A/N: I watched Gene Simmons' Family Jewels today and fell in love with Nick Simmons. I just thought you all would want to know that, so when I marry him, you can say that you read my fan fiction.

(CPOV)
We finished our dinner without even tasting it. Even though I objected, he paid the bill, and he wouldn't even let me pay the tip. We strolled to the movie theatre, instead of holding hands, I clung to his arm, attempting to comfort him.

I closed my eyes, soaking in his deep, woodsy musk. It was unlike anyone I had ever been around before.

We reached the theatre and he pulled away. "I'm going to get the tickets, you get in line for popcorn. I won't be long, don't go anywhere." He kissed my hand gently before leaving me.

I got in the long line for popcorn and soda. I should've known better than to go to a movie on a Friday night.

Wind blew through my hair. I thought it was strange to feel a breeze inside, but I ignored it.

I turned around to look for Jacob, but someone waiting in line behind me blocked my view. I hadn't heard them getting in line, but it was loud in here. She was a beautiful girl, with long, blonde hair. I don't think I've ever seen anyone so beautiful in my life. She smiled at me, but it wasn't a smile I would ever regard as friendly.

"Hello, Bella." Why does everyone think that I'm Bella?!

"My name's not Bella. It's Chelsea." I kind of chuckled out of nervousness and she whizzed around me, checking me out.

"Of course it is. I thought your boyfriend had gone too far, Bella."

"My name is not Bella."

I saw Jacob come around the corner with the tickets and when he saw the girl, he started shaking. "Chelsea!" He ran over to me, but it wasn't fast enough. The girl had put in me in her arms and started running, or something like that. I didn't know how any person could move that fast. I started to feel dizzy and nauseous. I didn't know how much longer I could take moving this fast.

Then we stopped. We were in a big, no, big doesn't cover it, humongous field. I looked around, and it looked like we were in the middle of nowhere. The girl looked at me and smiled. "Don't worry, your boyfriend will be here soon."

How could Jacob possibly find us out here?

(EPOV)

Tanya? What were her thoughts doing in my head? I listened as hard as I could. Edward, I have her here. I thought you had killed her, but I guess I was wrong. We're in the baseball field.

She was taunting me! But what, or who did she have? Who does she think is my boyfriend? How is Jacob going to find me? Crap, I'm so dead.

That girl at the college! Of course! She looked and smelled just like Bella, Tanya must think that she IS Bella.

I couldn't let Tanya kill this innocent girl! I ran to the meadow faster than I had ever run before, reaching the meadow in only a matter of seconds.

"Tanya, you have the wrong girl. The girl you want is dead, just like you think."

"Edward, my nose doesn't lie. She smells just like your precious human."

"Her name is Chelsea. I can't figure out the reason for the resemblance, myself. But don't kill this innocent human because of your vendetta with one human that she happens to look like."

(CPOV)

I had no idea what was going on. There were only two things that I knew for sure.

1. I am Chelsea, not Bella.

2. Tanya wants to kill me because I look and smell like Bella.

I started to get mad at Edward, that he could stay so calm when my life was on the line. Eventually, I couldn't even understand the conversation.

"Tanya, your battle is with me…No, that could never be…Yes, that is true."

What is he talking about?!

Eventually Tanya gave up and left. At least, I think she left. One second she was there, and the next she wasn't.

Edward approached me with a smirk on his face. "Are you alright, Chelsea?"

I let my breath out. "I guess so. I'm physically okay. I'm just confused."

"It's alright." He picked me up in his arms. "I'm guessing this is how you got here, so it won't shock you more than you already are."

He started moving at the speed of light. I closed my eyes this time to block out the dizziness.

When we stopped moving, he carried me into his house and set me down on the couch. His house was gorgeous, something you would see in a magazine. I wanted to look around more, but I didn't have the strength. "I'm going to call your friend Jacob for you."

I didn't remember telling him that Jacob was my friend, but I was more tired than I realized. I closed my eyes and started dozing off.

When Jacob arrived, I was only half-awake. I could hear as he spoke to Edward and an older, more mature voice.

"Jacob, I think it's necessary you tell her everything. I read her thoughts, that's how I knew to call you, and she's really confused."

"I can't do that. She'll never talk to me again."

"You know that isn't true."

Jacob growled at the two men.

"Jacob, if you really remember Bella, you'll remember her reaction to finding out the truth. If this girl is really as much like her as we think she is, then she'll handle it the same way." That was a voice I didn't know.

"Do you have any theories?"

"Nothing that could explain it all."

"Sam thinks that it could be reincarnation."

They thought for a minute before the older man spoke again. "That's very interesting. I'll have to look into that."

"But for now I have to recommend you take her home." Edward sounded so concerned. For someone I barely knew, I felt just as close to him as I did to Jacob.