(A/N)
I'm not dead! I'm sorry about the lack of update, yada yada yada, you've heard it all before. My other stories will be updated really soon. I'm so sorry.
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, Stephenie Meyer does.
Last Chapter:
She stared at me, brown eyes wide and showing her surprise. She looked at my still outstretched hand and took it. I helped her to her feet and apologized again.
"I'm sorry, ma'am."
"Isabella," she corrected me. I smiled. She was the girl of my dreams (no pun intended) and I was determined to figure out how.
How had I dreamed of this beautiful lady standing in front of me, cheeks still flushed and eyes still alight with curiosity, for the past five years?
"Isabella," I repeated. "I'm Edward."
BPOV
What?
I looked up at the bronze haired man that had knocked me to the ground and had been the star of my dreams for years. He was different. Less pale and green eyes rather than gold, but he was just as beautiful as he had been in all the dreams he had played a role in.
It couldn't be. Could it? I was being ridiculous. It was an impossibility. He could not be my Edward. My Edward, who had only existed in dreams until (possibly) now.
"I'm sorry, ma'am," he said to me in a smooth voice that had, for years, only existed in my dreams. His voice was different. Less silky and smooth, however it was still his voice.
"Isabella," I told him. It felt weird that he didn't know my name, even though I hadn't ever met him. Could it be Edward? In my dreams, he had called me Bella. Never Isabella. And strangely I had liked it. No one had ever called me Bella.
Would this strange man that I'd dreamed of for years ever call me Bella? Did he know who I was? Would he even want to know me? Was he Edward?
He smiled at me. That breathtaking, heartbreaking smile that was so much better in person than it ever had been in a dream.
"Isabella," he repeated, a smile playing on his lips. "I'm Edward."
So his name was Edward. It had to be him.
No. It is but a strange coincidence. It is impossible, I tried to convince myself.
"Um… Edward Masen," he said, realizing that he hadn't told me his surname, as was proper.
Masen. The Edward of my dreams had an adopted surname of Cullen. His original surname had been Masen.
I felt lightheaded.
But even as I tried to convince myself that it was impossible that the man in front of me was Edward, I knew it was.
"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Masen," I said. The proper name sounded… odd. To me he was Edward. Never Mr. Masen or Mr. Cullen.
"It is nice to meet you as well, Ms…" he was fishing for my surnames as well.
"Swan," I told him, "My surname is Swan. I looked at the slow and slightly darkening sky. "And I really must go, Mr. Masen."
"Oh. Of course," Mr. Masen said, looking flustered. "It was nice to meet you… Ms. Swan."
I hid a frown. I didn't like Ms. Swan as much as Isabella. It sounded detached.
Was I going mad? He was supposed to be detached. He was a complete stranger and I had no reason to interact with him in the future.
I walked away, my head reeling with questions revolving around the new mystery that was Mr. Masen.
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We were going to dinner at an associate of my father's. I, personally, did not want to go but they were just starting off as partners and his daughter could not be absent at dinner.
Or at least, that's what my mother thought.
So we drove to the associates house in the automobile that my father had bought the previous year. I still didn't know who this associate was. Hopefully the dinner wouldn't be too terrible.
My father pulled up to the house and I looked at the large white house with curiosity.
We walked up to the front door and I looked around again.
"Who are we dining with again?" I asked my mom quietly.
"The Masens honey," My mom responded distractedly. My head whipped around towards her.
"The what?" I said just as the door opened. My head whipped back around and I was face to face with Edward Masen.
"Bella?" "Edward?" We asked each other at the same time with the same surprised voice.
EPOV
"Err.." I stuttered when I saw her father's (or who I assumed was her father's) disapproving face. Her name was Isabella. it was likely that no one called her Bella "I mean Ms. Swan?"
"Um…" Bella stammered nervously. "Mr. Masen. What a…. pleasant surprise."
The way she said pleasant told me that she thought the exact opposite.
"It's nice to see you again," I said. "Oh! Where are my manners? Come in please," I stepped aside to let her family in. Her father stepped in and eyed me carefully. Her mother was looking back and forth between her and me, trying to figure out how we knew each other probably.
"Charles," my father greeted, walking towards us from the staircase. Bella's father turned and greeted my father. "Elizabeth?" my father called for my mother.
My mother walked out of the kitchen with a warm smile on her face.
My father faced Bella's father again. "Charles, this is my wife, Elizabeth, and my son, Edward."
"This is my wife, Renee, and my daughter, Isabella," her father introduced.
"It's a pleasure to meet you," my mother said.
"Oh please. The pleasure is ours though it seems that our children are already acquainted," she said looking between Bella and me.
My mother glanced at Bella before giving me a look with an eyebrow raised. My father was also looking at me curiously.
"Really?" my mother asked. "How is it that you know each other?"
"We bumped into each other in the park earlier," I said.
"Why were you in the park?" my father wanted to know.
"I thought I'd take the scenic route on the walk home from the store," I answered.
"Isabella," Mr. Swan asked his daughter, "Why were you in the park?"
"I was just taking a walk," she said, looking down at her feet. She didn't seem to like eye contact.
Wait.
Charles. Renee. Isabella.
She had to be Bella. The Bella that I'd dreamed of for years. The number of similarities couldn't just be coincidences.
"Well, let's eat dinner then," my mother said with a large smile, trying to change the subject.
(A/N)
All I have to say is, I'm sorry. No excuses. I'm trying though.
