Here you go guys, here is the first of the revised chapters, the next is done, but I am going to give it a day or two before I put that one up :) Also, in my little spare time I am going to work on more chapters....I have been slacking much :( If you have any suggestions please let me know :)

Boarding the airplane, I took a deep breath. As much as I loved looking out the window watching the ground disappear, I hated having my ears pop and the fact that we were thousands of feet in the air.

Looking down at my boarding pass I noticed I had missed my seat, which confused me since I'd flown coach class on the way here. That little pixie Alice must have changed my ticket before I left.

Alice, now that is one little ball of energy. How she ended up my best friend, I have no idea. She was the whole reason I was on the plane in the first place. She just had her big debut as a fashion designer, spending the week in New York for the New York Fashion Week. She'd invited me up for a couple days for a break from work. Thinking back on it, I started believing that she only wanted an excuse for giving me clothes. After spending a couple days behind the scenes, I was sick of clothes forever, vowing to never go through that again.

Thinking of the past week as I made my way back to the big leather chair put a smile on my face. As much as I hated the extra money she spent, I had needed this escape. Grabbing the safety card as I sat down, I started studying it carefully. You never know what could happen.

A chuckle interrupted my thoughts, followed by a voice.

"Paranoid about flying?" a velvety voice asked.

"You never know" my voice started trailing off as my eyes started working their way up to his face finishing at his eyes. I was breathless. They were a shade of green that had no name for it. The closest I could guess was emerald.

He had a smirk on his face and asked "You never know what?"

My mind was wandering off. There were absolutely no words to describe him. Remembering I hadn't answered him I felt myself blush and look down. I was probably drooling at this point in time.

"Um...that...you...um...never know what could happen" I said stuttering.

"What might happen?" He asked with a crooked grin that was to die for. I needed to keep myself together, which seemed like a tough task at this point.

"In case the plane crashes or something..." Damn those eyes...they were distracting me.

He was settling down in the seat next to me, something I definitely wasn't expecting. His eyes appeared to laugh, though he didn't out loud.

He looked amazing all over. His hair had a life of its own. It was bronze and seemed as though he had just woken up. I started wondering what it would be like to have my hands running through it... Stop it Bella, stop having these thoughts.

The fighting within my head was interrupted by the intercom from the pilot.

⌠We will begin take off in a few minutes. Please make sure all of your electronic devices are turned off. The tray tables in front of you need to be put up as well as your seats. Also make sure your seatbelts are fastened securely. I'll let you know when we are close to landing and we thank you for flying with United Airlines."

Taking a deep breath, I listened carefully to the airline stewardesses. They were going through their usual routine of the safety information. I couldn't help but glance his way while turning to watch the ladies. There was that smirk on his face again as he pulled out a pair of headphones to listen to the music provided.

As they were finishing up they went to sit down. While we were picking up speed, I watched the tar mat tumble by faster and faster. Then slowly we began to lift off. I found myself holding my breath as we made our way up into the air, the ground beneath us starting to disappear. The cars getting smaller and smaller until they looked like toys that were soon gone. I finally let my breath go after watching for a while.

Now the fun part: my ears popping. I hated that feeling. It was something I could never get used too. After gazing for a little longer, I held my breath once again, as well as my nose, and blew hard against them, hoping they popped the first time, which thankfully they did. I looked over and saw my seat buddy was starting to laugh, and from what it looked like, he was laughing at me.

"Is there a problem?" I asked curiously.

"No, I swear it's nothing, but have you never heard of chewing gum? So much easier. And, you keep yourself from having to do what you just did. Not that I minded, I thought it was adorable," he said with a smile.

I felt my face start blushing. I always seem to find myself turning red easily. It was one thing that I absolutely disliked about myself; it made me want to disappear. To get away from making myself more embarrassed, I plugged in my headphones and found myself turning to the first classical station I could find. Hopefully this would get my mind off of the guy next to me.

About 30 minutes later I felt something poking my side. My first thoughts were: where am I and who the hell is poking me? I sat up straight recognizing that I was on an airplane on my home from New York. Now for the other question. Looking next to me, I saw an angel sitting beside me. It was this guy that kept making my thoughts go off track.

I felt another poke and knew I needed to get out of these day dreams.

"Um excuse me...uhh," he leaned over, whispering in my ear, "I'm sorry but what's your name? I never got it."

