A/N: A new story for everyone. This is not A/H, this is how Twilight is, Edward and the Cullens are vampires. This will also be like the movie AND the book, but with my own twists.

If you didn't read the summary, here it is again; 17 year old Bella has been living with her father Charlie in the small, spooky town of Forks for two weeks when she begins having dreams of a strangely beautiful boy with gold eyes. 6 months later, it's like he walked straight from her dreams.

I hope all will enjoy this story. Soon you will catch on to how the chapters will flow; I will be going back and forth from past and present with Edward AND Bella POVs.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Twilight, I just like to dabble with it.

I based the title off of Jason Derulo's song "In My Head", but I have a version, much better, by Michael Henry and Justin Robinett. [Check them out on YouTube.]

Thanks to my gorgeous beta, AlexMerazh00r!

February 21st, 2009

Bella

I stood facing the meadow. Mid-spring and it was blossoming. Purple and white flowers rose high about the tall green grass. The wind blew and I watched as it swayed. Closing my eyes, I let myself drift and my mind wander.

I felt him breathing, as if he were beside me. I could almost hear the sound of his voice, calling my name, purring really. His velvety voice was what woke me from my dreams. I knew he wasn't real, he never was. It was all a dream.

I placed my feet on the cold hard-wood floors of my father's home. I'd been living with him for six months now. There was something I just couldn't shake, an odd and eerie feeling that my dream was real. I laughed almost insanely, that dream could never be real; those creatures don't exist.

I closed my eyes once more and I was at my meadow again, almost instantly. The feel of his breathing was now upon my neck, I shivered. I glanced up at the bright sky; the clouds were beginning to fade away. The breath on my skin was now gone and he was across the circled meadow. The beauty that was he made my heart lurch.

The way his hair stood at every angle in total disarray and in the perfect shade of brown, along with bronze-gold flecks and the gold of his eyes made my spine shake. He was beautiful, from his perfectly polished shoes to his ever pouty lips. There was not a single doubt in my mind that I loved this boy.

Just then a beam of sunlight broke through the sky and shown down upon the breathtaking meadow. I watched cautiously as the beautiful boy unbuttoned his blue shirt and stepped forward into the sunlight. A ray of sparkles hit me straight in the face. At first I thought he was holding a rock, making the specks dance in the light, but then I realized it was he who sparkled like diamonds.

I gasped, "You're beautiful."

The dream disappeared and I opened my eyes to the pitch-black of my room. I tried and failed multiple times to shake the feeling off of me as I made my way to the bathroom across the hall. This was habitual, I would dream of the beautiful nameless boy, wake up saddened and go get a glass of water; night after night. It was as if it were unavoidable, no matter what I did, my dreams were nothing but of the boy.

I do not know where he came from, but after two weeks in Forks, my mind was flooded with his face.

If only he were real…

They say that when someone is in your dreams, they miss you; but how is that possible if they are not real? Sometimes I can see a twinkle in the beautiful boy's eye, as if he knew he kept invading my dreams.

I drank my water in the silence of Charlie's home, with only his snores letting me know there was still a world outside of my head. I decided there was no reason to go back to sleep, so I started my day early. It was mid-February and the new semester was starting.

After my shower and a change of clothes, I rushed downstairs for breakfast, it was strange that I would wake up every morning at 4:16 am, get ready and still be almost late for school. I grabbed a Granola bar quickly and headed for my rusty red truck. Charlie gave it to me for my 17th birthday and a 'welcome home' present.

The day flew by as we were all adjusting to the new classes. I met my friends, Jessica and Angela during lunch and got our same table every day. Mike Newton and Eric Yorkie were always waiting for their girlfriends; I was always the third wheel, or 5th in this case.

We ate with the usual chatter until I dropped a Cheetoh and gasped aloud. A slow melody began to play in my head as I watched five pale beautiful teenagers-although they did not look of age-stride into the cafeteria.

"What's wrong, Bella?" I heard Angela beside me. I guessed she followed my gaze because I heard a small gasp somewhere next to me. "Jess, look." She nodded toward the new kids making their way in.

Jessica turned her head to them and back at us, smiling. "Those are the Cullen's', they just moved here from Alaska or something. I thought you guys heard? Everyone's been talking about them all day." She turned back and nodded at the tall, shapely blonde girl. "That one is Rosalie Hale; she's with the big burly-looking guy."

Angela and I watched the gorgeous pale blonde girl with long curvy legs walk in holding hands with a tall, burly and muscular translucent guy. He was also beautiful, but in a scary way. His dark brown hair was matted to his head. His shoulders were like boulders, huge and looked extremely heavy.

"His name is Emmett." Jessica said, staring at the couple. Rosalie and Emmett smiled as they walked together; I noticed their eyes twinkling at each other. They were pitch-black coal and nothing more. I'd never seen such scary eyes.

A short girl with spiky brown hair that stood everywhere walked, or should I say floated into the room; her steps were as though she were walking on air. Dancers feet, I guessed internally. She was twirled at the finger by a tall-looking southern man with short blonde hair like Rosalie's.

"That's Alice Cullen and Jasper Hale as well; they're like a thing, too." Jessica piped up. Angela beat me to the punch in asking too? Jessica smiled. "They're all together, it's really weird. Dr. Cullen and his wife adopted each one of them separately and now they're like, together." She grimaced and leaned into Mike's side.

Alice smiled as she fell back into Jasper's arms. It amazed me at how much Jasper towered over her; I bet she dominates the relationship.

The next thing that happened was heart straining, mine might have actually stopped. A tall, pale and lanky but muscular boy with bronze hair with golden flecks and pouty lips walked in the door. My eyes widened as if they were going to pop out of my head, along with my jaw hitting the floor.

It was impossible to hide my shock but I ignored Jessica's questions; they were all a blur anyhow.

My breathing sped and my heart did the same. I might have fallen over and croaked if he weren't the boy from my dreams.

He's real.

He's real.

He's real.

"He's…real." My voice was almost in audible to my own ears so it surprised me when I heard Angela ask what I had said.

The pale, beautiful boy was still striding toward his family's table in the back of the cafeteria as I had my semi-heart attack. I stared at his eyes, hoping and praying for them to be gold, but they never looked my way.

Jessica leaned in as he made his way past our table. "That's Edward Cullen, totally gorgeous, I know." Mike pouted beside her and then she consoled him.

All hope was lost until his eyes flashed at me. I stared, wide-eyed at him. His eyes were pitch-black just like his family. There was shock in his eyes but her recovered quickly, he averted them within seconds. I didn't blink at all from the time they walked in the door, I was afraid they might disappear.

My face was flushed, my eyes began to well up with tears and I was gnawing my bottom lip off as I averted my eyes from the beautiful boy, named Edward. I closed my eyes and prayed the tears wouldn't spill over. I took a couple minutes to recover before I opened my eyes to my friends.

Apparently I was the only one who had been affected by the Cullens' entrance because the cafeteria was clattering with loud voices and trays clicking. After collecting myself, I turned my head slowly toward the back of the cafeteria.

Five still, pale bodies sat huddled together at the one table that no one sat at. I caught Edward's eye once more and held it longer than before. That twinkle was in his eye just like in my dreams. There was a gravitational pull between us, as if magnets were trying to force us together; a spark as well.

I did not know who this boy was or why he kept appearing in my dreams repetitively, but I needed to find out.

A/N: How did you like this? PLEASE tell me, I need to know. I wrote this in my creative writing class earlier this week and I just had to make it a story. I would like a bagillion reviews PLEASE! The button is RIGHT THERE!

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