Wow – you guys are amazing. Your response to this was truly astonishing. I'm glad you enjoyed it! Here is the second chapter. I won't be updating daily – I think I'll settle into weekly updates soon – but I had this ready and wanted to share. I hope you like it.

Thanks to WriteOnTime for being the bestest beta ever (you should edit that).

*I don't own Twilight. I sorta steal*

Before Jane and I can react to the appearance of Dr. Cullen, my mother runs in and grabs me, pressing her lips to my forehead and talking in baby speak. I try to move my head to get a better look at this man, this very familiar-looking man, but my face is in her chest and for the first time in my life I push her away.

"Mom! Relax. I sprained my ankle or something, it's no big deal," I manage to get out in a low whisper. I feel the heat in my cheeks and can't look up for the life of me. I'm not ready to see this man.

But Jane is.

Her mouth has formed a curious "O" - just like it did every time my mom offered her a muffin or a brownie when we were young. Her parents are very strict, so every new sweet she tried was like a whole new world for her. She would stare at the treat for a few minutes with that same expression on her face, until she'd finally open her mouth, and -

"Dr. Cullen, Bella fell on our way to her truck on the beach. I think she sprained her ankle. I hope that's all it is, but it looks pretty bad."

I hear his voice again and my stomach tightens.

"Well, if Bella's mother lets her go for a second, I can take a look."

I'm in a daze but sort of aware that my mother is now standing next to me, touching me but not holding onto me like I'm about to run away and never come back. Jane's hand is on my right wrist, and the doctor is silent, touching my foot, my ankle. There is some pain, maybe a lot but I can't be sure, and some more stuff happens and everyone is talking but me.

"Bella, listen to what Dr. Cullen has to say. Stop daydreaming, sweetheart." My mother's round brown eyes are pleading with me, like they do all day, begging me to stop, listen, pay attention, not to wander off for hours into my la-la land. I smile to reassure her and tell her I am listening, and it's so easy to fool her, because she smiles back. She's beaming.

Ten minutes later we are walking out of the hospital - well, I'm actually hobbling and being supported by Jane, who hasn't let me go for a second. I need to talk to her, have to talk to her, but I know I can't say anything in front of my mother. I used to tell my mother about my dreams, and she would giggle, tell me to write them down, and then she would tell her friends about my wonderful imagination. I was going to be an amazing writer one day because I had created this entire world in my head. She was so proud. I stopped talking when I turned thirteen, realizing that unless I started producing these "writings", I would end up in an institution for being completely batshit crazy in no time.

"Jane, would you drive Bella's truck back for her? Thank you dear," my mother says, taking me away from Jane, who gives me a look that says 'we'll discuss this later'. Her cheeks are flushed and she's excited, or upset. I can't really tell because that is usually a sign of excitement, but the tiny frown on her face tells me otherwise.

I'm told not to walk around or put my weight on my ankle for a couple of days. That's going to be easy, considering that I'll be back in school on Monday. I'll just hop and skip and hobble around. Jane won't let me fall.

"Bella, you are so lucky. Dr. Cullen is the new doctor who moved into town. He's quite handsome, isn't he? I wanted to ask some questions but it seemed inappropriate at the time, especially once that nurse walked in. The girls and I have been wondering if he has a wife, any kids? He bought that modern-looking eyesore that the Stanleys built before they realized they couldn't afford it. If the doctor has a wife, we have to ask her to join - "

Wife? If the doctor has a wife? What if he does have a wife? Why do I care? I have to think. Close my eyes and think. Take out the drawings and think. I'm pretty sure there was something completely off about the doctor. For starters, there was no baseball cap. But he wouldn't wear one in the hospital. He looked a little older, too. I didn't get a chance to look at his eyebrows closely, but they were a little different. What am I even thinking? The man had to be forty, right? Why do I care about a forty-year-old doctor? But if he does have a wife...

I have to stop.

"What I don't understand is why he is so reclusive. He's been here for two weeks already - that's when the moving trucks started bringing his things over. You can't really tell how many people there are living in the house because it's so secluded and you can't simply drive by to find out. I'm not trying to pry, it's just that the community wants to know who is living among us. There aren't too many of us and we don't want unsavory types coming into our lives. In fact, - "

I close my eyes and stop listening. I adore my mother, but she talks so much. She is incredibly sweet, caring, a total mama bear, but she drives me crazy. She drives my father crazy, too. Everything is always perfect. Dinner is always on the table. It's always a little too much, she's always a little too much. But we love her because she is home. So when we get out of the car and she helps me walk to the door, I grab her soft, plump arm and give her a kiss on the cheek. I love holding onto this part of my mother, and you can see how happy the little bit of affection I show makes her. I let her keep talking and rest my foot on her lap when we are sitting on the couch. When we hear Jane arrive in my truck, she quickly gets up to make us something to eat. She decides on grilled cheese sandwiches, which are Jane's favorite. She promises to put some mayo in mine, which is a little gross but delicious. Then she pops her head into the living room one more time to tell me that she'll make some tomato basil soup too, since my dad loves it and should be home any second.

