I know I know. I should really focus on 'The Photograph', or even try to continue 'The Game', but I this idea just struck me and I couldn't stop thinking about it.

Very first all-human story.

Anyway, I was flipping through the channels and came upon The Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, which I haven't watched in years. I loved the movie and thought I'd get inspiration from its plot.

Without further ado, here's 'Remembering Sunday'

Disclaimer: I do not own Edward Cullen and Company. Nor do I own any Eternal Sunshine references. I barely have money in my wallet, let alone movie characters.

Chapter 1: Mr. Got Away?

Bella's Point of View

Here I am, drunk in the Penn Station at 1 am in the morning. My head is throbbing, and I wish I could see Alice, but I think I left her at the club. Oh well.

There's a bum about 10 metres from me, and he's playing his…what is that? I snickered. My eyes are really blurry. I sat down as I waited for the next train that gets me a block from home. I should have taken the taxi.

The station platform that I'm at is pretty deserted; so I leaned against the east wall, sliding down to sit on the red tiled floor.

Suddenly, I hear footsteps approaching my shelter, but I didn't mind it, probably some person waiting for the same train. But I heard it getting louder and louder, the rhythm getting lost somewhere in my brain till my eyes focused on the nice loafers a man was wearing, who now happened to be right in front of me.

Slowly, I leaned up just in time to see bright green eyes before the man crouched to my level. In a soothing voice, he asked, "Are you all right?"

His voice almost lulled me to sleep, in a good way. "I'm fine." Then I hiccupped, "I think."

He probably smelled the alcohol in my breath. Damn Alice and her stupid idea on how to have fun. I could just hear her chipper voice in my head. Come on, Bella. Just this one time I promise that you'll have fun.

If you call consuming ten shots of tequila fun, then you've probably met her.

She knew I don't intake alcohol well.

I looked at him in the eyes again, and his face scrunched up perfectly, looking worried. Wow, this man was pretty handsome. Maybe I'm seeing things. God, I'm probably dead if I'm seeing angels.

The man had really nice perfume, and it made me draw closer to him. I think he noticed this because he chuckled.

"Maybe I'll just take you home." He spoke in a very clear voice, with a hint of concern.

Nu uh. I'm not going home with a stranger. I've heard of those girls who never come home because they get picked up by a random guy.

"Sorry, I don't go home with people I don't know." I said it somewhat steadily. I hope he got the gist.

"But you do know me." Yeah, Right.

I peered at his face, just to be sure. Nope, I would totally remember if I knew him. "No, sorry."

He's trying to pick me up. What should I do? Punch him?

But my other side also entered my mind. My dark side. I hate that side.

The man interrupted my thoughts. "Yeah, I'll really just pick you up and take you home."

The other side overpowered me this time, telling my clear, sober side to say yes. This evil side is my inner Alice. Ouch, my head really hurts.

What good would it do, Bella? You could not go and get stuck waiting for another hour, or take up on his offer and sleep with him. Besides, he's hot.

His voice was so gentle, that I bluntly nodded. Hell froze over. I'm gonna have my very first one nightstand.

He calmly picked me up from where I was squatting, and carried me to the nearest exit. I shrugged. Who knows, he might be a murderer. But with his face, it might be worth it.

I was being carefully strapped in a back of a really nice car, my tired eyes observing the black leather interior. It smelled of his perfume. Nice.

He then went in the front seat and started driving silently. I recognized the Greenwich Village as we ploughed through its streets. We suddenly stopped in a parking spot, and the guy proceeded to open my car door, hastily took of my seat belt and again brought me to, what I assume is, his apartment.

I could feel each step he took my body bounced in his arms, and we stopped at a numbered door. He opened it quickly, closed his door and took me to his dimly lit bedroom. Hmm. Not bad.

He looked anxious, and kind of felt sorry for him. I must be out of my mind. Here I am, in a stranger's house, about to do it with a stranger, and I felt pity for him. I must be heaven sent.

But I obliged and nodded, and he seemed to be reassured. He took of his clothing and I took of mine. I am so going to yell at Alice.

I better have a clear mind in the morning.

I opened my eyes to the sound of a bird chirping at an open window. Weird. I looked around the place, and found that I couldn't recognize anything. Realization hits me as I remembered little from my trip home last night.

The sound of the water running from a shower head alerted me that I am still awake and alive. Thank God.

Shoot! I did it last night! My very first one nightstand, and I don't even remember the guy's face!

No worries, he'll come out. Wait a second, he'll come out. And it'll be so awkward. If I could only remember what he looked like without actually meeting him. I'm really bad at first impressions.

I shot out of the bed and hurrily looked for my clothes. I found my underwear hanging on the corner of the night stand. What the hell did we do last night?

I put it on rapidly, not caring about my disheveled appearance. I found my purse on his dresser, and took out my wallet, nervously tucking a piece of paper with my number on it. Maybe he'll call me.

I darted out of room and apartment and found myself in the busy streets of Greenwich. I whistled and swiftly grabbed a taxi.

