A/N: hey peoples!!! Thanks to the people who reviewed!!!!! I would also like to give a HUGE thanks to my friends Sam and Rachel for telling me if the idea and/or my writing for this story sucked or not. I would also like to thank Sam another thousand times for being a VIES(Very Important Edward Stalker) to my story. Ok; so on to the story!!!!!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own the Twilight series so if you thought that my genius work was actually published in books for all of you to carry around, you are wrong-although you can print out my work and make it into a book, that's just fine to me. :D

Another Disclaimer: I do NOT own the song 7 Years And 50 Days, that FRIGGIN AWESOME SONG belongs to Groove Coverage.

SAM

BPOV

I get ready to go to sleep in my apartment and am once again dreading it. I live in a small apartment with one bedroom with a closet, one bathroom, a kitchen area, and a living room area. I have all the essentials; in the kitchen a small refrigerator, freezer, microwave, and table. In the living room I have a couch, a chair, an end table, and a small T.V. although I don't know why I have the latter-I never watch it. In my bedroom I have just a bed and a dresser. I still have my red truck though. When Jacob was still here he fixed it up a little so that even if it didn't go very fast it would still work. Hey, I like my truck, it has personality.

I left for work the next day in a hurry for sleeping late, well I barely got any sleep though-I tried not to. I work at the drugstore first shift seven days a week. Work is usually slow, the town is very small. It's not like there are any criminals or dangerous people here…well, not anymore. No, I scream at myself internally, not here I can't believe myself for thinking about them so often.

After the long hours of tedious work my shift finally ends. As I get ready to leave I hear the mechanical doors whoosh open and someone come in. It was Angela.

"Hey," she says, "I was wondering if you needed a ride home from work." Since the towns not so big I just walk to work usually.

Great, I think to myself, just as I'm about to break down she asks to spend time with me.

"Sure, that'd be great" I say.

As we get into her car she says to me "Bella, I came here because I needed to speak with you and I was thinking that it would be better in person rather than on the phone."

"Okay. Well, what did you want to talk to me about?"

She said "Bella, did you know that the Cullens are back in town?"

My heart skipped a beat while my breathing stopped. Angela couldn't have just said what I thought she said, could she?

"What?" I asked. The Cullens? Back? No, it couldn't be, he couldn't have come back too. Or could he?

"I said that the Cullens are back in town." Oh my God. This couldn't be happening. I know that he couldn't come back he said that when he was leaving that would be the last time I saw him, that he wouldn't come back.

"Oh," was all I could come up with. I forced myself not to hope. Hoping would not be too good for me if I never saw them and if he wasn't here with them. The higher you get the harder the fall.

We had reached my apartment by now and were just sitting there in the car.

"Bella?" Angela asked me, "Are you okay?" She was worried about me and the news she had just shared, I could tell.

"Yes," I replied-how I did so without my voice shaking was unfathomable to me, "I'm fine." I think I added in my head.

"Are you sure? You don't look so good, Bella."

"No really, I'm fine. I think I'll just go inside and lie down for a while though, I wasn't feeling very well this morning before I left for work" I lied.

"Okay Bella, I hope you feel better." I could tell that Angela was feeling a little bad about telling me that so suddenly, which made me feel bad because it was my fault Angela was worrying.

I watched as Angela left and walked into the lobby. I walked up the stairs to my floor and put my key into the lock of my door. As I walked in I sensed something different, I don't know why because everything looked the same. My few pieces of mail scattered carelessly on the kitchen table, my collection of books everywhere and my few pieces of furniture where they always were. When I walked into my room I got the same feeling intensified. When I left that morning as hurried as I was I left clothes all over my room. They seemed to be all in the same place; the few on my bed, on the floor, and, what hadn't been selected in the morning, in the closet.

I must be getting paranoid I thought to myself, as if I wasn't already.

I walked over to my bed picking up clothes along the way. Wait, I thought to myself, didn't I have a blue blouse hanging off the bedpost? I must be imagining things, I thought while shaking my head.

That night as I got into bed, a little reluctantly I might add, before I found myself going into unconsciousness my last coherent thought was Edward, he has to be back.