tears that I felt welling up and stroked his forearm with my index finger.

"Bella," he groaned. "I don't want to leave things between us on a bad note. Especially not on Valentines day." He planted a small kiss on the side of my neck and I giggled.

"I suppose it is Valentines day now," I said thoughtfully.

"Indeed it is. Which leaves me one thing to ask you before I go." He cleared his throat as though he were about to say something important, which made me laugh because we both knew what he was going to ask. He held my elbows and twisted me around so that I was facing him so that he could look sincerely into my eyes and say, "Bella Swan, will you do me the honour of becoming my valentine?"

I smiled. "Of course." Then I leant in to peck him on the cheek, taken fully by surprise when he turned his face to the side so that my lips collided with his. His arm snaked around my neck and pulled me closer to him, crushing our lips together. I gasped into his mouth but didn't move to stop the kiss at all. I mean, why would I do that?! I moved my lips heatedly against his desperately moving my hands up so that I could bury my fingers in his gorgeous bronze hair and tug on tufts of it. He groaned into my mouth and pushed my lips open with his own, sliding his tongue deftly in my mouth and stroking the top of my own tongue affectionately. I moaned as he pushed me backwards so that I was lying on my back and he was lying on top of me, being careful not to crush me. I didn't know what the hell was happening here, but God I liked it.

"Bella," he breathed against my lips his right hand coming down to my hip, before recapturing my mouth with his and kissing me deeply. I took my hands out of his hair and moved them down his back until they were resting on his ass, making him groan into my mouth. My wandering hands prompted his to do the same and scrape up my side until they were lingering at my breasts.

I didn't know how long we kissed for before he eventually tore his lips from mine and pressed his forehead against me. We were both breathing deeply, our racing heartbeats mirroring the others. I tried to push my lips at him again, but he halted me by taking my chin in his hand and whispering, "You should sleep." Then, without giving me a chance to snap my sarcastic response at him, he was over by the window with one leg already halfway out.

I got off the bed and followed him. "Edward…" I started as he slipped his other leg out too, so that he was standing on my tiny veranda.

He looked back at me. "Yes?"

I looked into his eyes, and smiled at him. "Nothing. You're picking me up from here at four?"

He grinned right back. "On the dot." Then he winked. "See ya." He swung his leg over the railing between our verandas and waggled his fingers at me before disappearing back through his own window and into his own bedroom.

I shut the window with a smile and got back into bed, pressing my palm flat against the wall, knowing that not only was Edward's bed was pushed up right up against the same wall as mine, but also knowing that he would be doing the exact same thing. Ever since I had been tiny it had been one of the biggest comforts ever to think that there was just a wall between the two of us. And every night, without fail, I slept pressed against the wall with the distinct feeling that he was mirroring my position on the other side.

***

"C'mon Bella!" Jacob groaned when I tripped on my toe-pick for the fourth time that morning. "You're so unfocused this morning!"

"Am I?" I said in a falsely surprised voice; I was hardly about to tell Jacob that my mind couldn't stop running over the kiss Edward and I had shared the night before. Nothing like that had ever happened before ever. True, we had a stupidly close relationship for 'friends' but never before had our relationship developed past falling asleep in each others arms or sharing the odd two-second kiss to put off someone who thought they had a chance of getting off with one of us.

"Uh… yeah!" Jacob stared at me like it should have been obvious. "Seriously, what happened to the perfect Bella? You've tripped, like, six times today!"

"Four," I defended myself indignantly, sweeping across the rink in a circle to prove that I could do it.

Jacob rolled his eyes and skated to my side, spraying ice at me as he skidded to a halt. "Try again?"

"Sure," I agreed, up for anything even though we had been here now for six hours straight. The both of us worked here at the rink in pretty much all of our spare time so that we could have the main rink to ourselves all of Sunday morning until midday when the lessons started. Sunday was occasionally a long day if we stayed after our session to help out with the kiddies lessons, but we weren't doing that today.

"Okay," Jake said confidently. "Go from the flip jump?"

