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SUMMARY: BASICALLY THE THREE GIRLS HAVE BEEN HAVING DREAMS ABOUT THE THREE GUYS EVER SINCE THEY WERE LITTLE. ALICE AND ROSE ARE SUPERMODELS AND BELLA THINKS NOTHING OF HERSELF. THEY BECOME GREAT FRIENDS WHEN THEY ALL COME TO FORKS FOR THE SMAE CAUSE, TO FIND THEIR TRUE LOVES. THIS IS A CRAZY STORY AND AS YOU CAN SEE FROM OUR OTHER MAIN SUMMARY, THEY HAVE LOTS OF ADVENTURES TOGETHER. WE HOPE YOU ENJOY IT, WE DEFINITELY HAD A GOOD TIME WRITING IT FOR YOU GUYS.

Chapter 1: Dreaming about...

Rosalie POV

It has been 10 years so far; ten years since I first closed my eyes and had that first dream. Ten years and the dreams keep coming about that same one person. I have no idea if he exists, or if it is all in my head.

I am now seventeen and I still can't get him out of my head; Emmett Cullen. I think he must be real, somewhere on this earth. He has to be. I know everything about him, his memories, his feelings and the rest of his life. He is the most gorgeous thing I have ever seen on the planet. I fell in love with him as soon as I set my eyes upon him. I fell in love with his jokes, with his memories, with his great booming laugh; I am in love with someone I have never even seen in person.

You must think I am crazy now, even I question my sanity. It is the same every night though, as soon as I close my eyes a new flood of information comes. You could ask me a question about him now and I would be able to answer it.

But the question still remains, does he actually exist? I hope to the skies he does and if someone could prove to me right now that he does, I would never stop looking until I found him and saw him for myself. You might be asking yourself who I am. Well I will tell you then.

My name is Rosalie Melodia Hale. I am Italian. You could tell anyone my name and I am sure they would recognise who I was straight away. I am a supermodel, but as anyone would tell me, Top model in Italy, Top international model, Top model in Europe, Italian model of the year, Best new model, Sexiest new model, Best natural beauty, Best runway walk, Best magazine spread, Taken part in 32 runway shows, 56 photo shoots taken, Top dressed to six award shows, Wanted by every man and envied by every woman. But really, I just want to be me.

I have always however, always had this funny affect on men. It was almost like I could get them to do whatever I wanted them to. Of course it doesn't always work but I just feel something strange inside me every time I try to do it.

I am very Italian looking with long blond hair going all the way down to my waist. I have that great natural, olive tan. My legs are very high, skinny but muscular at the same time. (This is because of my hobbies.) I have a very neatly toned figure with curves in all the right places and not a bit of fat anywhere I don't want it. Men love me.

I was however born with some strange deformity, don't worry, it only affected my eyes!

For some very strange reason my eyes are very bright and they seem to sparkle in the day and glow slightly at night. They are also not a common colour. Well, they are bright purple. I know it is really strange. But they do look fabulous with the colour of my skin and hair. This also helped me book a lot of campaigns with facial products, glasses and make up companies.

Now, my hobbies are quite simple. I am a professional figure skater and can do any trick in the book; I could probably go to the Olympics to be quite honest. This helps a lot in life because now my balance is really good, I can also dance very well now too but only with certain things. For example I have no clue whatsoever when it comes to tap or jazz, but I can do ballet pretty well and some ball room dances too. (I LOVE SPINNING!!!)

Then of course I love clubbing which helps a lot with modern dancing. I go to clubs at almost every opportunity. I am great at grinding and you know... club dancing.

Since I am a girl I do love to shop my heart out, especially with the constant flow of money being thrown in my direction. I love to dress up and all that and I always have to look my best on the ice-rink and whenever I go out in public.

Now i have to admit it I love attention and being the centre of attention all the time. I am very vain and not afraid to admit that. I love my life but... oh I don't know right now.

However, there is also that other side to me. The free side, the 'Wild Child'! I love fast cars and the feeling of the air going across your face and through your hair. That is not the only kind of speed though. There is the natural one. Here we come to my next hobby, the wonders of horse-riding.

My main event is show jumping; I can also do dressage and cross-country however. Wherever I move I always have to take my nine horses. I have three blacks, three bays and three white horses.(greys) My house always has to have a stable and be somewhere out in the open. I love nature and I also have this strange connection with animals, it is like they understand what I am saying or something crazy like that. Anyway, moving on...

