A/N: Hi there, it's been longer than I had initially planned but at least it didn't take me roughly half a year, like it did last time ;):P

Anyways, here is my new, semi-long story. It's called Somebody Told Me (like you probably already noticed :P) and it's inspired a French song I really like called "Quelqu'un m'a dit" which, according to my knowledge of French :P, translates to "somebody has told me" and is sung by Carla Bruni :P The story shows you all what happens when after two years of no contact with the Cullens somebody tells Bella that Edward still loves her.

The story will have 6 chapters, or perhaps 7 but not much more than that… I have 5 chapters already written up so there will at least be five ;) and I will update a new chapter every day :) As long as real life permits that, that is :P But here's the first chapter, I hope you like it and I'm always very happy to read reviews :) *not so subtle hint ;):P* Enjoy!


Paris

It had been more than six months since I had left my home in Forks. I had finished high school and had decided to travel a bit before starting a new adventure at college. Of course Charlie – my father – hadn't been happy with me leaving but that was just something he was going to have to get used to. I had lived with him throughout my entire high school career and it had been great and most of all it had been simple. He and my mother got divorced when I was very little so I didn't know any better than the two of them being apart but at least they got along great. I had lived with my mother in Phoenix until I finished elementary school and had then decided to go live with Charlie in Forks.

Forks wasn't great but by now it was home. I still frequently complained about the weather in Forks; it rained more than anywhere in the world basically and it was cold. The summers were a little better but it was definitely no Phoenix. In the beginning I'd had a difficult time adjusting at Forks High but that quickly changed after the Cullens moved to town.

The Cullens. Alice, Emmett, Rosalie, Jasper, Carlisle, Esme and Edward. They had been my friends throughout in high school, my family even. But two years ago they suddenly left. It still hurt. They hadn't even told me they were leaving, they just packed up and left, simple as that. As if I hadn't meant anything to them. Come to think of it, I probably hadn't, I wasn't that special after all. And they all were very special. They were all extremely gorgeous and smart. I spent almost every day with them, especially with Edward and Alice. Alice had been my best friend in the whole world. But I guess she didn't feel the same about me.

I would be lying if I said that the reason I was in France now had absolutely nothing to do with the Cullens. Staying in Forks hurt. I went through my last years of high school in a daze. Everything about high school and Forks reminded me of them and how they had abandoned me. I had never bothered to make many other friends in high school because I already spent all my time with the Cullens. So when they left, I didn't have anyone anymore. I still remember the time I found out they had left.

It was a day like any other. I got dressed in the morning and I quickly ate my breakfast because, as per usual, I was late. I rushed to school after quickly brushing my teeth and practically ran towards my first class of the day. I hardly paid attention during the first few periods, I was anxious like I always was in the morning. I had Biology the class before lunch and that's when I sat next to Edward. It had been a tradition of ours ever since he moved to Forks. I was anxious because somehow I always felt uncomfortable around Edward. Being friends with him wasn't as easy as it was being friends with any of the other Cullens. For some reason my stomach always acted weird whenever I was around Edward and he made my head swim.

Of course by now I knew I liked him as more than just a friend, but I didn't realize it back then.

I walked into the Biology classroom half anxious half excited. I automatically directed my gaze towards our shared desk. He wasn't there yet. Normally he always beat me to the class but I guess his Spanish class was running late today. I didn't think anything of it.

Class started not much later and still no Edward. I was disappointed, so disappointed that I couldn't quite focus on the assignment the teacher had given us. I looked outside and noticed it wasn't even sunny.

The Cullens always went camping in the woods whenever it was sunny. Those were the only days the Cullen kids skipped school. It was their family thing. But it wasn't like Edward to just not show up to class, normally if he felt like ditching class he would always let me know so I was at least mentally prepared to face Biology alone. But Edward ditching rarely happened, he was too much of a model student for that.

When at lunch there was still no sign of any of the Cullens I was starting to get worried.

"He got offered a new job, effective immediately, so I heard." I barely registered Jessica Stanley's voice when she passed me by. Jessica was the biggest gossiper in our high school, she always knew what was going on with everybody in town, she took after her mother.