I scowled. "No. I can do that move, Jake. Go from the start. All the way through with no stumbles, no trips, no slips."

Jacob laughed his little laugh that can only be described as 'Jacoby' and grinned cockily at me. "If that's what you wanna do."

I nodded firmly. "It is."

Jake shook his head and slid over to the side of the rink where he grabbed the remote control for the radio and pressed play on the stereo. As soon as the introduction to our cut of Love Story by Taylor Swift started, I took my place in the centre of the rink.

As I could have predicted, the routine went perfectly, at least as soon as I pasted Edward's face over Jake's so that I could get the right expression on my own face. Every jump, flip, lift… was perfect right down to timing the last second and landing on the right side of the blade and spinning at the exact right angle. It was as though there was something… special there with us. And I had a feeling that it had something to do with Edward.

"Time's up kids!" a voice called and Jacob and I looked up to see Lisa, the owner of the rink, grinning at us. "That was amazing, by the way, guys. I'm looking forward to that competition. The others don't stand a chance."

I smiled back, gliding smoothly to the exit, where Lisa stood, and pulling the tie out of my hair as I did so. "I don't think we have it in the bag just yet," I told her.

"Yeah; you should have seen the number of times Bella tripped this morning," Jake agreed with a laugh, tripping lightly to my side. Yeah, the both of us were graceful as swans on the ice; off it? Eh… not so much. Let's just say that my clumsiness had landed me in A&E a fair few times in my life, but I'd never had to be carried off of the ice on a stretcher.

"It wasn't that many times…" I said as I pulled on the pink laces that brightened up my old and, to be honest, fairly tatty skates. I had gotten a new pair for my last birthday, and they were lovely and comfy and everything, but I always wore these in training because of the sentimental value. Edward had gotten me my first pair of professional skates when I had turned thirteen, and luckily my feet had barely grown since. Edward had gotten me the florescent pink laces too, but that was more recently; I had told him how much I hated the colour so of course he had to buy them as a joke. He didn't know that the moment I had got home I had laced them into my boots, wanting to wear them just because he gave them to me.

"You want a drink before we go?" Jake offered as we walked out of the double doors that led to the rink and into the foyer.

I glanced at my watch. "Um…"

"C'mon!" he begged. "It's on me! Besides, I have something I wanna give you."

I bit my lip, hoping that he hadn't got me anything expensive, but found myself nodding at the same time. "I guess I can make time," I said.

Jake grinned his most Jacob-y grin and grabbed my hand leading me to the cafe that was part of the huge sports centre. Holding hands wasn't really a big deal for me and, even though I knew that it did mean something to Jacob, I didn't stop him from doing it. Because I knew that if I started to get funny about touching, how were we supposed to do pairs figure skating together? Really, that sport needed chemistry.

A few minutes later Jake and I were inhabiting the circular table in the corner of the cafe, overlooking the rink. I watched as the little kiddies stepped slowly on to the ice to start their lesson, my eye especially on little Keira. I knew that, as the usual teacher of this Sunday class, I wasn't supposed to have favourites but… well, sometimes you just couldn't help it, you know?

Jacob cleared his throat awkwardly, and I tore my eyes from the ice to look at him over my cream-laden hot chocolate. "Yeah?"

"I got you a little something for Valentines day," he said, a little awkwardly. "It's not much but…" He shrugged, and handed me a squashy, badly wrapped present.

I took the gift with my free hand and then put my drink down so I could open it. Once I had torn away the paper, I shook out the material that took the shape of a tight-fitting, long-sleeved navy blue top with a glittery white skate on the front. I grinned at him. "Thanks, Jake. That's really quite awesome."

He grinned back. "Well, you said you needed a new training top so… yeah. Check out the back."

I turned the top over to see the words 'Pro Skater' and then my name written in white calligraphy across the back. I laughed. "Thanks," I said again. Then, I looked around. "I think I left your present over there. Wait here." Then I stood up and went over to the desk, picking up a packet of Love Hearts and buying them. I went back to Jake and handed them over with a smile. "Happy valentines day."

