(A/N- The next chapter is here, just in time since I won't be able to write for the next TWO weeks! Yikes! I will be mentally writing my story so I should have a thousand new ideas to write about then. Enjoy!)

Meyer owns it all…but my dream is mine…

Talk

BPOV

I only sat in the parking lot looking at the stars for only about another twenty minutes. I didn't want the battery in the car to die and be stranded here. I turned on the car and pulled out of the lot.

I drove home slowly, knowing I was either going home to an empty apartment or an "occupied" apartment if Alice and Jasper decided to cut their dinner short tonight.

When I pulled into the apartment complex's parking lot I noticed the light was on. Regardless of the fact that the elevator would be faster, I was feeling lazy so I decided to take the elevator upstairs.

I reached the door, afraid to open it in case Alice and Jasper were in a compromising position. I pressed my ear to the door. There was only the sound of the TV so I breathed a sigh of relief and turned the door handle.

"I'm home, cover up anything you don't want seen!" I teased playfully covering my eyes.

"Hey Bella," Alice greeted me with a smile. She was lying on the couch with her head in Jasper's lap. Jasper looked up from where he was stroking Alice's short spiky black hair to nod at me. They both turned their gazes back to the screen.

I couldn't help but smile at them. They looked perfect together despite they were opposites in many ways. Alice was short with black spiky hair and vivacious personality while Jasper was tall with wavy blonde hair, and was certainly charismatic when he wanted to be but otherwise quite reserved.

I excused myself to my room where I dropped my bag and looked at myself in the mirror. Ugh…is this what I looked like? Edward probably thought I was raised by wolves. I sighed, thinking of Edward. I went into my bathroom and washed my face removing the little makeup that was still present at the end of the day. After patting my face dry I walked back out into the living room.

Alice and Jasper were watching the Harrison Ford version of Sabrina. It was one of my favorite movies. Before I sat down, I offered to get them something from the kitchen. Both declined but I was thirsty so I went in the kitchen.

I opened the fridge and pulled out an open bottle of white wine then walked over to the cabinet to pull out a wine glass. After pouring myself a healthy glass of wine I walked back into the living room and sat down in the recliner. Feeling giddy from my ride with Edward and the romantic plot movie, I polished my wine off fairly quickly.

The wine must have put me to sleep because suddenly a little pixie was shaking me, squealing "Bella! Wake up! Bella!"

I rubbed my eyes only to have Alice directly in front of my practically bouncing in excitement. "What?" I asked, through a yawn.

"Who's Edward?" she asked her eyes wide. My face must have contorted into a look of shock and disbelief, because she began to clarify, "You've been whispering his name in your sleep for the past ten minutes! Did you meet him tonight and not tell me?"

Suddenly I was wide awake. I looked around. Had Jasper heard me talking in my sleep? "Wait, where's Jasper?" my face blushing at the thought of him knowing what I was dreaming about.

"He just left; he had to go home, saying something about an old friend from out of town staying with him. I didn't ask. I want to know who Edward is! Now, who is he?" Alice asked impatiently.

I avoided eye contact, hoping she would drop this but Alice was like a dog with a bone.

"You know what this means? I'm going have to…TICKLE YOUuntil you tell me!" I shook my head and then Alice attacked me. I was trying not to laugh but despite Alice's small size she finally overcame me.

"Fine!" I shrieked, "He's a boy I met tonight! Now please, please stop!"

She stopped tickling me and looked at me with a hint of a smile on her face. "Does that mean 'BJAB time'?" she asked.

I nodded with a big smile on my face, "Yours tonight! Meet you in five minutes."

BJAB stands for "Bed, Jammies, and Boys". Ever since Alice and I had first become roommates our freshman year of college, whenever either of us had a boy story we would call a BJAB. We would put on our pajamas, crawl into our beds, and talk all night about the boy or boys that we had met or gone on a date with. We had not had a BJAB night since Jasper had told Alice he loved her almost four months ago.

We both sprinted to our rooms. I quickly tore off my clothes and grabbed my favorite pajamas. I brushed my teeth and ran a comb through my hair.

When I ran across the hall to Alice's room she was already sitting on her bed with a bag of Oreos, our favorite BJAB snack, her face eager for my story.

I smiled and crawled into the bed, grabbing a couple of Oreos and pulled them apart slowly so I could lick the cream. I knew this would drive Alice crazy and after one Oreo she hollered, "BELLA! WHO THE HELL IS EDWARD?"

Now that I knew her excitement was at its peak, I divulged my story to her. Her eyes widened at some parts while she squealed at others. When I was done I reached for another Oreo.

"So are you ever going to see him again?" she asked.

"Probably not. Professor Cullen said he was in from out of town so I will most likely never see him again. I only have the memory to keep me warm and fuzzy at night," I said the last part melodramatically.

