Authors Note;; WEE! Next chapter! Oh. Sorry, Abz. I mean WHEEEEE! xD

Disclaimer;; Still don't own Twilight. Or 'I've Just Seen A Face' by the Beatles. I suggest listening to that song for this chapter, but I was listening to Jim Sturgess' version while writing this. I the Across The Universe remakes of the Beatle's songs as much as the originals.

IMPORTANT;; Everyone is human. That is all.

Boston, Massachusetts. October Second, 1963

Sometimes, I just want to tell my college professors to shut up.

Of course, I could never, ever do that. It would be the gossip of the state, and I would be punished and possibly thrown out, for sure.

But oh, the temptation.

Sighing, I scrawled down the notes Professor Birke was scribbling on the black board and he ranted and lectured about how the Confederate Army's war tactics. He'd given us this information yesterday, and I had known all this since high school. I still didn't quite understand how this was important for my career;; after all, I was to be a lawyer. Not a History major.

My emerald eyes wandered around the dull classroom. Harvard really was nothing of much interest to me, and I would have spend seven years total here for my education. I was extremely grateful to David for sending me to college so I could better myself, but it was...wearing, to say the least.

I had this feeling inside of me. Like I didn't belong here. Like I belonged doing something else, being somewhere else. I felt like I needed to make a difference in this diminishing time, this declining period where we so desperately needed a revolution. But it was hopeless. We'd never accomplish such a feat, and I was naive to even consider the possibility that I could be the cause of some change.

Gazing out the window to my left, I took in the scene of my college campus. It was so unlike the busy streets of Chicago, my hometown. It was green, and colorful. It was only early October, which meant infinite shades of red, gold, orange and brown decorated the scenery. It was quite beautiful.

The loud, obnoxious bell that signaled the close of class rang through his ears, and I rose from my seat, gathering my writing supplies along with my notes and books into my arms. I unceremoniously dumped my supplies into my brown leather backpack, and joined the crowd that was exiting this room.

I had over an hour of spare time until my next class, and so I decided to explore the grounds a bit. It was my first term in college, after all, and these grounds were still a bit alien to me. I didn't pay much attention to the nameless people passing me on their way to their destination, and they didn't may any mind to me either. I had yet to meet someone I could comfortably spend time with in this state. I had never left Chicago on my own before this.

Two months in near solitude, I was itching for some release. For someone to just speak to, to spend time with. But I wasn't one to abruptly trust another.

I didn't pay any attention to my school mates that walked on the grass beside me, and I wasn't prepared for the weight that was suddenly hurtling at me.

And that was the end of my world, as I knew it.

A gasp filled the air, and my head snapped to the side right in perfect time to see a small girl dressed in odd clothes falling towards me, the contents of what she held in her arms spilling to the floor. My arms reflexively shot out, catching her before she fell into me or the ground. She landed with her head against my chest, body curved slightly towards me. She looked up at me, and I was taken by surprise at her absolute beauty.

She had pale, flawless skin, with high cheekbones and a heart shaped face. Her jaw line was very defined, and gentle, chocolate brown hair framed her face in soft waves and fell half way down her back. Her eyes were a soft, deep brown, and I was surprised by the depth to them. Usually, brown eyes were flat, boring. Hers sparkled, intriguing me. Her body was small and warm in my arms, and she was dressed in a loose, black skirt made of wrinkled material that fell to the ground so her feet were hidden from view. Her torso was clad in a tan, loose shirt with thin straps.

Her loveliness struck me, and I realized I had never quite laid eyes upon someone with such splendor.

"Oh! I'm sorry!" She exclaimed, pulling away and leaning down to gather what she had dropped. "I'm the biggest klutz in the world!" Her voice was a bit lower than I had expected.

I was dazed for a second or two, before leaning down myself and assisting her. "Don't apologize, it's no problem. Here." I handed her the papers and lone book I had in my grasp, before standing and offering her a hand to help her rise. "Are you a student? I don't believe I've seen you before." I definitely would have noticed a girl like this.

