Well here is chapter 2. Again i don't own anything, i'm just playing and i hope you enjoy!

I soon realized the hands running through my hair, and the reason I couldn't stand was that one of the Cullen family was behind me. Trying to sooth me I think. Charlie introduced her as Esme, Dr Cullen's wife, when he noticed my confusion. She was beautiful. She had long caramel hair that flowed in soft waves, and a sweet and kind looking heart shaped face.

All members of the family were stunning.

"Bella, would you mind if I check you over? As your father has said, I'm a doctor and I'd like to make sure you're ok." Carlisle asked me.

I was so confused. He was the same man from my vision. His name, his voice, and even his looks for the most part. The only thing that was different was he was somehow even better looking than I remembered. The same feeling of complete trust in him from my dream was back.

"Sure," Was all I could breathe out in response. Then, in a movement that I knew he had done to me before, he reached out and softly ran his hands over my head looking for injuries. I couldn't help sucking in a sharp breath as his eyes met mine.

It was like time froze around us. His eyes were different to what I remembered. Instead of being a beautiful sea green that would look blue in some lights, they were the colour of rich honey. They were still gorgeous and mesmerizing. They were the most familiar thing about him. It was as if I had gazed into these eyes a million times. He seemed just as entranced as me. The moment was broken when someone nearby loudly cleared their throat.

"Have we met before Bella?" Carlisle asked me while tilting his head slightly, looking as if he were trying to figure out a difficult puzzle.

"I ... I don't think so." I wanted nothing more than to tell him everything, but why would he believe me? They'd probably have me committed because they thought I was crazy.

Carlisle quickly finished checking me over for injuries, being careful to avoid my eyes. When he had decided I was ok to go home, he told Charlie it was probably just exhaustion and jet lag. He suggested I go home to bed and take it easy for a few days.

It sounded so familiar I had to roll my eyes.

~V~

CPOV

After checking over the girl we had decided to go straight home and see the movie another time. I was silent the whole way home trying to make sense of things. There was something about her. It was as if I knew her, but it was more than that, almost as if she was one of my family. I just couldn't remember having ever seen her before though, something that I would've been able to do immediately with my vampire memory.

She knew me too, I was sure of it. She had used my name before we had even been introduced, and there was something in the way she looked at me. There were also those eyes of hers. Those big, beautiful brown eyes. I knew somehow that I had spent hours staring into them and loving them. I don't know how I knew; I just did.

When we got home everyone immediately went to the kitchen and waited for me to speak. Not knowing what to say, I turned to Alice, hoping the petite psychic would have some answers.

"I'm just as confused as you. I saw it happening, but I have no idea why. The next few months keep changing. Sometimes I see the two of you trying to figure it out together. Other times I see you both avoiding each other. I do know she's almost as confused as you are though." She explained.

"Which turns out better?" I ask, hoping for some guidance.

"I'm not sure yet. I can only see a little way ahead and only in small pieces here and there." She frowned. "There is something else too. I don't know if it's connected or not, but I didn't see it until I started seeing this." She continued, a look on sadness on her beautiful face.

"What is it sweetheart?" Esme asked her softly.

"The two of you are going to divorce. I'm not sure why, and the when keeps changing, but it always happens in the end, no matter what." She informed us sadly.

Esme and I looked at each other, silently communicating. It was no secret that we loved each other dearly but we had never kept it a secret that we weren't mates. In our world mates were hard to find, but once a couple mated, they were mated for life. Both other couples in our family had mated. It wasn't something you could choose. It just happened. It was as if suddenly nothing else mattered but your mate. After mating, it usually took about 6 months to a year before the couple could be around anyone else.

The last few years Esme and I had been discussing getting divorced, thinking maybe being together was stopping us from finding our true mates. We always decided against it, thinking it could still be a long time before we found them and that we shouldn't commit ourselves to loneliness when we were happy together. However, if Alice was seeing it, then it must be time.

We carefully explained this to them. After a few moments of silence, I told everyone the strange feelings this girl had brought up inside of me. Everyone was just as confused as I was. It didn't sound like anything we had heard of before, which was strange, given the amount of experience we had between us.

~V~

It had been three days since I had arrived at Forks and I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened when Charlie and I had gone out dinner. It was one thing to have strange visions of what seemed to be a past life, but it was another to meet one of the people from them. Then there was the fact that I hadn't had one since. I would have thought I'd be glad not to have them, but it was almost like losing a part of me.

Aside from that, I was settling in quite well.

Charlie – no, dad. I had to stop calling him that.

Dad and I had gotten into a routine and were learning quickly that we lived well together. He was respectful of my privacy and understood my need to be independent. In turn, I was determined to make things easy for him. So far that had consisted of me cleaning and keeping the house tidy.

