Disclaimer: Don't own twilight or characters.

Okay i am writing this for a couple of reasons but the main and most important one is that i have writters block for my other three on going stories so maybe this will help spark my brain into working. So for those of you who are patiently waiting for me to update my other stories i am working on them...slowly.... so Enjoy Bell and Edward prolouge

Let me know if i should continue to write this cause i might be totally boring and not know it :) won't get mad if you tell me i am

Baseball players get injured all the time right, you know all that running and sliding into home, don't ask me baseball is not my idea of an actual sport. Phil, the love of my mother's life plays minor league ball, he has his head in the clouds most the time as he travels around the country from game to game. I get to watch my mother's eyes tear up as he leaves again and again, not to mention the heart to heart phone calls that literally tear her apart for hours after she hangs up. I can't stand to see my mother so upset. She has to travel with him, but of course, she is not willing for me to stay here alone. There is no family for me to stay with either on her side or Phil's.

Phil is due home this weekend and my mother is ecstatic, apparently, he has some great news. My mother and I have been arguing constantly about her joining Phil and allowing me to stay home. She wasn't having any of it, and of course she has spoken to Phil about it in length. Hearing one-half of those conversations was not pleasant either; promptly I leave the room when the phone rings from the first conversation and on. Maybe he got hurt, just on the news the other day I heard that some baseball player broke his leg during a disagreement with another player so maybe Phil got injured too. I can only hope it would solve all my problems at least for a little while.

I was sitting on the couch wondering if Phil was actually hurt and if not where I could live while my mother joined him on the road. The thought of Phil actually being hurt might throw my mother into a panic attack so I never brought up my theory. It was squashed as I heard the front door open and see Phil walking upright and looking extremely fit and healthy as usual. I frown but hide it quickly and put on a smile for the team.

"Hey, kiddo how have ya been?" He asks after greeting my mother with a hello and a kiss.

"Fine," I mutter my mood dampened by the thought of my problems still not being solved. None of the three of us are happy, at least if I was living elsewhere I would be the only one unhappy. My mother and Phil's happiness is much more important, I have my whole life to fine happiness, and I am only a teenager.

It isn't until later that night that Phil brings up his good news again and from the look on my mother's face he already told her while I was upstairs in my room doing homework. The dinner table sits between the three of us as I look wearily at the beaming faces of my mother and Phil. I tentatively smile hoping once again for the best. Maybe he has been fired and my mother and him can live happily ever after now.

"Bella, honey you know how we have been fighting about you staying here while I go on the road with Phil?" I mother asks pensively and I wait for the other shoe to drop.

"Yeah…" I say warily looking and poking at my meatloaf.

"You tell her babe, I don't want to mess it up." My mother croons at Phil.

"Last week in Philly I ran into my old coach he is the new assistant coach for the team we were playing, well anyway we got to talking and he mentioned that his son had just made one of the Seattle teams. I remembered him, just a kid back then now he is about 23 or 24 I'm not really sure, straight out of college. It is such a shame too, you know what happened to him. Did you hear about it on the news? Edward Cullen, the batter just kept swinging that bat at him, it took three members of security to pull the crazy guy off of him."

"What does this have to do with anything? I heard the story on the news last week, if I needed a play by play or actually cared I would have looked it up online." I grumble not feeling very sympathetic at the moment, sure last week when I heard about it I was worried for the guy, my mother and I had talked about it for a couple of hours. Good distraction from the fighting we usually did.

The are both smiling at me now, and Phil continues, " Well, you see with his dad being all the way over in Pennsylvania along with the rest of his family the poor guy needs someone to help him out around the house. You know since he is on crutches and everything. He is way to proud to even consider hiring a nurse, but I thought it would be the perfect situation for you to not only be helpful but also have a place to stay."

My eyes widen at the statement, my wishes answered, but they want me to live with a strange guy. Alarms go off in my head almost instantly and my reaction must be plastered like a billboard on my face.

"Bella, Honey…Don't be alarmed kiddo, his dad is like a father to me Edward was hanging around the field all the time as a kid, I watched him grow up…he was practically family to me before coach left." Phil explains making me feel a little less alarmed at the whole situation, but thankful for the circumstances to have arisen.

I must have the only parents in the world that want to send their daughter off to live with a crippled 23 year old man. It makes it sound even stranger for me to say that this guy is my step-father's ex-coaches son whom is almost like a brother/son to said step-father. What does that make him my semi-partial kinda/ uncle/brother? I roll my eyes at that thought, too complicated.

The conversation continues mostly without me, plans made and dates are set giving me less than a week to pack my stuff and prepare to go. Phil and my mother would accompany me to the airport but would get on different planes seeing as they were headed to Florida and I to Seattle. A taxi would be waiting to take me to Edward Cullen's house where I would finally meet the guy. School, I would attend the local one and help out Edward as needed by cooking, shopping, and other such things that might be hard for someone with a compound fracture to the tibia.

Nervousness spreads over me as I excuse myself from the conversation and head up to my room to start staring at my stuff to decide what I would bring. There is not much to decide about for the most part, jeans, shirts, shoes, and my school stuff. I wonder what stupid town he lives in, I only picked up that it is not in Seattle but somewhere else, but I missed that part of the conversation.

I settle reluctantly into bed still awash with anxiety over the ending of my boring life with my mother, I got what I wanted. Now my mom will truly be happy and I will put on that happy face so that there are no second thoughts. I will do this for my mother for her happiness she deserves that much. I fall asleep with peaceful thoughts of my mother watching Phil play ball and stay in fancy hotel rooms with him.