Summary- Bella Swan and Edward Cullen are not oblivious to their feelings for one another. For the few years they have known each other, love has grown inside them but neither chooses to show it...for now. An exciting twist changes both of their lives when Bella is no longer the same Bella. Will their feelings remain the same? Or has the change transformed more than just Bella?

Chapter 1

Reunited

My worn out truck idled lazily at the red light. My anxious foot itched closer and closer to the gas pedal and I continued to unwillingly pull it back. Today, my best friend Edward Cullen was returning from a long vacation to Italy. It had been a few months without seeing his face, without seeing his smile or his sparkly green eyes and without playfully running my fingers through his tousled hair. He always freaked out every time I did that, for a reason that was unknown to me.

I remembered the day that he was leaving. He had woke me up at three in the morning by climbing the short distance to my window and softly lifting the glass. He had run his fingers across my cheek until I had woken, shocked. We spent about ten minutes saying our goodbyes and as he left, he took my heart with him. I trusted him, though, to take care of it. My heart was his; he just didn't know it yet.

I had been having difficulties in expressing my true feelings for him. Since we had met a few years ago, our relationship had grown faster than any other connections with other friends. I felt like I had known him my entire life. Like we had been set in the same care room in separate beds right next to each other after we had been born. It wasn't true, but it felt like it. I had realized that I had loved Edward a few weeks after I had met him. There was no doubting it when I was sure I would willingly give my life for him.

Several honks sounded behind me and tore me from my daydream. The light had resumed green and I pounded on the gas pedal. Unfortunately, the light returned to red and the rest of the cars were still stranded behind me. I couldn't help but muffle a giggle.

I turned on his drive, my truck whining as I stomped the pedal to the floor. I knew I had to invest in a better running car soon. Edward had offered to buy me a new car several times. Actually, he suggested the idea happily every time he rode in my truck. But, I had always turned it down. I loved my senior citizen truck. It had memories etched everywhere I looked.

Edward was one of those people you could call wealthy. His father, Carlisle Cullen, was a doctor at Forks only hospital. The hospital both Edward and I were born in. Esme Cullen, his mother, was a photographer for outside scenery. She sold her photographs for thousands of dollars outside of Forks. Edward and his siblings were all still enjoying High School, even though they were smart enough to get into Harvard with no problems. He had four siblings, two sisters and two brothers. Jasper, Emmett, Alice and Rosalie were all very nice. Edward's family had been welcoming to me the first time I met them. All but one. Rosalie hadn't approved of me just yet. I kept my distance from her as much as I could, knowing that my presence didn't make anything better for her.

The drive ended and pronounced a huge white mansion surrounded by green brush and tall pine trees. A fountain sat in the middle with crystal clear water spouting into a pool and red roses lined it. The mansion acquired enormous windows that appeared so clean you could walk right through it. (The Cullen's had enough money to pay for a housekeeper.)

I pulled my truck around to the front and pulled out the keys from the ignition. I opened my door and a loud screech echoed through the forest. The water coming from the fountain let out a soft humming sound.

I sprinted to the stairs and jumped two at a time. Luckily, my clumsiness hadn't become an issue yet today. I pounded on the door several times before I realized no one was home yet. I looked at my watch and it read two-thirty in the afternoon. He was due back at three. My bubble of hoping that he would home sooner had popped and I sunk down to sit on the top stair. I decided to wait for him. I held my head in my hands as the minutes ticked by slowly. It was a few minutes to three and I heard a soft rumble coming up the drive.

My eyes took in two cars. One was a shiny black Mercedes, which was Carlisle's car, and another was a yellow Porsche, obviously Alice's car. I wouldn't be surprised if she had wanted to show off her possession while she was visiting Italy. It felt like a year had gone by when the cars finally slowed to a stop. The door to the yellow Porsche opened and Edward stepped out, with a relieved expression on his glorious face.