Another chapter? Is she on a roll, or is this a fluke? :P

Thanks for all the positive feedback! So thankful for all the support and love for this story. Feel like I should reiterate that this is a G/G story, it's not an Edward/Bella story. For those that read this story before you probably know who her pair is going to be, but I've been thinking of tweaking it a bit so we'll see depending on how it turns out.

She wasn't what to think when she walked into biology the next day. Sure, she was expecting to see Edward, and have another awkward meeting, but at the same time, she wasn't sure if he would even be there. The clear sign of his absence was at lunch, where she hadn't seen him at his usual table with his family, and by word of Jessica who seemed a bit too invested in everyone's life.

As Jessica had talked about at lunch, Edward wasn't in class. She cast a glance around just in case as she walked to her seat waiting to see if he was simply late instead. He didn't show up and the class was starting as she zoned out just a bit. She was actually glad he wasn't there, less to worry about truthfully and just focus on getting through the class, though she was spacing out anyways. Since her experience with college was more not knowing what to do and choosing a job that would be a little easier on her that's what she went for. A human resource degree didn't accomplish much other than dealing with people in a company, and the worst was interviews or the dreaded disciplinary issues that she thankfully didn't have to go through much of.

Since it wasn't her passion but paid the bills, she figured it was a good job. Though she was hoping this time maybe she would find something she would actually want to do. She had a few passions that she hoped might pan out. Aspirations such as being a doctor or lawyer were things she dreamed about as a kid but she stopped having job aspirations as she grew older. There were hobbies she had but hadn't tested them out in this new body so she wasn't sure if it would be the same. She liked drawing, though she wasn't sure if her doodles were worth the public viewing. She wanted to keep her singing isolated in the shower and she wanted to keep away from any broken bones by just not dancing.

She was hesitant to decide right away for the future so she simply shook the thoughts away as best she could and tried to get through the rest of her day. She had a few things she wanted to get, and now that she had the funds to, she decided it was a good time to get the things she needed.

Although she could do without, the old bookshelf in her room was falling apart. She knew if it wasn't pushed into the corner of the room and leaning heavily on the one side it would probably fall and break to pieces on the floor. And knowing her luck it would become a huge problem, or it would hit her and she would need to go to the hospital. The latter was more likely, she had already tripped on a stack of books stubbing her toe and falling hard on her knee's anyways.

So, her goal was the hardware store, which she headed to right after school was out. She was glad she had a truck, especially when going furniture shopping, and sometimes she bought more than she needed because it caught her eye.

She took her time wandering around the somewhat large store, she was used to ikea and that place was huge compared to this small-town store, but luckily it had a few options for her. Not to mention a few pieces that she wanted to get but had no reason to/nowhere to put them. So, when she finally got to the area of choice, she took her time deciding what she wanted. She was trying to decide between a tall white wooden 4 shelf unit, or a mid-sized 3 shelf unit that was wider and all black. She really wanted the white bookshelves but she knew it wouldn't really match her room and would get dirty so much quicker.

She was trying to remember if there was a spot against a wall in her room for the unit. She knew she would have to get rid of the old bookshelf first and just placing it there to replace it was the best option. She was trying to imagine bringing a bookshelf upstairs and getting rid of the old one as she scratched the back of her neck. She wasn't very strong in the first place, and she hadn't really tested this new body's strength, but seeing how her arms were much thinner than her original body, she really didn't want to test it on the heaviest possible thing she would purchase. She contemplated returning with Charlie to get his help and while deciding on that option she focused on deciding which unit she wanted.

"A number between one and ten." She whispered to herself. 3 was the wooden shelf, and 8 was the black shelf, but she knew it wouldn't work when she knew the number herself. "Heads or tails." She said instead wondering if she had a coin in her bag to flip.

"How's 7?" She turned her head to see the large man she had met in the parking lot and the friendlier one from the elusive Cullen family.

