Disclaimer: Only the plot is mine. Anything else you recognize from the Twilight Saga belongs to Stephenie Meyer. The song belongs to Miley Cyrus

Now I can't wait to see you again

I've got a way of knowing when spomething is right

I feel like I must have known you in another life

'Cause I felt this deep connection when you looked in my eyes

-Miley Cyrus, See You Again

Chapter 1: Seeing You Again

Bella Swan

"Dad," I groaned as I inspected myself in the floor length mirror my dad precariously balanced in front of me, "Why exactly am I doing this again?"

"To make your old man happy," he replied grinning, as the mirror tipped dangerously toward the floor before he caught the wooden frame and delicately stood it upright once more.

"Fine," I huffed, "But you should know I'm not happy about it."

"Aw, come on, Bells," he said. "You know just as much as I do that you want to show off and your, uh, friends, in their place."

I sighed. I did want to, in the deep, dark, hidden corners of my mind. I knew that I looked good. I had a modeling job to prove it. And not just any job, my brain reminded me. I had landed a contract with Elite Model Management, one of the most famous, prestigious agencies in the modeling world to this day. I was going off to Paris after this little get together.

I inspected the short, tight, bright red dress.

I had to admit, I was a little nervous about what everyone was going to say about me. I had been the geek, the weirdo. But it was only fair. I deserved my big break, and they were going to watch me make it big, eyes wide open and mouths dropping.

I took a deep breath, kissed my doting father good-bye, stepped outside into my car, and drove off.

As I pulled up to the restaurant, I noticed that there was almost no one there. Glancing at my cell phone, I sighed. Thirty minutes early. I pulled up right in front of the building. I figured that I could walk around, maybe peek into a couple of stores.

I would come back in forty-five minutes. I had wanted my grand entrance, after all. And what better way to get it than being fashionably late? After all, being fashionable was my job. Sighing again at my uncooperative nerves, I headed off towards the boardwalk, jacket in hand.

*~*~*

Edward

I knew her face… just what was her name? I shrugged it off. I would probably see her at the reunion, whoever she was.

As we drove on, Emmett was on his blackberry, listening to Rose's fresh stream of complainants. Her dress wasn't fancy enough, her hair wasn't just right, her nails were chipping! I rolled my eyes, thankful that she couldn't see me through the phone.

Emmett rolled his eyes back at me as he continued to attempt to pacify her.

"Yes, Rose, I'm sure you look fine. Don't worry about it; no one will be looking at that! Your hair is fine too."

Seeing the restaurant, he pumped his fist into the air, mouthing, "YES!"

"Ah, sorry Rose," he said quickly. "I have to go now, we're there. See you later."

As we pulled up next to a Bugatti Veryon, Emmett quickly ended the call and sighed in relief.

"I have no idea why or how I put up with that woman," he said to no one in particular.

I grinned. Emmett and Rose's relationship may not be all lovey-dovey, but it was clear once you got to know the two of them as a pair that they were crazy and completely devoted to one another.

Emmett whimpered, pulling me out of my train of thought. I looked to see what was making him sound like a little girl.

To my surprise and now lost dignity, I whimpered as well.

"Uh, Emmett?" I asked in a whisper, "Is that car what I think it is?"

He looked out the window and did a double-take.

"Uh, Edward?" He said in the same tone of voice, "If you're thinking that car is a Bugatti Veryon, you're right."

I'm not sure, but I think we both started to drool a little.

By the time we snapped out of it, there was a small crowd gathered, mostly made up of guys, surrounding the car. All of them were gaping the same way we were.

Like the sad idiots we are, we all waited around the car for fifteen minutes to see if the godly owner would appear, but no one showed up. Sighing as one, when our girlfriends and wives and fiancés began to call us impatiently, we went inside to start the fun.

*~*~*

Bella

As I started to make my way back to the restaurant, I noticed a small gathering. That couldn't be around my car, could it? With another glance, I confirmed my guess.

Groaning, I leaned against a building a few doors down, and waited until they all vanished inside, groaning and talking about the car.

"…heard it took seven years to build…"

"…has three seconds from zero miles per hour to sixty…"

"…one point two million…"

"…top speed two hundred and fifty…"

I noticed that one man lingered, looking around until his eyes landed on me. I stared back into the smoldering green eyes until I started to get dizzy and reluctantly looked away. He kept watching me until a hand appeared from the doorway of the restaurant and pulled him inside. It was only after he had been pulled inside that I realized whom I had been staring at.

It couldn't be! But it had to have been. No one else could have that effect on me. I groaned as his name came to my mind…

Edward Masen.

I steeled myself, and then walked into the restaurant.

*~*~*

Edward

As I looked around one last time, searching for the owner of the amazing car, chocolate orbs met emerald pools. A woman a few doors down in a stunning red dress was looking into my eyes. She finally looked away, and blushed, color rising in her cheeks.

Emmett's hand appeared seemingly out of nowhere, and pulled me into the restaurant.

I was too absorbed in my thoughts, trying to figure out who it was, when it came to me.

Those eyes… I had seen them before, but where? I flashed back in my head, but no, it couldn't have been. She had been so awkward and gangly the last time I saw her; not the matured, beautiful woman whose eyes had just met mine.

Bella Swan.