She laughed at my words, accepting my hand. "A student? Oh, no. God, no. My brother works on campus to put himself through school, and he forgot his school books in his rush this morning." She held up the papers and texts in her arms, indicating that was why she held those.

I took in her appearance. She looked like one of those types that Amy and David warned me about. The free, peaceful spirits who protested the war and indulged in artificial ways of attaining a high. Hippies.

I had never had interest in hippies, and always been slightly apposed to how they acted. It simply wasn't proper. But this girl, something about her drew me in... She was radiant.

"I take it you're a student here?" Her low voice questioned. I nodded in reply.

"Yes. First term."

"Ah." She froze for a second, as if considering something. Then she held out her hand. I noticed it was slender as the rest of her, and had a ring on four of the five fingers. Her wrists also had a few bracelets made of material that reminded me of thin ropes. "Bella. Bella Swan."

Bella. What a fitting name. I placed my own equally thin hand in hers, noting how they felt like they fit perfectly, shaking it slightly. "Edward Cullen."

She smiled at me, a dazzling, radiant smile. "Nice to fall into you, Edward."

That earned a chuckle from me and I removed my hand from hers, shifting the position my bag held on my shoulder. "Charmed."

Bella was silent for one more moment, before perking up slightly. "Hey, would you like to come with me? I don't know the campus very well, and I have to get this to my brother before twelve."

I looked at my wrist watch. It was eleven thirty. My gaze fell back upon her, and a crooked grin acquainted my mouth. I was definitely not about to pass up an opportunity to spend time with someone like this. "Of course. Though I must warn you, I don't know the campus very well myself."

She shrugged, giving me one more dazzling smile before moving to stand beside me, instead of in front of me, and we fell into step as we walked forward. "Oh well. Between the two of us, I'm sure we'll find it. So, you're one of those rich Harvard boys, huh?"

I frowned at that. "Rich Harvard boys? No. My family is wealthy, yes. But I'm not stuck up, if that is what you meant."

She laughed, linking her arm through mine. This surprised me. I had grown up in an environment where it was improper to touch a lady so casually, unless she did so first or she was your wife. But the vibes this girl was throwing off were so...laid back. Casual. Free. "I can tell you're not stuck up or I wouldn't be speaking with you." It was easy to be around her. And even though we had just met it didn't feel awkward walking by her side like this. She told me the dorm her brother stayed at, and I directed us towards it.

"So what's your major, Harvard boy?" Her tone was light, and I could tell already she didn't like silence.

"Law." I answered. She drew my interest more and more each second. The elegant yet relaxed way she moved, like she had not a worry in the world. I had never met someone so...so... Fascinating.

Her delicate eyebrows rose at this, and her gaze shifted from directly ahead to me. "Law? Huh. I figured you to be a medic boy."

That stung me, and I fought a wince. My aspiration had been to go into medicine, but after certain events of my life, that dream had shattered. She picked up on my sensitivity, though, and dropped the subject instinctively. "So where you from, Harvard boy?"

I didn't even bother to ask why she continued calling me that. "Chicago."

That peaked her interest. "Really? I've lived in Boston my whole life. I want to move to New York." She informed me. Her blatant way of putting herself out there stunned me.

"Why?"

"Liberation. Radicalization." She answered simply, and we drew to a halt before the large building that contained the dorm she was searching for.

"Well, here's your stop. I quite enjoyed your company, Bella." I smiled, releasing her arm.

She stopped, looking up at the building, before looking back to me. "Would you... like to accompany me? And then we could...get lunch, or something?"

It was my turn to raise an eyebrow now. I had barely spoken to anyone in my two months of residence in Boston, and now this girl who had quite literally fallen into my life no less than five minutes ago wanted to have lunch with me? "Sure." I stepped forward, and she grinned at me, turning back to the dorm and we entered, going up the steps until we reached the number of her brothers dorm, that she had given me.

She banged, insolent and uncaring. "Jasper! Open this door right now!"

I chuckled under my breath, when the door flew open.

"Bella, keep your voice down!" A tall, blonde boy hissed as he grabbed Bella by the wrist and yanked her inside.

"Oh, please. Like anyone cares." Bella scoffed, offering the homework of his she's brought.