"Well if it's meant to be then you will see him again. I can tell how much you like him even from just one night," she smiled, "You sound like me the night we had a BJAB about Jasper and mine's first date," she sighed remembering that first night.

My heart hurt a little thought because despite Alice's optimistic attitude I was fairly certain there would be no first date with Edward.

"Why don't you ask Professor Cullen, for Edward's number?" Alice asked.

I laughed, "Could you imagine me going up to Professor Cullen and asking me for Edward's, who remember is like a son to her, phone number."

"Your right about that, but maybe you could do it subtly," her face lit up with an idea, "You're always helping her out; you could just take a peek at her address book sometime when you're helping her out in her office."

I shrugged. "Maybe, but for right now, there is nothing I can do except dream about him."

She nodded and we both looked at the clock it was late and we were both tired. With a look at each other we knew BJAB was over and it was time for bed.

Alice turned off the light and we both settled under her comforter.

"Good night Alice," I whispered.

"Have sweet dreams of Edward," she whispered back.

I closed my eyes and remembered the feelings when Edward caught me in his arms and when he touched my hand. I smiled.

Then I was asleep.

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EPOV

Dinner with Carlisle and Esme was enjoyable as always.

Carlisle was asking me questions about my decisions for medical school in the fall. I had told him I had it down to two schools, even though I knew I was going to his alma mater. I wanted to surprise him at my graduation in a couple of months.

Throughout dinner I was distracted though. My mind was on Bella. Despite our brief time together I felt a connection with her.

During dinner I would randomly smile, I thought I was going unnoticed until Esme asked, "What are you smiling about Edward? Is there something you are keeping from us?"

I would quickly wipe the grin of my face and shake my head no responding with some lame line about being happy to see them or enjoying dinner.

When it was time to part ways, I shook Carlisle's hand and gave Esme a kiss on cheek, thanking them both for dinner. I climbed into my Volvo and began driving off to my residence for the night, my old best friend's apartment.

When I arrived I pulled into the parking lot, grabbed my duffel bag from out of the trunk and sauntered inside, glancing at the stars above me. After a quick ride on the elevator I walked down to the door of my friend's apartment. I knocked on the door, but no one came. I knocked again, still nothing.

I checked my watch, 11:38. He said he would be here by 11:30 after a date with his girlfriend. I adjusted the duffel on my shoulder, and decided to see if there was a key hidden above the door frame.

As I reached up, I heard a voice behind me, "Trying to break into my apartment?"

I turned around to see my best friend, Jasper Whitlock, with his arms crossed biting his lip to keep from laughing.

I rolled my eyes. "I wouldn't have to break in, if you were here on time. I dropped my duffle and gave him a man hug. "Long time, no see man. So did the girl, keep you late with some boring chick flick."

Jasper laughed, "No, the movie ended a while ago, it's what we did after the movie that caused my delay," he raised his eyebrows.

I nodded my head, and gestured to the door, "Well are you going to let me in so we can catch up?"

Jasper reached into his pocket and pulled out his keys, unlocking his door, and stepping inside. I followed him in and placed my duffle on the couch, my bed for this weekend.

"Nice place," I said admiring his bachelor pad. The mismatched furniture and sports memorabilia made the room feel like my own apartment at home. My favorite part though was his TV was perched on a board on top of an old, empty beer keg.

"Thanks, if you're thirsty or anything, the fridge should have some beer or something," Jasper remarked absentmindedly as his sorted through his mail.

I walked into his small kitchen and opened the fridge, there were three six packs of beer, some leftover pizza that was a funky color, and some basic condiments. I laughed, "Grocery shop much, Jazz? There only edible thing in here is the beer." I reached in and pulled out a beer for myself and for Jasper.

Taking the beer from my hand, Jasper responded, "Yeah, I've practically been living at Alice's apartment with her and her roommate. They keep a stocked fridge so why waste money on food when the girls seem so keen on feeding me."

I laughed, "Sounds like a great deal. It must be serious with this girl."

"Yeah, Alice is," he smiled, "perfect. I love her, man."

"I happy for you," I said patting him on the shoulder.

"So any girls in your life?" Jasper asked, taking a swig of his beer.

My mind flew to Bella and I smiled. I tried to cover my smile with a swig of my own beer.

"What's her name?" Jasper asked.

"Bella, Bella Swan," I answered.

(Do you think Jasper will put two and two together? You'll have to wait and find out! I love Jasper's apartment, I modeled it after the stories my dad used to tell me about his bachelor pad. HE STILL HAS THE KEG THAT HIS TV USED TO BE ON!!!!! Bella and Alice were fun to write. I thought of just calling their talk "girl talk" but it is so cliché. I wanted to give you guys a name for it that you may use next time you stay up all night with your friends talking about boys.(BJAB anyone?) I hope you like this story. Please, please review!)