-New Moon Movie from Bella's POV-

As Charlie knocks twice on the door and barges in I abruptly wake up from my terrible dream. A sudden flash of deja vu hits me.

"Happy Birthday," Charlie says awkwardly. A little too slow I answer, "thanks," I murmur. After he handed me a unwrapped pink camera with a bow on the top, he hands me a flat, rectangle gift, it says "from mom."

"Your mom and I collaborated. Well.. She collaborated with me." Charlie noted. "I thought I said no presents?" I said. "We'll mine's not wrapped so technically it doesn't count." He said jokingly. I roll my eyes. "We thought you could use the camera to document your senior year. Hmpf, senior year, how'd you get so old so fast?" He added. "I didn't, it's not that old." I said rolling my eyes again. "You sure? Is that a gray hair I see?" He waited. "No way!" I jumped up to look in the mirror. Nothing. No gray hair. Thank god. I turn to him, "that's really funny." I said sarcastically. He surrendered putting both hands up, and walked out the door.

I'm driving down the road toward school, silently. Trying to understand why Edward won't change me. "Edward," I whisper to myself. Oh how I love saying his name. I smile. I change thoughts, to my dream from last night. I shudder abruptly.

I pull in and see my usual spot, empty, waiting for me. With my group of friends waiting for me next to it. I hear them exaggerate my name to welcome me. I step out of my truck to greet them back. "Big day?" Mike said. What? No, I thought they didn't know! This is terrible. Oh gosh. Then after seeing my worried expression, "Test." Oh, phew. "Oh, yeah." I answer. After a long pause, "My mom got me a camera so I can take some pictures of senior year. Can I get a picture of you all?" I waited. "Yeah, sure." They all clustered into a line. I snapped the picture as Mike said something. "Guess Cullen's here," Mike said. "Bye Bella," Eric repeated Mike.

I turned around to see him. He was walking toward me. Then he smiled, which made me smile. He reached me, finally. "Happy Birthday." He said. "Don't remind me," I answered. After a moment of looking into each others eyes, "Your birth is definitely something to celebrate," he continued. "Yes, but my aging isn't." He laughed. "Your aging?," He looked sort of confused. "Mhm," I answered. "I think eighteen is a little young to begin worrying about their age? Don't women wait until their twenty-ninth birthday to start worrying?" He explained. "It's one year older than you," I challenged. "Nope, I'm a hundred and nine," He said. "Oh, well then maybe I shouldn't be dating such an old man, It's gross," I smiled, joking. He laughed at my joke. Then leaned down to find my lips. He pressed them to mine, and my heart took off. My mind was dazed. I loved him. And, oh course, he pulled away. It hurt when he did that, I always wanted, no need more. "We'd better get to class." He murmured. I left my forehead on his for a long moment. Then moved to walk with him. Our hands twined.