A/N - So, this is my first multi-chapter fic. I wrote this fic in response to the missing summer that Edward and Bella spent together in between Twilight and New Moon. I want the pointless details. I want to hear about the day to day happenings between Edward and Bella. What did they do all summer? I was so upset with the missed time. Don't gloss over it. I like pointless details. I don't want to hear, 'We had a great summer together.' What did you do? So...this fic is my All Human take on new couple, Bella and Edward's, four month summer vacation from university. It is rated T, nothing graphic, almost zero angst, and sweet Edward, or Sweetward. I enjoy the interactions between people. So I wrote this for me, and those of you that like the stress free relationship details between Edward and Bella. I hope you all like it. I do not own the Swans, Cullens or Hales - They are Stephanie Meyer's.

Chapter 1 - Introductions

It was finally finished. The spring semester of my first year of university was complete. I had written my last final exam of the semester this morning. Now I had four whole months of freedom to look forward to. I couldn't wait. And it was made even better because I would have Edward by my side. As I sat on my bed, waiting for Edward to come over after his last exam, I thought back fondly to how we had met.

Edward and I had been officially dating for about a two weeks, but had spent the better part of the last six weeks together. We were in the same introduction to psychology course at the University of Seattle. Of course I had noticed him on the first day of class. He was the most gorgeous man I had ever seen. Athletic body, silky bronze hair and a face that rivalled any celebrity heartthrob. He sat two rows in front of me and three seats to the left. I knew this because I watched him more than I looked at the professor. I didn't even know his name at the time.

I was incredibly quiet and shy around the opposite sex, so of course I had never actually spoken to him. I had spent two and half months just watching his every move, learning that often rubbed his hands up and down on his thighs after looking around the room. I was always amused by this, as it seemed that he was nervous or anxious. I couldn't understand why, as he seemed to be a confident looking guy. He always walked into class with his head high and his shoulders back. Confident, but not arrogant. I had locked eyes with him one day in the middle of February, as he walked in to room. Of course, my eyes were always on the door, waiting for his arrival. For some reason, he looked right at me. He stopped walking for a millisecond, cocked his head to the side, and then unleashed a glorious smile in my direction, before moving quickly to his seat. It was like a spark flashed between us from across the room. As he sat down, he lightly shook his head, and started rubbing his thighs.

For the last month, we had exchanged smiles twice a week when he walked into the class. Nothing had happened beyond those 3 seconds of pure heaven that was Edward's smile. I had become dependant on it. Our week off for spring break, was close to torture for me. I missed that beautiful smile that showed his soul to me. I missed that connected to another human being, however minute it actually was.

But that all changed the day after spring break.

All the students begrudgingly returned to classes, many of them tanned from trips to the beach. I, however, was as pale as ever, having spent spring break in the library. I wanted to get the majority of my papers written before all the good books were checked out by the last minute procrastinators. I was glad that, because of my eagerness, the only project I had left, besides studying for my finals, was the psych project that the professor wouldn't give out until we had returned from spring break.

Our obnoxious professor decided the we should do our final research paper of the semester with a partner. Just my luck. I absolutely hated working with others. My grade should not be affected, just because I happened to get paired up with a slacker. And, believe me. I always got stuck with a slacker.

My luck had apparently changed this time, though. When we walked into class that day, there were name tags sitting on each desk. Professor Banner announced that he would be calling out the partner assignments and we had to fill in and wear the name tag so we could find our partners. As if this could get anymore agitating, I thought.

I wrote "BELLA" on my name tag and stuck it to my chest, as close to my shoulder as possible. I didn't need complete strangers staring at my boobs, thanks.

Professor Banner began reading out names. Apparently he thought he was quite the matchmaker, as the majority of pairings were guy/girl. This was not the ideal setup for a shy girl. Just when I thought my name wasn't going to be called, and I'd have to join another group as the third wheel, I finally heard my name.

"And finally, Isabella Swan and Edward Cullen." I breathed a sigh of relief. I was matched with a partner. I hadn't been forgotten. "Okay, class. Find your partners. You have the rest of the class to come up with a topic. Leave a paragraph detailing your idea on my desk before you leave today."

Now I just had to figure out one thing: who was Edward Cullen?

I automatically looked to my secret crush to see which lucky lady got to work with him. When I did, I noticed that he was turned in his seat looking towards the back of the room in search of his partner. I glanced down at his name tag that I could partially see on his right shoulder and saw 'Edw…'!

No way! I raised my eyes to meet his gorgeous green ones. His eyes were flashing back and forth between my eyes and my chest a couple of times. A stunning smile spread across his face as he grabbed his black messenger bag, and sauntered over to my desk. Again, his confidence was evident.

"Am I to assume that Bella," he pointed to my name tag, "is the shortened form of Isabella Swan?" Edward asked the question, then turned and pulled up another desk towards mine as if he already knew the answer.

"Um…yeah. Sorry. I never thought…" I started to ramble before Edward interrupted.

"No, no. It's cool. Would you prefer me to call you Bella?" I could feel my face blushing at his attention.

"Whatever you want. I mean, yes. Um, Bella's fine." Wow. I was pathetic. I breathed out a sigh and looked down at my sweaty hands in my lap. I couldn't believe I was making such a fool out of myself in the presence Edward.

"Hey." I felt Edward touch my arm. I reluctantly looked up into his beautiful eyes. "I'm nervous, too, Bella." He smiled at me genuinely.

And, with that honest confession, I relaxed completely. From that moment on, I knew that I wasn't alone in my feelings of affection towards Edward. We spent the next two weeks meeting at least three or four times each week. It was clearly more than was necessary to complete a five page paper on gender differences in brain function, but with each meeting, we had spent more and more time getting to know each other. I found myself able to relax and be myself around him.

We were finished our research and had written the paper at the end of the second week, but we continued to keep getting together. However, our 'meetings' started taking place at the coffee shop, or the movie theatre. Two weeks before the end of the semester, Edward asked me if I wanted to be his girlfriend. I had never been anyone's girlfriend.

The last two weeks had been pure heaven. Edward was the best boyfriend. He would bring me single flower every time he came over to the dorms, which was almost everyday. We spent all of our free time together, and even studied together. Edward would sit at his desk and read, while I would lay on his bed to study. He told me that I was too distracting to sit with after the first time we had tried reading together on his bed. That night ended up with a lot of kissing, but very little reading.

I was snapped out of my memories, by a knock at my door.