I have never told anyone about my dreams; I never want anyone to know. All the titles that I have been given I have worked extremely hard for. I had to prove to myself that I could achieve something in my life after both my parents, Andres and Valerie, died in a car accident when I was three. I have missed then terribly.

Andres was never well known as he was merely a police officer. My mum however, she was one of the world's first supermodels. She was the perfect mother and a true best friend. I loved her with all my heart and I still can't bear to think about it. I moved through eight foster homes until I stumbled upon Jack, my agent. He was the one that discovered me.

He introduced me to the world when I was twelve. I was a model like my mum before me. I did lots of little campaigns and soon moved onto bigger things like runway shows and full five page spreads in the hottest magazines. I never would have believed that someone so young could get so famous so fast, especially as a model. (however, there was also Alice Young)

My school life ended at that point. Jack got me the best private tutors he could find. I was a multi millionaire already, courtesy of my mum, I added to the pile over my modelling years. It was just recently however that I had a dream that changed my life, it was two days ago.

Emmett was standing in the middle of the beach, his eyes were glowing and he seemed really excited about something. The wind was blowing his little locks of hair into his eyes, drop dead gorgeous. You could clearly see his toned muscles through his thin black tee-shirt.

Out of nowhere another figure approached. This was a first; I had never seen anyone besides Emmett in my dreams. As I looked at the figure I took in its appearance. It looked oddly familiar. Long, blond hair, olive skin, tall legs and purple eyes... wait a second, purple eyes?

OH MY GOD! IT'S ME! I walked right up to Emmett and next thing you know, he picks me up in a bear hug and lifts me off the ground. He looks deep into my eyes and I see a rush of emotion rush through his face.

My hair blew wildly around my face and Emmett gently tucked the locks behind my ears. He slowly leaned forward, still gazing at me and just before he kisses me the dream abruptly changes into something else entirely.

I think I was outside some kind of airport, there was a cab right in front of me and I ran up to it only to have my hand caught against two other girls' hands. We looked at each other and then giggled, they looked familiar. Well the American did. I finally recognised her as Alice Young, America's top supermodel. What a strange coincidence I thought to myself. I looked at the other girl, she was definitely English(I could tell from her pale colored skin)! Then Alice started to open her mouth to speak but the dreams started to fade away and...

I abruptly woke up and jumped out of my bed heading straight for the shower. I needed to clear my head. I couldn't get back to sleep after that, I just sat on my huge four poster bed and thought. What was that all about? What changed? Why was I there? Would it come true? Should I fly over to the little town of Forks and check for myself? Would the other two girls be there? Would HE be there?

My mind was running so fast and I think my brain was having a major overload. I finally started to feel dizzy and so I got off of the bed and dragged my shaking body over to the kitchen to get a drink of water.

Alice POV

Jasper was standing in the middle of a dance floor; his eyes were wide as he gazed towards the entrance where another smaller figure walked in. The figure slowly approached him. It surprised me when I saw her face. Normally in my dreams everyone's faces, except for Jasper's, were blurred out of view. As I looked at her face again I took in every detail.

She had short spiky, but cute, dark brown hair. Her nose was also cute and small. Her eyes were, wait a second, her eyes were exactly like mine, and they were a bright fiery orange.

This had to be me; nobody else had these eyes... or that hair... or that nose. It was me! But what the hell was I doing in the dream with him?

Jasper walked up to me and snaked his arm around my waist as soft music started playing in the background. I looked at his face and he was showing an emotion I had never seen before as he gazed into my face. He leaned down towards me then...BLANK!!! (grr!)

This was typical, you get loads of dreams you want to go away and the moment you want one to stay it disappears. To my great surprise I did not awake after this, I drifted into another dream.

I was at an airport and I reached my hand out for a cab's handle. My hand brushed with two others and we all giggled turning to face each other. One of the girls looked familiar, of course it did, and it was Rosalie. She was Italy's best supermodel. The other girl was pale and most definitely English. (no offence English peeps!) I opened my mouth to speak but then...BLACK!

I jumped out of bed startled with my mouth hanging open. This was not just another dream. I felt like it was sending me a message; a message to go and find out more!

Before I do, maybe I should tell you who I am. Well, were do I start? Maybe I should start with when my parents died...

I was only five or so when it happened. They were flying to Paris for their honey moon when their plane got hijacked by terrorists and...Well you know the rest. I don't really like to talk about it anyway.

