Mike's POV
If only I could have that dream again. How I miss my beloved Bella! I thought to myself. I was looking at the yearbook, wondering who that strange girl was. The other people were people I knew, so why was she unfamiliar?
My phone buzzed and I looked at the screen.
WHY HAVEN'T YOU CALLED ME YET? Lauren. Ugh. What a bitch. You know what?
IM BREAKING UP WITH U! I sent her back, and turned off my phone. I so did NOT want to deal with her right now.
I decided to actually go to the Cullen house this time, instead of just dreaming about it. On the few red stoplights I had on the way there, I gazed at the picture of Bella I had taped to my steering wheel. The squares behind me continually honked at me to go every time I got lost in those big brown eyes. It made me wonder why I had dreamt up Bella so different than this picture I had here.
In fact, so many things about that dream didn't make sense. Besides the whole bush thing, I don't get why my dream would've told me it was a dream, surely I would've know that anyway? And why did everyone else in my dream not get that it was a dream until Bella signaled them with her eyes?
I don't get my own mind. As I pulled into the Cullen driveway, I realized it looked exactly the same as my dream.
And Jake and the demon child were sitting on the front steps.
And Edward and Bella were laying down on the lawn, staring at each other, until when I pulled up, and they stared at me.
And everyone looked the same in my "dream".
And Edward looked no different than when I last saw him, 17 years ago.
Dr. Cullen came rushing out of the house, followed by the rest of the family, none of which looked any different, like they should have.
"WHAT THE HECK?"
