Chapter 1. Annoying Airplane

Disclaimer: I'm not Stephanie Meyer, so I don't own Twilight or any Twilight characters, however this story plot is my idea.

Day 1

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Bella:

"I know, I know. Just make sure you have everything planned out. You booked the hotel room didn't you?" I asked for about the hundredth time.

"Of course Bella, just worry about making the flight," Jess said into the phone.

"Okay, okay." I took my stuff out the back of the cab. "I'm getting my luggage out right now."

"Thank you so much, Bells! I can't wait to see you again!" She yelled excitedly. I pulled the phone a good distance away from my ear, so that I wouldn't go deaf. Jessica was always the loud one.

I mumbled goodbye into the phone and stuck it in my pocket. My phone was my life. Everything was on it- from doctor's appointments to contact info to my day planner. I had access to everything I needed on there. I'd be nothing without it.

I went through the metal detectors, inadvertently wincing as they took my phone away. I knew I'd get it back, but I still felt uncomfortable without it.

Minutes later, I was sitting on the plane, going through my phone, seeing if I'd have to reschedule any appointments while I was away. I made a few last-minute changes to my to-do list for when I got there.

I took out my mirror from my purse and applied more lip gloss. The seat beside me shifted and I looked up to see a man with bronze hair sigh and pull out his phone. I was grateful for the window seat, although I wouldn't be worrying too much about the view. I was only hoping that the message to refrain from using our cell phones wouldn't come on the intercom.

The man beside me leaned back in his chair, preparing for the long ride. I sent a few text messages to my assistants, letting them know I was on the plane. Alice and Rosalie had made the plane ride from Seattle to Paris yesterday. I had a few loose ends to tie, so I decided to just catch a flight today.

It was nighttime and there wasn't much to see outside, so I anxiously brushed my thumb over the screen, hoping any new messages had arrived. Still nothing.

A flight attendant came through, alerting everyone of the approaching take-off and reminding people to turn off their phones. I gave her a scowl behind her back as I responded to my new text message.

Change of plans. We'll pick you up from airport.

-Alice

I sighed, feeling a little better that she could come to get me. I always felt a little antsy when I was in a cab. You're at the complete mercy of this total stranger who you expect to take you to your destination. You don't know anything of his background. He could be a rapist for all you know. And I surely wouldn't trust any foreign taxi driver.

"Are you gonna turn that off?"

I looked up to see the man beside me pointing at my phone. His eyes met mine and I found his green eyes strangely disturbing.

"I wasn't planning on it," I admitted.

"Suit yourself," he said and flipped his phone over on his lap.

A closer look at his phone let me know we had the same touch-screen phone. Mine had a blue case with silver designs on it though. We had the same electric blue color that the phone came in. I opted for the blue instead of the bright red and it seemed that he did too.

The flight attendant came back through as we started to take off and not so nicely ordered me to turn off my phone. When she left, I took my case off and pressed the power button. I rested the phone on my thigh and carefully deposited the case in my purse.

I retrieved my eye mask from my purse put it on. I couldn't sleep without it. With everything settled, I leaned back in my chair and allowed myself to drift into a deep slumber.

"Hey." I was rudely poked in my side. "Hey, um you…"

I groaned and switched sides, only to be met with a poke in my back. "Hey…" I felt rough hands move my phone from my thigh and I immediately sat up with a jolt. "Bella."

I tore my eye mask from my face. I snatched my phone back from the stranger sitting next to me, taking a glance at the screen to see that he found out my name from the welcome screen.

I turned off the phone with a sigh. "Yes?"

"Are you gonna eat those?" He asked.

I glanced down at my seat, vaguely remembering a flight attendant coming through offering cookies. "Yeah," I replied and turned back around in my seat, ready for this flight to be over.

"Sooo…"

Didn't he realize I just wanted some sleep? Did he have to try to make idle chit-chat?

"How come you're going to Paris?" He asked.

My eyes remained closed as I answered, "I'm a wedding planner and one of my old high school friends wants to have a wedding in Paris. So as a good friend, I accepted the offer to be her wedding planner."

"That's nice. I'm overseeing a business project over there." He replied. I turned over, facing him. I noticed he had a sweet smell. Very enticing. I opened my eyes and saw a gold ring on his index finger on his right hand.

What I wanted to say was: 'Does it look like I care? No. It looks look I'm trying to get some sleep here.' What I really said was: "That's… nice."

It was silent for a moment and I thought he finally shut up, but then he just had to continue talking. "I'm Edward Masen, by the way."

I sat up in my seat, prepared to tell this guy off so I could get some shut-eye when I saw his genuine face. His green eyes were no longer disturbing. They were mysterious in some way. I couldn't tear my eyes from his. "Bella Swan," I smiled.

"Did you know you talked in your sleep?" A playful smile played at the corners of his lips.

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