Relief washed over his strikingly attractive features, and he reached out, taking hold of it. "Bella, you're a life saver!"

"You're welcome." She stated, before he eyes fell on me, still in the hall. She flashed her teeth at me in an apologetic way, galloping to me and gripping me around the wrist like her brother had done to her, pulling me inside and closing the door behind us. "Jasper, this is Edward. Edward, this is my brother Jasper."

Jasper gave me a warm smile, holding his hand out. "Jasper Whitlock. Nice to meet you, Edward. I believe we have a few classes together?"

He was right. Now that I thought of it, we had three classes together. Shaking his hand, I nodded. "Edward Cullen, and yes, I do believe we do."

We released our friendly handshake, and he looked to Bella, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her to him, messing with her hair. "So Bella, how'd you entrap him? He seems nice."

A grin lightened my features then, and Bella scowled. "What're you saying, I can't talk to nice boys? I tripped. He saved me."

"Well, that's surprising." Jasper rolled his eyes. He looked to me as if explaining, "She trips all the time."

"Shut up, Jazz." She responded, hitting him over the head and dancing away, laughter shaking her small frame.

He just ignored his sister, and something he had said struck me. "Whitlock? Aren't you brother and sister?"

Bella just laughed, and Jasper pushed her slightly and explained my confusion away. "Half. We have the same mother."

I didn't know what to say to that, but i was saved anyway, by Bella putting her hand a top Jasper's head and ruffling his blonde hair. "Well Jazz, I gotta go. Me and Edward are getting lunch, and then Alice and Rosalie are waiting, we have stuff to do."

Jasper's face warmed when Bella said 'Alice', and he looked to his sister. "You will tell Alice I send my love?"

"Yes, yes." She gave her brother a peck on the cheek, and turned and headed towards the door. "Coming, Edward?" She didn't even look over her shoulder at me, continuing on her way.

I looked to Jasper, and he gestured towards the door. "I wouldn't keep her waiting, she gets snappy. Nice meeting you Edward, I'll see you in class." He smiled.

"You too." I replied, and went after Bella, scurrying slightly in my haste. I caught up beside the mysterious girl, and kept pace with her. She went to a cafe down the street, about a five minute walk, and we were seating at an outside table, with menus placed in front of us.

Bella poured over hers, a look of utter thought on her face, and I bit back a laugh, reading my own. I decided on a simple chicken sandwich and fries, closing my menu and replacing it on the table.

The waitress came up, smiling at us both but her eyes lingering on me. I noticed, but didn't say anything. "Hello. My name is Emily, and I'll be your server today. What can I get you to drink?"

I looked to Bella, to find her looking expectantly at me. Did none of the men she was around have manors? You always wait for a woman. "Ladies first." I said politely, inclining my head towards her.

She looked a bit shocked, but rewarded me with a warm smile, and she looked to the waiter. "I'll have a coke, and a cheeseburger and fries."

The waitress nodded, friendly as can be, and took the menu Bella held out, then turning towards me. "And you, sir?"

"Same, but a chicken sandwich." I answered, holding out my menu as well. The waiter smiled at us, mumbling that she would be right back with our orders, and she left. I looked to Bella. "So, I take it you live around here?"

"Yes." She replied, playing idly with the silverware that awaited her use. "Just about fifteen minutes away. Me and two of my friends own a clothing shop;; we make them ourselves sometimes, and go to the market others."

That got my attention. "Really? Where is it?"

She grinned. "I'll show you one day."

Was she suggesting she'd like to see me again? "Alright." Before anything else, there was a question that had been plaguing my thoughts. "If you don't mind me asking, Bella...What is your age?"

That chiming, light hearted giggle resounded again. "I'm nineteen, just last month. And yourself?"

"Nineteen, as well."

We chatted about random things, from my school to her shop, from my family to her friends. The topic of the current war was brought up, and a dark look crossed her fair features. She began talking about how she and her friends attend regular protests, and do whatever they can to uphold an image of the peace that was needed.

All too soon, our lunch ended, and I looked at my watch one more.