Jacob rolled his eyes, and then ripped open the top, reading the first one before grinning and tossing it to me. "You better have that one," he said.

I flipped it over in my palm reading the inscription of Pretty girl and then snorting once and dropping it into my hot chocolate.

"Ew," Jake muttered.

I looked up, expecting him to be 'ew'ing at me putting the candy in my drink, only to see him looking over my shoulder. My brow furrowed but before I could turn a pair of hands covered my eyes and a mouth was at my ear. "Guess who," a velvety voice whispered.

I giggled and pretended to think about it. "Um… is it Brad Pitt? Oh Brad, have you finally come to rescue me?!"

Edward laughed and let go of my eyes before flopping down in the empty seat next to me. "Not interrupting anything, am I?" he asked in a blasé way, looking directly at Jake in a way that can only be described as a little patronising.

I kicked him subtly under the table as Jacob sneered at him and said, "Not too much."

Edward smirked right back, ignoring my hint. "Good. Then you won't mind me taking Bella away for our date." The way he said that last word was heavy with implications and, though I knew he only said it in that way to wind Jake up, it stirred the memory of our kiss the night before and I wondered if this time he actually meant it…

"You were supposed to pick me up from my house at four, Edward," I said then before this could turn into another freaking bid for alpha male, "so I think I can stay for a while longer."

He just shrugged, casually swinging his arm over my shoulders in a gesture that was sweet, instantly sending my stomach into butterfly-central, but also more than a little possessive. I shot him a glare and leant forward to pick up my drink again, not bothering to try and shake his arm off though; it was far too nice. Comforting.

I licked the cream daintily off of my hot chocolate, and looked back down at the tots skating session, pretending not to notice the angry and egotistical silence that had descended on our table since Edward had turned up. Edward's arm was white-hot, the tips of his fingers gently caressing my bare shoulder in a way so intimate that I could have sworn that it should only be done behind closed doors. And that would have been nice had I not been able to feel Jacob's heated glare on the both of us when just a few moments ago he had been kidding around with me like the guy I knew he was.

I knew that I had to do something to settle the peace between the two of them before they started going at each others throats like dogs, but God knew that I couldn't be the one to do that. That would be one of the most unfair peace-settling ever because we all knew that I was biased, and God did Edward use it to his advantage, waving me in front of Jake's face like I was his property. It must have been the equivalent to pissing on my leg and claiming me as his territory.

Yeah, the Edward that came out to play whenever Jake was around was possessive, annoying, egotistical… and, yet, still completely irresistible… Sigh.

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Aw :) Well, guys, this is the new story :D I hope that you liked that chapter

Before I get asked about it, I just want to say that, yes, their relationship is moving pretty fast but they've been best friends for years and these feelings have built up over time. I would write that but there are a million and one stories about that out there and I don't want to spend chapters and chapters on that when that is not the story.

And I want to say that I know that usually pairs skating is done to music without lyrics but I don't want to do that because… well, I think lyrics make music more interesting :) In this chapter, the Love Story song wasn't really all that significant- it was just the first love song that came into my head haha. There will be a link to each of the songs I use in this on my profile.

Also, I know that the summary makes it sound all angsty and sad but I don't intend for it to be that way. Just a happy little friendship-building fluffy story with a tiny bit of drama. I hope that's okay with you guys 'cos that's what I prefer to write :)

If you've come to read this from The Hard Way To Learn A Lesson then thank you so much- you're awesome ;) If not… um… go read it? Hahaha. Don't worry, I won't make you ;)

So I hope you liked this. Not many people have been introduced but this is only the start. The next chapter's in EPOV and, believe me, that boy has an interesting mind. Hahaha, I love this Edward. So far I think this story is gonna be a little more raunchier than THWTLAL but not enough to go up a rating- I'm a 'T' girl, you know that ;)

So if you want a little insight into the egotistical Eddie's mind… please review?

If you never know what to write, then I love to hear what bits/lines you liked or the bits that made you laugh :)

Thanks so much guys!

Steph