I was thinking of asking him if he would like me to go shopping for him today. Then I could get the ingredients needed to make him proper meals. Since I had gotten here, we had eaten nothing but take out and bread that was almost stale. He wasn't old, but he was at an age where he should probably start watching what he was eating. Plus, I liked to cook, so I wouldn't mind making dinner for him.

~V~

In the end Charlie - Dad, had agreed to me doing the shopping and cooking but only if, and when, I wanted to. He made it clear that it wasn't a necessity. We had agreed that each week he would leave an allowance of sort for me, depending on what he could budget, and that whatever was left I could use how I liked. I decided I would keep anything left in a safe place for emergencies or when things were low. I had already set aside $54.60 from the first week, which was something dad was surprised with since he was used to his food costing a little more because of all the takeout he ate.

It'd now been a week since I'd arrived, and it was Monday morning. Today would be the day I started at my new school. I was dreading this. I hated being the new girl. I had done it a few times before when I hadn't fit into the schools. Renee would say it was just the school and have me transferred. Eventually she realized that it wasn't the schools, it was me, and that starting at a new school made it worse because that was something else that made me stand out as different to everyone else. This would be no different.

I had never been able to make friends in school, usually spending my breaks in the library or in the office of one teacher or another discussing the class work. Occasionally, I'd even been invited to share lunch with them in the staff room. I got along with the teachers much more than the students. People used to joke that I was a 60-year-old in the body of a child.

I had a quick breakfast, which only consisted of a bowl of cereal, while my dad had toast. We didn't talk much except the occasional comment about the school. He had taken the morning off to drive me to school this morning, so I didn't have to get up too early to catch the bus. While it was a thoughtful gesture on his part, I was not looking forward to showing up to my first day of school in a police cruiser.

After finishing our breakfast, I grabbed my bag and we put our coats on before heading out. When we got out the door, I was surprised to see a big red truck in the drive next to the cruiser. Dad wasn't fazed though. The second I saw it he held out a set of keys.

"I figured you should have your own set of wheels if you're going to live here. We don't exactly have public transport and I won't always be able to drive you around." Charlie explained.

"It's for me? You bought me a car?" I questioned excitedly. I had not been expecting this.

"It used to Billy's, but he can't drive it anymore, so it's been sitting in his garage for years. His son Jacob helped fix it up and they gave it to me for a good price. It runs well. I know it's not the newest or prettiest thing around but it's a good car." He explained with a slight embarrassed blush.

"I love it!" I said as I hugged him, meaning every word I said.

He was right about it not being the nicest looking thing in the world, but it was unique and tough looking. I was touched that he thought of doing this for me. Back in Phoenix, my mum had said I didn't need one because of all the public transport and the fact that if needed I could borrow hers. She had told me that if I really wanted one I'd need to save for it myself. I told my dad this and offered to give him my savings for it, but he refused saying he would rather I kept it and saved it for myself. He promised that it wasn't going to break the bank and that it was necessary here.

~V~

In the end, my first day wasn't too bad. There were a group of people, each from a few different classes of mine, who seemed to take me into their group. Probably to try and find out my story and get the gossip before everyone else, I suspected. I didn't mind too much though, at least no one outright hated me yet, and one of them seemed genuinely nice.

The only homework I had been assigned was to read what classes I had already covered so that I would be on the same page as everyone else. That would be my only homework for the next week or so, so I had been told. I found that frustrating as I usually picked things up quickly. I had been placed in all the advanced classes for years now and had been offered multiple times to be moved up a year or two. I always decided against it, as I didn't want to be even weirder then I already was. So, I decided to hand in the same homework everyone else had even though I didn't have to, otherwise I'd likely go crazy with boredom.

The only thing that bothered me about the day had been the Cullens. Five of them went to school with us and every time I saw any of them throughout the day, they would be staring at me. Jessica Stanley, one of the girls who had decided to be nice to me, told me the Cullens were all really weird, but that they never usually showed interest in anyone. I'd told her an edited version of what had happened when I first arrived and suggested that maybe they were just trying to figure out why I was so weird. She hummed in agreement, but her frown said she thought otherwise.

When I got home, I started making dinner whilst reading through my new text books. They were mostly the same as my old ones with only minor differences, and the classes were basically up to the same place. By the time dinner was done I was completely caught up.

Charlie got home not long after and we had a small conversation about our days while we ate. It was comfortable and nothing like the forced conversations I was used to having with Renee and Phil. After dinner we moved to the lounge so he could watch TV. While he was doing that, I started on the assignments that the rest of my class had been told to do.

I hope you liked chapter 2 :)
Chapter 3 will be up as soon as my beta has time to finish looking over it!