A/N: Thank you for adding my story to you favourites, and im very sorry for not updating sooner. This chapter is gonna include the relationship between Alice and Edward; Bella is also in this chapter soon.

Epov

We arrived at the airport and parked next to Carlisle's, Emmett's and Jaspers cars. We all have very fast cars; we were awfully careful drivers and took great care of them. Rosalie is the mechanic of the family; she is always upgrading our cars, checking them and fixing them. She took it up as a hobby after the rape a few years back; she was only 15 and player Royce King came along and they dated, then he raped her and left her for dead. I had found her and brought her to Carlisle in the hospital, he fixed her up and found out that she was a foster child; Esme wanted to adopt her so Carlisle went and set it up, now she's my sister. She went to a psychiatrist to help get over the rape and we all were there for her.

"Hurry up, big bro," Alice said, clearly annoyed. "The plane will leave soon, if we don't hurry up."

We found trolleys for our luggage and wheeled them straight to customs. We showed them our tickets and went to the gate we were told.

When we finally boarded the plane, we went and sat in our first class seats. It took 20 minutes for the plane to be boarded and start taking off. When it did, I let the images of Isabella take me into unconsciousness.

Isabella was laughing. It was sunny and she was on a beach. She was running by the sea, her mahogany hair blowing in the wind. A bronze hair man ran up behind her, laughing, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulled them both to the ground. When both of their laughter subsided, she turned round and rested her head on his chest, running her hands through his hair.

"Edward," she said sweetly. "I love you."

"I love you too," he said, kissing her passionately.

I woke up gasping; nobody had noticed me at all. I realized that man was me; it was scary as hell. How could I ever be with a figure of my imagination? Somebody that's perfect? Somebody that outshines me in every aspect… in every detail…?

"Edward?" Alice mumbled in her sleep, slowly waking up. Emmett, Rosalie and Jasper were adopted by Carlisle and Esme. Jasper and Emmett were unidenticle twins, and Rosalie was an orphan after her parents and only sister died in a car crash when she was 13. Emmett's and Jaspers mum died giving birth, a while before their birth, their dad was shot dead during a bank robbery.

I grabbed my bag and took out my dream diary. I wrote about her laughing, her hair blowing in the wind, the way her hair looks a bit red in the sun, about the way I held her, us proclaiming our love to each other, and our passionate kiss.

Bpov

The most handsome man was walking along a sandy beach in the sun, the waves were gentle. You could see he was well toned under the white vest top he wore. He had bronze hair and emerald green eyes. He started running after a girl; pale, mahogany hair and chocolate brown eyes. He ran up behind her, laughing, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulled them both to the ground. When both of their laughter subsided, she turned round and rested her head on his chest, running her hands through his hair.

"Edward," she said sweetly. "I love you."

"I love you too," he said, kissing her passionately.

I woke up by Renee shaking me awake. Today I was going down to our beach house in Arizona on my own, for vacation. It would be nice to enjoy a while in the sun before heading off to the wet and cold Forks to live with Charlie, my dad.

"Hey, mum," I said groggily. "What time is it?"

"5.00 am," she said. "You have two hours until you have to leave so you can get to the airport on time. I'll miss you; don't fret to call me and Phil, here in LA."

"Don't worry; I'll call you if I need you, mum," I reassured her.

"Okay, shout down if you need anything, hun," she said walking out of my room and down the stairs.

I grabbed my dream diary out of my draw and wrote in my dream from last night. I started my dream diary since I was 11 years old and have written in it every day for 6 years. The dream diary contains every dream I have of him; his name was Edward. He had bronze sex hair and emerald green eyes. He was a very polite gentleman. He had style and an expensive taste at that. His hair made me want to touch it and run my fingers through it.

I got out of bed and put the dream diary in my Chanel bag. I grabbed my clothes, make-up and toiletry bag; I headed to the bathroom to get dressed.

A/n: Im sorry that was short but ive been working on a new story lately with the twilight characters personalities. Enjoy this chapter and please be patient with me please.

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