It's too warm for soup, but I'm hungry and can't wait. I shout the news of the soup and sandwich to Jane, who exclaims that it sounds glorious, and rushes over to envelop me in a hug.

"Bella. Did you see that?"

I nod.

"Bella... I was just looking at some of the sketches in my notebook, and wait, let me get them out... You were about 75% correct about most of his features. But I think he's older than in your dreams, and the hat was covering his eyebrows? But everything else, wow. Didn't you say he had green eyes? Dr. Cullen's were blue."

"Wait, so you noticed it too. I knew you did, but I was too busy freaking out. We have to find out. How old is he?"

"Does it matter? You'll be eighteen in a week! It's not like you're sixteen or something."

"Eww, Jane. What does this even mean? There is no way that Dr. Cullen is Hat Guy."

But he is. I'd recognize those features anywhere. And he felt familiar. I close my eyes for a second trying to remember where he had those moles I trace in my dreams. On his neck? Behind his ear? I wonder if I can get a closer look at Dr. Cullen sometime. Maybe ask him to wear a hat for me. Jane's hand on my knee snaps me out of my little trance, and I listen to her again.

"Okay, maybe he has a younger brother. Oh wait, it would have to be his twin. But that doesn't make any sense either. He looks a little older than what you described. Wait, I'm going to draw him."

Jane grabs her notebook from her bag and starts drawing, but we are interrupted by my mother, who brings us food and drinks and turns on the TV to give us something to do. She sits in the adjoining dining area, so Jane and I can't continue our conversation. Instead, we watch Love Actually until I fall asleep with my foot propped up on the armrest, and my head in Jane's lap.

XxXxX

The Whitlocks made Jane spend Sunday at home and we sent over two hundred texts back and forth trying to decide what to do about Dr. Cullen and Hat Guy. I'm glad my parents let me add unlimited texts to my plan. I'm a little addicted, and sometimes it's not just Jane I text. With Peter we got into a habit of texting every dirty thing that popped into our heads. When I first met Peter, I had "seen" Hat Guy just a few times. They were just images of him, and I never dwelled on them. I didn't really spend any time thinking about who he was, what he represented.

Peter and I dated for over six months. Three months into the whole thing the images became more vivid, the dreams became more frequent. I would get lost in them, and then float around in this magical haze. I felt light and warm and slightly intoxicated after every dream. The things I felt during the few moments I "spent" with Hat Guy made me doubt everything I ever felt with Peter, or my first boyfriend, Seth. Both were great guys, neither one of them ever hurt me. The thing is, I don't think I hurt them either. There was always something missing, so when I ended things with them they were a little disappointed, but I think they understood.

With Peter, it all came to an end the night we had planned to go all the way. Sex is something I want to try. Soon. I won't pretend that I want it to be special, or amazing. I'm just very curious. I won't lie – I enjoy every single thing I do with boys (who are not Seth). I enjoy the kisses, the touches. I enjoy the way my body loses control, and orgasms are like precious jewels to me. I love them and cherish them and want more, more, more. I love the rush I feel when I am close to making the guy I'm with come. I remember the first time with Jasper. The way he looked right before my hand was covered in sticky stuff. I loved it and I knew it was something I wanted to do over and over again.

So yeah, I'm a little obsessed with sex, even though I've never actually done it. And I was so close too, naked under Peter, my hand on him and bringing him closer, until it hit me. Peter never actually felt that good to me. Why would I have sex with him? And he looked so eager, so desperate. I pretended to freak out, I apologized, and then when he made it clear that he was annoyed, I told him it's over.

Because the truth is that once I had dreamt of Hat Guy kissing me, it was over between us. It's simple. I know there is something out there that's wonderful. Better than anything else. I can wait for it, I can be a little patient. Why have an ok experience with a random guy when I know that there is a better one out there? And I know Hat Guy is better.

Hat Guy/Dr. Cullen/Dr. Cullen's twin kisses me and I touch heaven. Even the thought of the dreams or images has me soaring and sighing and my heart beats so fast. Every time we kiss he smiles against my lips, like he has just found something great, uncovered a secret that's just for him. We open our eyes at the same time and stare like it's the first time, every time. How could that compare to anything else?