My mother had been an actress and a very good one at that. She always played the princess or the pretty one who would always end up with the lead male.

I kind of took the same way as her, I became a model.

My full name is Alice Grace Young. I am American. You could tell anyone my name and I am sure they would recognise who I was straight away. I am a supermodel, but as anyone would tell me, Top model in New York, Top international model, Top model in America, American model of the year, Best new model, Miss USA, Best natural skin, Best individualized walk, Best fresh personality, Taken part in 28 runway shows, 59 photo shoots taken, Top dressed to three award shows and Top celebrity guest at three award shows. Wanted by every man and envied by every woman. But really, I just feel like good, old me.

I am very American looking but in my own way; Classic American with a small twist. I am not one of those really tall, big chest-ed, orange looking girls with the bleach blonde hair. No, I am an average height, maybe a little smaller, and I have naturally dark brown hair. However, my hair is cut very short as long hair with short body isn't a good look! Instead, to liven up my hair, I've styled it in a very spiky fashion, which if I must say so myself, is quite cool!

I have the natural honey tan that goes really well with my orange eyes. Yes, orange eyes! I know it is strange but I was born with it. My legs were quite long in proportion to my small body. Also, they are quite muscular but that is because of my non-supermodel activities. I am normally very hyper, almost pixie like. And, I always looked at the bright side of life.

I especially liked shopping! Shopping was the thing I lived for! Oh how I loved shopping! Anyway, getting back to the point, I loved shopping and clubbing, but I was sensible about the clubbing bit.

I loved clubbing so much because I was a dancer. That's right; when I wasn't modelling I was dancing. I could do basically everything; ballet, tap, jazz, modern and ball room. I loved to dance. It was so much fun; it was the only real way for me to express my emotions.

Well, I suppose there is only one other way, and that is through my other pass-time. It is gymnastics! After dancing for a few years I found out that I was really flexible and I decided to take a few classes and found out that I really enjoyed it. I have been doing it now ever since that first lesson, well when can fit it into my busy schedule that is.

Vaulting was always my best event in gym. I was always really good at jumping onto the spring board and jumping back off. (I LOVE JUMPING!) I liked the feeling because it was like I was flying. How cool would that be though? Imagine if you could actually fly? Totally cool, right?

I have another talent too though. That is hiding! Now I know it was really random and I have no idea why, but I can hide in practically any situation. It really comes in handy when the paparazzi are after you.

I love both of these sporting activities so much; it is just really hard getting to do them all. I always made sure then, that when I moved the new house always had a big hall and a gym. I needed the hall for my dancing and I normally converted it, or added a ballet studio. I always brought my old gym and ballet stuff with me.

I still have my faded pink ballet slippers that my mum had given me as a present on my fifth birthday. I never let them go and I never plan to. They are too worn out to were now and my shoe size have changed so they are just a token of my past now.

I also kept all my gym leotards and dancing outfits. I loved dressing up and it was really fun designing my costumes. I have never thrown one away, there is no point of me keeping them since I will never wear them again, but it was still nice to have a big collection of something.

I remember that one day at the foster home when Vanessa came in to watching me do some ballet. She applauded me a bit and I instantly liked her. I remember her taking me to her home, she adopted me but later on she became my agent.

I reached my full beauty when I was around thirteen. Vanessa was already in the modelling industry and so it was no problem trying to get me in. I love modelling. It was actually pretty cool being a model for the first time, but having the whole world stalking after you does also have its bad sides.

I have to admit I am really shy about people but nobody knows that because I always act like I love the attention. I don't though, I only really connect or even speak to people I have known for a while.

After she took me in I stopped going to school, I was home-schooled instead by some of the finest college and university professors in America. SO... as you can guess I am pretty smart, about two years over my age level. Oh how I longed to go back to school though, to go to the school that Jasper is at...

Wait a second! What did I just say? The school that JASPER is at? How could I not have realised that before. He had always been in one place in my dreams. In that little, always raining town in Washington called Forks.

I could not believe myself, rambling on about how smart I was and not realising the one thing that could change my life forever. If this was the one chance I had to see my other half, my Jasper, then there was no way on Earth that I wouldn't go. Nobody could stop me now... no wait they could. Damb, first I would have to get passed Vanessa. But after that, I would finally be free!