As I closed the door to the cab, I heard the low sound of someone shouting from the window from the same floor I was just on.

But the cab driver went straight ahead, and the only thing I caught was the bronze hair billowing against the tender wind of the city.

I loudly smashed the door to our flat to wake Alice up. I was angry and frustrated. She welcomed me with crazy hair and lip-gloss still on her flushed lips.

"What the hell, Alice."

She ignored me and made her way into the kitchen to get herself a cup of coffee, muttering "Good morning to you too, grumpy."

I yelled out a little harshly, "Do you know what you're plans did to me last night? Blindly trying to get home by taking the train at Penn."

She cringed, and I saw guilt coming. Here it comes.

She put her cup down and hugged me, and I can feel the regret in my lips from my yell. Damn her and her ways.

"I'm so sorry, Bella. I couldn't stop you from leaving, and we both weren't exactly in our right minds. I got a ride from the bouncer at the door." She said quickly, then realizing that I just arrived, looked at me quizzically. "Why did you just come in now?"

I sighed, then sat on the loveseat. I grudgingly replied, "I slept at some guy's place."

She had a hard time taking it in. "Wait a sec…" she continued, "When you said slept, do you mean?"

I made a face. "Yes, Alice. I experienced my first one night stand with some random stranger last night."

She screamed and tackled me to the loveseat. "Ooooo! Do tell!"

I calmly pulled her back until she was sitting beside me and told her calmly, "Stop and let me tell you, then."

She froze. This apparently, made her big news list.

"He picked me up at the station. I didn't even get to see his face clearly. All I remember were a pair of beautiful green eyes and dark red hair."

"Wait, you did it at the station? Kinky, Bella."

I scrunched my face in confusion. "Alice, weren't you listening? He picked me up from the station. He lives in Greenwich."

She giggled, as I retold the whole story from earlier this morning. For some reason, I couldn't stop from letting out a chuckle here and there. I felt giddy for some odd reason. Maybe because I accomplished the one thing a girl should before she reaches the age of 25.

Alice disrupted my thoughts. "Why did you have to go? You could have met him.."

There was a hint of disappointment in her voice. Alice always thought that I needed a social life. But I do have one. Or at least, some semblance of one. Who really needs it when you have a promising career? I don't have time to be her.

"He sounded really good looking, Bella. Might have been a good relationship."

I groaned. I knew she had to say something about my nonexistent love life. "I don't have time for a boyfriend. Weren't you happy I did the deed, at least?"

"I can't say you're a prude anymore. But…you didn't have time for 2 years now, Bella. There are only so much guys that are available out there."

I stood up to the counter to get Alice's coffee and sip it myself. After that, I snickered.

Puzzled, Alice watched me. "What?"

"It's just…" I paused. "Even though I don't remember his face, I could remember how...you know...we were last night. He was really good."

Alice deeply sighed. "Well, I guess it's safe to call him the man who got away."

"What? I didn't even know him."

"I know. And that's your fault."

Edward's Point of View

Damn!

I pulled my head from the window and looked around the place. The bed was muddled with blankets. And pillows were strewn on the floor. Reluctantly, I picked them up as I remembered everything from last night.

Bella, oh Bella. She's such a divine beauty.

And I can't believe that she couldn't remember me last night. Me. Edward.

When she's drunk, she talks like a fool but she never forgets people. I'm going to get in the bottom of this.

I picked up the phone and called one person I haven't had conversation with in two years since the split.

The other line answered. "Hello?"

"We have to talk."

The cars rolled by as I waited for her to come in. I hate this Starbucks location. There were too much people and it really doesn't seem private. No matter. I'll get my answer either way.

I finally see her walking into the coffee shop. I called her over and she unenthusiastically sat down. I could tell she's nervous.

We both sat there silently for forever, waiting for someone to break the ice. I can't stand it any longer.

"Alice…you better tell me what's going on."

She sighed, as if knowing this question was coming sooner or later. Alice, my baby sister, who I haven't talked to in over two years. Because of her. God, I wanted to see her again.

"What do you mean Ed?"

I gritted my teeth. "Tell me why, after having sex with Bella, she could not remember me last night."

She puffed out air from her lips. "Oh. That was you. Darn."

"Yeah, and don't you dare be evasive. Bella never forgets. I want to know how this happened."

She raised her eyebrows at me. "It's really none of your business anymore. You guys are done. No longer."

"Alice…please. Give me some slack here. I'm worried."

"I know you're going to ask this sooner or later…" She grudgingly replied. "I promised that I wouldn't say anything, Edward. She's my best friend. I'm willing to keep it that way."

I stood up, somewhat betrayed. I could feel my heart beating loudly and I was breathing really heavily.

There was nothing I could do except beg. I kneeled in front of her and took her hands.

"Alice, I'm pleading here. I need to know."

After minutes of silence, she answered. "Okay."

"Okay what?"

"I really am sorry Edward."

What happened that she could be saying sorry to me?

"She doesn't remember you 'cause…"

"Why?"

"She erased you from her memories."

Chapter 1 END

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