A/N: Thank you so much for all my new reviews! Already having three reviewers only two days after I posted this fills me with so much joy!
This is the second new chapter for today, I want to add new chapters as frequently as possible for now to get the plot rolling and make all of my readers happy :)
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Chapter 6

Bella POV

As soon as Emmett left our house, my mother turned towards me, smirking knowingly. She rose a single eyebrow, cocking her head in question. I didn't know what to say, so I lowered my gaze to stare at my feet, shuffling uncomfortable from foot to foot.

"Belle, please! If you don't want to talk about it by yourself, I'll ask, but please give me some details sweety". My mother waited for a few more seconds, giving me the opportunity to answer on my own accord. I didn't say a word, continuing to stare at my feet, so my mother started to fire questions in rapid succession "How old is he? Has anything happened yet? Do you like him? Has he asked you on a date? What are you going to wear tonight?"

My head began to spin, overwhelmed with her questions and the implications behind them. "Mama, please stop!", I interrupted her, not wanting her to ask even one more of these questions. "He is 19, nothing has happened and we are just friendly with each other. I think he is a really nice guy, but we only just met twice and talked for about 10 minutes in total. Please, Mama! There is nothing happening there, please just let me have some time to adjust before trying to play matchmaker!"

My mother listened to my rant, then seemed to think about it for a moment. "Ok, sweety. I'll stop here, but if anything happens, I want to be the first to know! Promise me this, alright Belle?". I deflated, the energy leaving my system and the stress of our move finally sinking in. "Sure, Mama. You'll be the first to know if there is anything happening". With this, we started to work on lunch in comfortable silence, concentrating on the work at hand.

At lunch, both my father and my brother tried to ask me about Emmett. I really didn't understand what their problem was, so I tried to explain to them that we only just met twice and haven't had much opportunity to talk since then. As I didn't give out any further information the questioning stopped. My father seemed to be ok with the situation, but when I looked at my brother, I felt the tension still radiating from him. I thought about it, but as I couldn't figure out what his problem was, I decided to ignore it for now.

After lunch, I quickly helped my mother to clean up the kitchen before retreating to my room. I started to unpack my bag, folding up my clothes neatly and putting them in the dresser. I made my bed and opened the window, letting in fresh air. My eyes were drawn to the window Emmett showed me earlier and I paused in my tracks, thinking about todays events. And these thoughts led me to Edward. OH!

I stumbled back, startled of what just happened. I could think his name! It didn't hurt at all, there was nothing resembling the feeling of my heart being ripped out of my chest anymore.

I started crying happy tears. For months I struggled to get my life back, to get over him and to start living again. And now, one week into my strange vision – nothing. He was right, it was as if he never had existed.

This development shocked me to my core, I have been so miserable, I lost every hope of ever moving on. And the last week, I just forgot. I forgot everything about him, how I missed him or how hard it was for me to sleep alone. I started to live, and where before there was sadness and emptiness, now anger boiled up inside me. Anger that he had left me alone in the woods. That he made me feel worthless and for everything else that had happened to me because of Edward Cullen.

I caged myself up in this bad mental state for so long, letting the anger take the place of the emptiness felt liberating in some way. It felt good. I was sure, if I ever got back to the future and I would awake as a vampire, I would kick little Eddie's ass. Hard.

The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. He not only took away his family as he decided to leave and my life as they were all gone, he took my sense of self away way earlier. He decided everything we were doing, what I would wear and which sources of food were nutritional enough for me. I cut the ties to everyone I knew in Forks, except for the Cullens, just to make him happy. Heck, he even decided which members of his family were "dangerous" to me.

Before I got to riled up, I stopped myself. It wasn't helping my current situation to work out my anger for my ex-boyfriend just now. I didn't allow myself to think about the rest of the Cullens, either. I was so confused over all that happened today and had to work through that, I decided to write in my diary in order to get my thoughts sorted out. Grabbing my notebook and a pen from my bag I opened to the first empty page. Thinking before writing never helped me, so I just spilled my thoughts out on paper.

Gatlinburg, December 15th, 1934. Dear Diary, today all the work of the previous weeks came to an end as we moved to Gatlinburg. Though the scenery is beautiful, I didn't notice much as of now. I'm just so confused all of the time, I don't know what's happening. Although we just moved here, I already met a very nice guy. We only spoke twice, but he seems sincerely interested and very kind. My mother asked about him earlier today, but as I don't know what's happening, I couldn't answer her properly. I can't stop blushing when I'm around him, it only takes the slightest gestures or words to heat up my face. I would hope he hadn't noticed yet, but I think that hope is lost. And earlier today he was so sad when he thought I rejected him, all I wanted was to cheer him up again. I don't know what is happening just yet, but I hope I find out tonight at dinner. Now I just have to figure out what to wear… Hopefully tomorrow everything is clearer.

I closed my journal, sat it back down on the desk and looked out of the window. I only had one hour left until we needed to get to the McCarty's house. I didn't know what to wear just yet, but I thought it wouldn't make a difference, either. All the dresses I owned looked pretty much the same. I really wanted to make a good impression though, so I decided to ask my mother for help.

Just as I wanted to turn around, I noticed movement behind the window opposite mine. I squinted my eyes, willing for them to focus. That's when I saw Emmett standing behind the window, smiling straight at me and waving his hand furiously. I blushed deeply and waved back, quickly turning around towards my mother's room.

I knocked at her door, waiting for her to call me in. She opened the door for me, smiling brightly and stating "Sweety, I wondered how long you would take". She turned around and walked towards her dresser as I stood there, open mouthed, not comprehending what my mother wanted to tell me.

When she came back shortly after, I understood. She already knew I was asking her for help and picked our one of her dresses for me. "Belle, this dress is for you. I saw it a few weeks ago in a shop is Knoxville and thought there would be the perfect opportunity for you to wear it". My mother smiled at my brightly, handing me the dress. "Mama, thank you so much. The dress is lovely!" I squealed, hugging her tightly. She smiled back at me, happy I liked the dress. "You're welcome, sweety. Now please, head back to your room and get dressed, we are leaving in 30 minutes.

When I was back in my room I laid the dress out on the bed, flattening it with my palm. I marveled at the beautiful dress my mother had gifted me. It was made out of a thick, dark green fabric, had ¾ length arms and flowed to the mid of my calf. The top half was skin-tight, the skirt flared slightly to accentuate my hourglass figure. The dress had fine flowers and leaves that were stitched in the same dark green color all over it, making it even more beautiful. I loved everything about it, it was perfect for a dinner in the cold season.

I quickly picked out black stockings and got dressed. I took the upper part of my hair, pinning it up and decided to let the rest of my curls cascade down my back. As I saw my reflection in the full-length mirror I was astonished. I looked more mature, the dress highlighted my womanly figure perfectly. My hair shone beautifully and my slightly flushed cheeks complimented my look perfectly.

My thoughts were interrupted as I heard Louie call out for me. "Belle, come on. We have to leave if we don't want to be late". I stopped my musings and ran down the stairs quickly, put on my shoes and smiled at my mother in thanks. "Sweety, the dress looks perfect on you" she smiled warmly, giving me an approving nod. My father didn't comment as Louie rose an eyebrow. "Is there any particular reason you wanted to look good today, Belle?". I ignored him, too happy to retort and we left the house shortly after.