Bella POV

I had made my decision; my dream had said it all. This was the last little bit of information I needed to leave home. I loved and hated my life at the same time; this week however, I hated it.

Charlie, my father, was a multi-millionaire. I have lived with him all my life since my mother died when giving birth to me. I wish I could have known her, or at least remember her. I don't though and I am so frustrated with myself.

We live in London in a huge mansion. Charlie is never home because of work. He is a lawyer you see, but probably one of the most famous of lawyer's! I have also been home schooled all my life and so I have never really gotten the chance to socialize with anybody.

Every weekend I would go into town and talk to some people, nobody knew who I was and I liked it. Then one weekend when I was thirteen, the news spread and the media were all over it. Charlie had never even told anyone that I had been born!

I am quite pretty, not beautiful. I look very English with very pale skin. I can't get a tan very easily though. I have always found myself very plain, I mean I have no special characteristics that make me, me.

I am about average height and my brown hair goes half way down my back. I also have ocean grey eyes; I know everything is boring! Except, in those ocean grey eyes of mine, I have these odd little specks of silver and gold. You could describe them as lightning streaks if you like. I just think they are odd. My face is kind of heart shaped and I blush really easily, which is so annoying when I try to talk to some fit boys...!

I have always thought of myself as a little bit of a geek though. My only past-times are reading and writing, I know, how lame could I get? I read classics only; I don't understand why you want to read those gossip magazines. I know for a fact that half the things they say in them are never true. I don't watch TV except for the news in the morning and when I go to bed. They are hardly what they used to be about; the only names you can hear now are Rosalie Cope or Alice Young.

I don't get it.

I suppose on the outside I am all normal but I am different inside. My mind is very specific you see, I don't know why but when I make a decision I make it and nobody can get into my head to tell me otherwise. In other words, I can be quite stubben.

Charlie knows this and so he didn't even try to argue with me when I said I wanted to move to Forks. He asked why but of course, I didn't tell him. He would think I was crazy. To tell you the truth it was because of my dreams. Well not really dreams, but dream.

You see, since I was about eleven I have been having these very odd dreams about this mysterious stranger. Every night I would dream about him and now I basically know everything about him.

His name is Edward Cullen and I think that I am in love with him, but I never thought that he could actually exist until yesterday.

Edward was standing in the middle of the park with the wind blowing is bronze hair into his eyes. He smiled his crooked-smile and turned his head to another figure approaching.

I expected to see another blurred face but it never came, the details only got greater. I looked at the girl with long brown hair walking up to MY Edward. How jealous was I?

I saw them looking into each other's eyes and that was when I scanned the rest of her body again. It looked oddly like me, but that was impossible I told myself.

You could hear the soft rustle of the leaves as the breeze caught up. Edward took the girls hand and kissed it slowly. As I dreamed I swear I felt something cold touch my hand.

I looked at the girl one final time and she turned fully to me. This girl was no ordinary girl, this girl was me and her glistening grey eyes were gazing back towards me.

I woke up to find a cold sweat covering my forehead and I was panting heavily. How could that girl have been me? I tried to fall back asleep but of course it didn't work. I couldn't get the image out of my head.

Instead I simply looked up at my ceiling and started to day dream; letting my mind wonder off.

I was standing by the road and behind me there was an airport. I looked up to see a cab stopping and I instantly reached my hands out. They brushed with two other girls' hands who hadn't been there a second ago. Their hands were both quite hot.

I looked up to see the two most beautiful girls that had been playing with the media over these past few years. There stood tall Rosalie, the Italian supermodel. To my right was Alice the American supermodel. They were both giggling to each other.

We all looked at each other and a flicker of recognition stretched across their faces as they took each other in. Then they both turned to look at me and I felt so small and insignificant when in presence of the two of them.

Alice opened her mouth to speak but...

I awoke in the same state as before but this time I did not try to get back to sleep. I jumped out of my bed and ran downstairs to check the news as usual. It was nine o'clock already so it should have already started. I flicked to BBC One and what I saw amazed me. Both Alice and Rosalie said they were moving to Washington.

That was where Forks was and that was where I had seen them in my dream. It was all coming true; maybe the part when I met Edward would come true too... Don't get your hopes up too much, I thought to myself. This might just all be a great coincidence.

I sank further down in my seat and the great questions just kept running through my mind. But I had decided then and I am even sticking to my decision now. I am going to go to Forks and I will meet my Edward!

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