"Bella, this has been wonderful, but I must return to my lectures, I'm afraid." I pulled out my wallet, tossing enough money to pay for the bill and to leave a decent tip onto the table's surface. She frowned.

"Edward, I can pay for myself." She said, reaching into a pocket at the bottom of her shirt.

I stopped her by speaking. "No, Bella, I insist. You are the first person that's really spoken to me since my arrival, and I am grateful." My corny words were worth it, when she dazzled me with a smile once more.

"I'd like to see you again, Edward." She spoke in a serious voice.

Her words made my heart soar with hope. "As do I. Would you like to meet later tonight?"

She shook her head. "Can't. I have work to do. How about Friday night? Me and some friends are throwing a party. You can come, if you like." She looked hopeful.

I nodded, and she started to give me directions, but confused herself. "Go to the library, take a left, then walk about three blocks and take a right. Then you'll end up walking down that road for..." She trailed off, rolling her eyes. "Oh, just meet me at my brother's dorm. It will make things so much simpler."

I grinned. "Alright." I stood up, as did she, and she stepped forward, filling me with complete shock as her warm arms enfolded me in a friendly embrace.

"I'll see you soon, Edward." And with that, she turned and skipped down the street, taking a turn and disappearing from my view.

A dumbfounded smile still apparent on my lips, I headed back to my next lecture room.

I had such a great, indescribable feeling inside me now. I had met someone to keep me out of a solitary college existence, and not just someone. I had never met anyone quite like Bella.

My passion took me over, and I began singing softly under my breath, joyous and giddy, as i walked back to Harvard with my hands casually placed in my pockets, the chilly weather not even bothering me.

"I've just seen a face

I can't forget the time or place

Where we've just met

She's just the girl for me

And I want all the world to see we've met

Mmm, mmm, mmm, m'mmm,"

Was it possible that, by absolute chance, I had found someone who caught my romantic interest? After nineteen years of never seeing a female in that way that everyone wished to feel towards another and have their feelings returned, had I found that person?

It was possible. I had never noticed any other female before. Of course, there had been a few women I'd dated here and there, a few on my parents' wish. Tanya has been their choice. We'd dated faithfully for about a year, but Tanya just never quite... done it for me. She just didn't have the charisma and excitement that I needed. I needed someone unique, some one I could converse comfortably with. Not someone like the mindless sheep that had pined for me in Chicago, or a crowd pleaser like Tanya.

I was immensely glad that it had been I she had happened to trip on. If it had been anyone else, I would not have noticed her, and not that I had noticed her, excitement and anticipation of seeing her again filled me.

"Had it been another day

I might have looked the other way

And I'd have never been aware

But as it is I'll dream of her tonight

Di di di di di'n'di

Falling, yes I am falling

And she keeps calling me back again,"

I arrived on campus, adjusting my back pack once more. The class I was headed to was one of the three I shared with Jasper. Could meeting this strange girl have possibly meant something more than what I was seeing it as? Could, along with finally feeling a sincere interest in someone, I have found someone to befriend?

Indeed, I think I have.

"I have never known

The like of this, I've been alone

And I have missed things and kept out of sight

But other girls were never quite like this.

Mmm mmm mmm m'mmm

Falling, yes I am falling

And she keeps calling

Me back again."

My voice trailed off, and I entered my class room, where Jasper waved me over.

Yes. Bella had definitely changed my life, in a single day, a single hour of knowing her.

She was just the girl for me.

Authors Note;; YES! I finished it! Wheee!

I can not explain it I just love this idea! I realize Bella isn't radical and hippie like in any way, but then again Edward isn't human, is he? And yes, I realize Edward's parents are not named Amy and David, but everything that has been hinted at in the chapter and soon to be chapters, will be revealed at the story unravels. By the way, sorry about the little 'it was the end of the world as I knew it' comment, I watched P.S. I Love You last night. xD

Enjoy! Review, please! I beg of you! Let me know if I'm just a nutcase and should discontinue the story, or if you enjoyed it!

I better go work on my other stories. Readers getting impatient o.o

Bye now!

-LollirotXoX