And he holds my hand. And I feel pride. Comfort. Joy. Not just joy. I'm euphoric. And his hands are beautiful. And I have kissed them so many times. And shit, I should have stared at Dr. Cullen's hands but was so freaked out that I focused on everything but his skin, the longer fingers I'm sure I would have noticed had I actually paid any attention to them.

So it's Monday morning, and I'm running late because I am waiting for Jasper and Jane to pick me up. Jasper is always late. When they finally stop in front of the house my mother gives me one last kiss before Jasper is half-carrying me to the car. He tickles me and makes me laugh, making fun of my ankle, and whispering that he can't wait to see my bellybutton. I smack his arm but laugh along with him and Jane all the way to school. The second we are out of the car I groan, realizing that we are back, and that we have to deal with this place for an entire year.

"Bella," Jane says, "pull your skirt down. Mrs. Cope warned you and I don't want you to end up having to wear the gym uniform all semester. It's disgusting and no one will even look at you."

I sigh and pull my skirt down just a little. Jasper smirks.

"Yeah, Bella. We like seeing your legs. Don't punish the entire male, and some of the female, population of the school just because you like your skirts short enough to get you punished. If you feel that compelled to show off more skin, you can always give us a little show in class. Like you used to do when we were freshmen. Ah, the good old days."

Jane smacks Jasper in the head and grabs my arm, leading me to our first class. He is such a perv, but my favorite kind of perv. He's not ashamed of it and the way he delivers his perviness makes everyone comfortable. He is very unlike the other guys our age, who make you want to throw up in your mouth every time they say something borderline-pervy.

Maybe I'm the biggest perv of them all. This would explain how much I love Jasper's comments and jokes.

"Bella, let's see. I have to take you to double English now. It's on my way to – "

I stop her.

"We don't have English together?" This can't be happening.

Jane bites her bottom lip, just like I do when I'm nervous or about to freak the fuck out.

"I had to take art with Mr. Banner and…"

"Oh." Of course, it's the only time it's offered.

"Bella, it's ok. We have almost everything else together. And they'd never let me into your special advanced English class." Jane is talking very fast, she's almost frantic. I place an arm on her shoulder to calm her down.

"Don't worry, just walk me over. I'll meet someone there."

Jane and I greet and make small-talk with a few people on our way to class. A sea of white shirts and grey skirts or pants. Most seniors have given up on ties, I'm not even wearing the shirt. Jane and I are in white t-shirts, hers is tucked in, mine is messier. Even the little pocket over my left boob is torn. I have very little to work with, and I like the "I don't care" look. I pull my skirt back up a little right before entering the classroom, knowing that Mrs. Cope won't see me in there.

"Ok, I'll see you in chem, Bella."

I take my bag from Jane and open the door.

"Always late, Miss Swan." I stop myself from rolling my eyes at Ms. Denali. She's a wonderful teacher, but can be very annoying. But it's true, I'm always late to my early morning classes.

"I apologize, Ms. Denali. As you can see, I was injured and I'm having a little trouble getting around." I smile.

"I'll let it slide since it's the first day. Go find an empty seat. There is one next to one of our new students in the back row. Miss Cullen, consider yourself lucky. Miss Swan is my best student and will make sure you are happy here amongst the rest of us. We are like a little family, aren't we Miss Swan?"

Oh Tanya, I'm not listening to a word you're saying.

Who the fuck is Miss Cullen?

And then I see her.

Miss Cullen is beautiful. Kind of almost fat, but really beautiful. She has the sweetest smile on her face, and longer, blonder hair than Jane's. She has the same blue eyes Dr. Cullen has, but they look nothing alike.

Is she his daughter? He looks too young to have a daughter my age.

They can't be married – she's in high school!

Is she his sister? She's probably his sister.

Oh poor girl, the shirt is a little too tight on her. And not in a good way. I have to tell her that she can wear her own shirts and not the crap the school sells.

I can't take my eyes off Miss Cullen as I take my seat next to her. She probably thinks I'm crazy, or that I am a lesbian. Maybe, and who knows? I could be a lesbian –girls are pretty. But I really like boys. A lot. Maybe I'll turn out to be bi or something.

My brain hurts.

"Alright, now that Miss Swan is settled and all is right in the world again, let us begin. We have two new students joining us this year, and they are actually related. Miss Cullen is a junior, and just moved to Forks from New York, I believe. We also have her cousin here. Mr. Cullen? Raise your hand and let everyone know where you are. Mr. Cullen is a senior, and he also just moved here from New York. Let's welcome them both to Forks."

Every pair of eyes in the classroom moves from Miss Cullen to a slumped figure sitting immediately in front of us. I see a neck and messy brown hair, and when I notice the fingers that start rubbing the back of this very pretty neck, time stops.

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