"So they all just moved? In the middle of the school year?" Jessica's friend Lauren asked.

That captured my interest. The way she said 'all' made my stomach turn. I was wondering who they were talking about but I never really interacted with those girls so it would be weird if all of a sudden I would ask what they're talking about.

"That's what I heard. They apparently all transferred," Jessica answered her friend.

"It's too bad, I know if I'd had a little more time I would have made Edward mine." I heard Lauren mutter and it felt like my entire world collapsed. They were talking about the Cullens! Had they really just moved like that? Without saying a word to me? I couldn't understand why they would do that.

The rest of the school day passed by in a daze. I went through the motions, I was physically present but my mind was elsewhere. I was trying to wrap my head around what Lauren and Jessica had said. By now I wasn't yet convinced that Lauren and Jessica were telling the truth, they were known to be off every now and then. But it was suspicious that none of the Cullens were at school today even though the sun was nowhere to be seen. That had never happened before. There was always someone around.

I decided to go straight to their home after school, to see if they had really left. I had seen Alice two days before and she had said nothing about them moving so it was unlikely that they would have been able to move all their stuff already. I might be able to catch someone at their house to see if the rumors were really true.

The driveway was awfully quiet and so was everything around the house. I didn't see any cars or any of the decorations that were usually displayed in the garden. I slowly walked up to the house not really hopeful anymore.

My last shred of hope had completely vanished into thin air the moment I looked through their window. There were no more couches, no more TV, no more chairs, no more anything in the living room. The house seemed completely empty. How they had managed to fix that in such a short time, I didn't know, but they had; there was no sign that they had ever even been there.

I didn't want to torture myself any further but it didn't seem I had a choice. I needed to know if absolutely everything was gone. So I walked to the front door and luck was on my side, it was opened. I entered the house reluctantly and walked around. I checked every room in the house and with every new door I opened my heart sank even further. It was all hopeless; they had left without a trace.

I remember crying nonstop for an entire day, I called in sick from school and just stayed in bed. If Carlisle had indeed gotten a new job offer they could have just told me right? I didn't understand why they had deserted me like that. I was their friend! I saw them as my own family! But family didn't treat one another that way. After a week of moping around and feeling sorry for myself I changed my attitude. It went from sad to angry and determined. I was determined to just live my life and forget they had ever been a part of it. It wasn't as easy as that but I survived high school and after that I wanted to get out of Forks as quickly as I could. But I wasn't quite ready for a new school experience just yet. So I decided to take the year off and travel. I could work on my applications in peace that way as well.

I had plenty of money saved up because I had worked every second I didn't have to spend in school, just to keep myself busy. So right after graduation I had packed my bags and left for Europe. I had traveled all over Europe by myself. It had been a great experience and it was almost coming to an end. I had finished all the applications and I received a full scholarship to the University of Washington. I was going to go back in a few days to arrange everything for my move to Washington D.C.

I was currently in France, where I had spent the last two months of my adventure. I had never taken any French classes before and I wanted to learn the language because I thought it always sounded so pretty. So I had lived in Paris for the last two months, living with a French family and working as the babysitter for their daughter of four years old. I had taken French classes every evening. It had been difficult to learn the language but because I had so much practice - the little girl didn't speak any English - I was almost fluent by now.

I was sad to leave the family who had become my friends and sort of my own family over the last two months. But I had to get back to the States. I was eager to see Charlie again as well as Renée, my mother. I talked to them frequently over the phone and we emailed almost every day so I knew they were doing well but I missed them terribly. It would at least be easier to see them more often when I was living in Washington. Since then I didn't have to cross an ocean whenever I wanted to visit them for a weekend or something.

Charlie had been worried sick about me the entire time I had been away. Sure he knew that I was perfectly able to take care of myself, I had after all been taking care of him and me since forever. But the idea of me alone in a strange country still scared him so he was glad I was coming home soon. Not that he would ever say that out loud, Charlie and I never talked about our feelings, neither of us was comfortable with that but we both knew how we felt.