"Yeah, because you were too busy laughing at me," I muttered before replying, "You can call me Bella."

"Your name fits very well, you are very beautiful. And, my name is Edward, by the way."

Feeling my cheeks turn red once again, I looked back out the window.

Hearing someone clear their throat I realized it was time for the oh so wondrous airplane food. I never looked forward to this part of the flight either. Anything you got did not look edible and usually the bread was still half frozen.

"Chicken or pasta?" the flight attendant asked me.

"I'll have to go with the pasta." I had once tried the chicken and vowed I would never try the meat on airplanes again.

"Same here," Edward replied. After receiving our trays of food, which I was expecting to be small portions and half of the things still cold, I went through the few different things poking them to see if they were still edible. I was surprised that the food was actually warm and smelled rather good.

"Have a bad experience with plane food before?" the velvety voice that belonged to Edward asked.

"Basically every time. I always forget to save the roll though." I said in return.

"And what use could you have for an airplane roll?"

"It would be excellent to hit someone in the head with. You could do some damage with it if you were to ever get into any trouble. Also you don't have to worry about carrying anything heavy"

"You have a very excellent point, but, hate to disappoint you, the food in first class usually isn't like that. It's looking like you'll have to wait for another plane ride to get it."

"Darn it. I was hoping on getting a free weapon."

He chuckled and went on to eat his meal, and as did I. Wow. He was right. The food was so much better than coach class. I never knew there was such a great difference between the two. Why did Alice have to introduce this to me? I might not be able to go back to my cheap tickets. Though, I wouldn't have to be worrying about it for a few months. My restaurant was set to open up soon.

The restaurant. I smiled at the thought. I was finally going to have my dream come true: owning my own restaurant. There were so many things left to be done. Thankfully my partner for the restaurant was absolutely amazing. We had worked together before in various restaurants in Seattle. He was the one who said he would take care of everything for this weekend while I was gone. I knew he would make sure everything was going according to plan.

Jasper seemed to always be on top of things and knew exactly what to do. After Alice got back I thought that us three should get together. Maybe for once I could be the one setting Alice up with someone. I was tired of going on blind dates that led no where.

"We will begin our descent in about 5 minutes. We appreciate it if you would turn off all of your electronic devices once again. Please put your trays and seats up. We thank you again for choosing United Airlines. We hope you will fly with us soon. Welcome to Washington everyone." the pilot announced over the intercom, interrupting my thoughts.

I looked down to get rid of my food containers and put my tray up, but, to my surprise, it had already been done. Glancing over at Edward I raised an eyebrow in question to see if it was him that had cleaned up for me. The only reply I got was a smile and a piece of gum that he handed to me. I shook my head unsure of why he was giving it to me, then it came to me what it was for.

"Are you sure about this working?■"I asked. Surely it couldn't be that easy, I thought sliding the gum into my mouth.

"Absolutely. Hasn't failed me yet."

"Okay, if you say so." I was looking down at the ground, watching things get closer. They were starting to take shape and I could actually see buildings and cars rolling down the streets. Finally I felt the thudding of the wheels hitting down. I began relaxing and then grew excited that my ears didn't pop or hurt. The gum really did work. I looked over, smiling, to make sure he knew I was grateful.

"You have no idea how much that helped me. Thanks a lot," I told him with a smile. One less thing to worry about while flying now.

"Anytime," he replied. He seemed hesitant to say something else, but finally continued.

"I know we don't really know each other, but in case you ever need anything or just want someone to talk to feel free to call me," he said as he handed me his card.

Dr. Edward Cullen

Children's Hospital and Regional Medical Center

(206) 555-2000 EXT. 262

Underneath his work number was a number that had just been added in pen in the neatest handwriting I had ever seen.

Cell: (206) 555-6754

So this wasn't a number he handed out to everyone, which made me smile. I nodded my head and said okay, though I knew that would never happen. He would never want to hear from me so why would he be handing me his card?

The next thing I knew it was time for us to get off. Edward politely stood up. While he was helping me get my carry on bag down I felt a shock, but not one of static electricity. It was something more than that. His face seemed to have confusion all over it, but he continued on with taking down his own bag. He followed beside me as we walked up the hall connecting the plane to the terminal. As I walked out past security into the main area I looked around for a minute, feeling glad to get my feet back on solid ground. One face stood out in particular though. I could feel my face starting to pale.

Mike.