Edward's POV:

It was five o'clock in the morning. The sun had barely made an appearance, casting a soft yellow glow throughout the house. It was an ungodly hour for a teenager to be up at, but my mind prevented me from sleep. It was buzzing with the memory of seeing Bella yesterday.

She was drenched from head to toe, her shirt clinging to all of her curves. I tried to be a gentleman by restraining my eyes from landing anywhere but on her face. My plan didn't work as well as I had hoped. My eyes had wandered her body at random intervals, but she didn't seem to notice. Even though she resembled a rained out yorkie, she was still the most beautiful woman I have ever layed eyes on.

It was excruciatingly difficult not to bring up the past, but it would hurt even more to see the blank look in her eyes. The look that tells me she doesn't remember that we fell in love.

When she brought up the shooting, I nearly lost it. I knew it was just an analysis, her own assumptions rather than an actual memory, but I couldn't prevent myself from hoping. A small nagging feeling that believed her memory would return. Somedays I thrived off of it, telling myself that it was a sign, but seeing the recognition drain from her eyes brought me back to harsh, cold reality.

I sighed in frustration and kicked away the heavy comforter. I jumped out of bed, narrowly avoiding stubbing my toe on the door frame, and thundered down the hallway. My fists pushed the door out of the way and I entered my father's solemn office. He looked up at me, his face contorting from confusion to understanding.

"Bella?" he questioned. I nodded and collapsed into the seat across from him.

"It's just so frustrating, Dad." He jumped, startled from my sudden outburst. My feet pulled me away from the chair, choosing to pace the room instead. I tugged at my hair, the anxiety of the situation hitting me like a fountain of lava.

"Then stop moping around, son. Do something about it," he advised. I glared at him in exasperation. What did he want me to do? Wave a magic wand around her head and command her to regain her memory?

"There's nothing I can do. You said to pull her back into her regular routine, and that doesn't involve me. Everything we did was on random impulses," I cried. I've never been in such an infuriating position in my life. If I try to help, I'll most likely end up scaring her off. If I don't, I chance the risk of having her memory slip through my fingers.

"Alright fine. Picture a place where you two used to go a lot, a place only you two know about. Once you think of it, take her there. It might jog something."

"That's actually a really good idea, and I have the perfect spot in mind. But how do I convince her to go with me," I wondered aloud.

"Ask her after school. Lure her in with the thought of regaining her memory, that should be the ice breaker. Use your imagination, kiddo" he grinned. My mind processed his words, a slow smile proclaiming my lips as I thought it over. I had to hand it to him, it was a perfect plan.

"Thanks Dad."

"No problem, kid. Now go get your girl."

~*H&M*~

School went by painstakingly slowly. By lunch time I was ready to kidnap her and drag her to our spot. By some miracle, I refrained myself. Instead of restorting to drastic measures, I tried to play it down by asking to sit with her at lunch.

"Of course. Anything for a fellow neighbor," she smirked. I grazed her shoulder as I sat down, reveling in the familiar shock associated with her touch. I was about to offer a small greeting to Angela when I noticed she had a concerned look on her face. Her eyes were locked on Bella's face, the whisper of her name fanning towards me.

I looked over at Bella, her eyes glassy and distant. She was looking at the table as if it was the most interesting thing in the world. I shook her shoulder, whispering her name.

"She's remembering something," Angela answered. My head snapped toward her, surprise flooding my veins.

"She always gets that look whenever she remembers something. It's only happened a couple of times, tid bit unimportant memories," she explains. My gaze falls back to Bella, hope once again taking over my body. It wasn't like the other times, they were only to keep my mind at ease during a particularly stressful moment. No, this time it was a fierce longing that extended to every part of my being.

The emotion was so powerful it rendered me breathless. I knew right then and there Bella would soon remember me, of that I was sure, the only part that I feared was what she would do once she regained her memory. Would she be disgusted with me? Would she be appalled by my behavior? Would she..hate me?

I shook my head, waving away the ruthless thought. I looked over at Bella, her eyes piercing through me with the intensity of her curiosity. She didn't look confused, or even judgemental, just curious.

"Did we date?" she asked. A nervous chuckle passed through my lips, her blunt question wasn't what I had anticipated. Although a part of me was relieved, being blunt was a characteristic I had always found endearing about her. That was until it was used against me, of course.

"I'm not liberty to say. Doc's orders," I mumbled. I felt the weight of her gaze, but I didn't acknowledge it. Those chocolate, brown eyes have always been my weakness. Even so much as a glance would morph me into a ball of yarn in her sharp claws. Completely at her disposal.

"So, what classes do you plan on taking next year?" I looked at Bella, praying she would take the bait. Her eyes scrutinized my face, looking for an answer to her question, but she found none. A sigh of defeat passed through her lips before she addressed my question.

She listed all of the required classes, English being her only honors class, and added Journalism and Creative Writing as her electives. I smiled as she described the classes her guidance counselor talked her into. Writing had always been her passion, a hobby she had participated in due to her mother's praise.

There were days where I would wander the halls looking for her, panic welling inside of me when she was no where to be found. Later on that day she would call me, apologizing for missing lunch. When I asked why she didn't tell me where she was, she complained that I distracted her while she was writing.

I smiled at the memory, it was a small reminder of her impending passion. The fact that she had held onto that hobby, that admirable career, was proof that the real Bella was brewing beneath the surface. It was only a matter of time before she sprang free.

The rest of lunch flowed with small talk. We talked about any thing and everything, from simple things like classes and snarky teachers to gossip about who was taking who to prom and what Jessica did to Mike at the movies.

I started to space out when they drooled over the cast in the Hunger Games. It was a bit of a hit to the ego to hear that Josh Hutcherson was the sexiest man alive. Instead of adding in my own opinion on the guy's looks, I opted to look Bella over.

A part of me knew that if she didn't agree to go with me to our place, then it would be awkward for the rest of the school days. Petty excuses not to hang out would be made, and simple things like small talk would be avoided. If that were to happen, then I wanted to enjoy every second I had left with her. Similar to a trapped, dying man cherishing his final sip of water.

My eyes studied the comical face expressions she would perform every now and again. The subtle arch of her eyebrows as she listened to something interesting. The slight downfall of the side of her lip as she talked about something unpleasant. And, my personal favorite, the slight squint from the lighting that shows the small dimple on her left cheek.

Every expression, now matter how big or how small, has a story behind it. Someday, I hope, I will receive the opportunity to study all of hers.

"Edward?" Bella sing-songed. I jumped and snapped my head to her. She was packing away her books into her bag and had tossed her uneaten food in the trash. I looked around to see the rest of the students bustling out of here to get to class.

"Are you okay?" she asked. A small smile occupied my lips as I nodded back to her. She scrutinized my face, checking to see if I was telling the truth, but found no evidence to prove otherwise. She smiled and offered a goodbye.

"Bella, wait" I pleaded. She turned around and stared at me curiously. I sighed and thrusted my hand into my hair. My mind was telling me to wait it out, to ask her after school ended, but my heart couldn't stand to sit around and wait that long.

"I know you don't remember me, but I think I know somewhere we can go to jog your memory" I proposed. She pursed her lips, and weighed out her options. I could see the hesitance in her eyes, and I knew I was going to need a bit more bait.

"The office people love me. I could get both of us notes with no issues and no one would have to know. Please, just give me a chance" I begged. Bella stared into my eyes with an unreadable expression. She dropped her bag and strolled over until she was directly in front of me.

"Fine, but I get to control the radio."

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