"Uh… Emmett?" She tilted her head a bit with her question. She had heard many things about the family but the most information was about the 'totally hot' Edward, 'the ice princess' Rosalie, and 'weird pixie girl' Alice. Jessica's words, not hers.

"Yeah. Bella, right?" She nodded. "So, which one did I guess right?"

"Oh, uh, the black one." Emmett beamed a smile. They were standing in front of the white dressers so Emmett turned a looked for the set he had guessed for.

"Awesome! Which one?" Bella led Emmett over to the unit he had decided for her and he smiled. "I think Alice has that in her room too, it holds a bunch of magazines through." Bella laughed.

"It'll hold more books than magazines but I'm glad it works well." Emmett watched as she pulled the boxes forward before struggling to get the third one out. It was compact into a medium, a long and slightly skinny sized box which was great for space. It wasn't great for the weight though. Even moving them to get to the third one was a struggle and lifting it was going to be impossible.

If Emmett was confused, he said nothing and instead helped her easily by pulling it out from the shelf and placing it on the floor between them. "Why the third one?" She shrugged.

"Habit I guess." She tried to pick up the box and instead just grunted out. "Damn this is heavier than I thought."

"Need help?" He offered.

"Really? You're not busy or anything?" She looked around, surely he wasn't just chilling in a random furniture store, and he didn't look like he worked there.

"I can help you load it to your truck, Es-me, my mom is just shopping for something so I can come back and help her."

"Thanks, Emmett, I appreciate it." He helped her to the register and even waited while she paid before helping her take it to her truck. She held the doors open for him and rushed to open the truck gate as he loaded it into the truck bed. It was easy for him to load it in, she knew why it was so easy but at the same time, she was still amazed with the strength. He waved at her as he went back inside the store and Bella smiled with a wave of her hand.

She hopped into the truck and opened the glove box for her small stash of candy. Before unwrapping her candy, she realized she should give one as a thank you. She knew he wouldn't eat it, but she still thought it might be funny if he would.

She jumped down from the truck with 2 lollipops' in hand and went back into the store in search of the pale version of the hulk.

"Emmett." She called out to him after finding him. Surprisingly it was hard to find him and she nearly called out twice for him before realizing it wasn't him but a piece of furniture she had seen from the corner of her eye.

"What's up shorty?" She let the nickname go for now as she twirled the stick between her fingers, almost enticing him to take the treat.

"As thanks for your help." She smiled when he took the candy which looked normal in Bella's hands but tiny in Emmett's. "And this one is for your mom, I took her slave after all." She held out another lollipop with her other hand.

"Slave?" A warm voice spoke from behind her and she nearly jumped from surprise. She didn't hear anyone approaching.

"Helper. I defiantly meant helper." Bella said as she turned to face the voice nearly dropping candy in surprise.

"Are you a friend of Emmett's?" She asked and Bella simply froze, eyes wider than normal as she looked at the woman's curious face.

"Mom this is Bella. Bella this is my mom Esme." Emmett offered in the odd silence between them.

"Are you alright?" Esme asked.

Bella swallowed before stuttering out a simple. "Yeah, uh, I gotta get going." She handing the candy to the woman who took it with a smile. "Thanks again, Emmett. Nice meeting you Mrs. Cullen." She speed walked to her truck and without looking back floored out of the parking lot towards her home. Well, she thought she floored it out of the lot, but since her truck wouldn't really go over a certain speed it looked like she just drove normally. Thankfully her truck didn't break down and luckily, she didn't run into any cops on the road.

She didn't even try to bring the shelf down from the back of her truck and instead just ran to her room slamming the door behind her. Luckily Charlie wasn't home, she wasn't sure if she could handle a conversation in her current state of mind and mild panic. She grabbed her phone out of her pocket before jumping onto her bed on her stomach. Quickly scrolling through her pictures and seeing the one person she would never forget. Her mom. More specifically a selfie of her and her mom from a couple of years ago. She wasn't sure why, and she wasn't sure if this was a punishment somehow.

But… Esme Cullen looked exactly like her mother.