"Bonjour Bella," Claire said as I walked into the house that had been my home for the past months.

Claire was Fleur's mother. She was a wonderful woman. Claire and her husband Pierre were extremely wealthy, Pierre was a very successful lawyer and Claire owned her own clothing line. But they were both very kind and very down to earth. Fleur was their princess, she had everything she could ever wish for and more but she was extremely sweet and luckily not difficult at all.

"Bonjour Claire," I replied happily.

"How was your day?" she asked in her heavy accent.

Claire had used me to practice her English and it had greatly improved since I first arrived there. She said I would have enough opportunities to practice my French with her daughter and in town and that she would prefer to speak English with me if I didn't mind.

"It was alright, I just walked around Paris," I told her. "I'm going to miss it here."

"Paris is wonderful indeed, but I'm sure you will be happy to be back with your parents as well," she commented.

"That's true," I replied simply.

"Dinner will be ready in ten minutes," Claire told me before she walked into the living room.

Pierre and Claire had a wonderful cook, she prepared the most delicious meals and she was an artist when it came to the salads she made, absolutely wonderful. I had been lucky enough to be able to learn a few things about cooking from her. I'm sure Charlie would be positively surprised when I got back and prepared him a traditional French meal.

Fleur was out playing at a friend's place today so I had had the day off and tomorrow Claire wanted to spend some time with her daughter so I would be allowed to do whatever I wanted as well. I didn't mind watching Fleur, it was a lot of fun, but every moment I could spend enjoying Paris now was very welcome. I was truly going to miss this city, more than I was going to miss any place I had visited before Paris. But that probably also had a lot to do with the fact that I had spent more time here than anywhere else during this trip.

After dinner I helped Fleur get ready for bed. It was always a struggle to get the little girl to take a bath but if I promised her to read her favorite book to her, "La Belle et la Bête" – the French version of the Beauty and the Beast – she would sit in the bath quietly. She wanted me to read the same stories to her every night, always fairytales, but Beauty and the Beast was her favorite, or at least it had been since I had come into the house because Belle reminded her of me and so she called me Belle instead of Bella. She loved it when I read to her because then she could make fun of my accent and correct me whenever I would pronounce something wrong. So instead of me teaching her something, she could pretend she was the teacher and teach me French.

"Bonne nuit Belle, je t'aime," Fleur said sleepily when she was finally in bed.

It was strange that this girl had become so attached to me so quickly, she had basically told me "I love you" from the second night I had tucked her in. And what was even more bizarre was that I had felt exactly the same way about her from the start. She was the most adorable little girl I had ever met.

I placed a kiss on her cheek. "Bonne nuit Fleur et doux rêves," I replied softly, wishing her a good night and sweet dreams.

I went back to my own room and grabbed the book I had been reading for a while now. I had been so committed to learning French that I had actually bought a copy of my favorite book in French – "Les Hauts de Hurlevent" or rather "Wuthering Heights". I was very pleased to learn that it actually really did help me understand French better and it wasn't even as difficult to read in French as I had feared.

Tomorrow was going to be my last full day in France and my last evening in Paris as well. I was glad to have the day off, at least that way I could say a proper goodbye to the city that had been my home for two months. I was going to walk around town the entire day by myself and enjoy the scenery. I might actually make a trip to the top of the Eiffel tower again but I wasn't completely sure about that yet. I would decide tomorrow.

I did make some friends here but they all had school so I couldn't hang out with them. I had already said goodbye to all of them a few days ago and it would only make things harder if I would hang out with them again tomorrow evening. So I would probably spend the evening the same as I had done today; just reading my book and enjoying the peace and quiet that I had had here every now and then. I would probably also be saying my goodbyes to Claire, Pierre and Fleur that evening because my plane would leave the day after that at noon so in the morning there wouldn't be much time for that.


A/N: That's it for the first chapter :) I hope you all liked it :) Let me know what you thought :) I'll be back tomorrow with the next chapter. Xxx