Of course, all of the good stuff belongs to Stephenie Meyer. She is so generous to let us play with her characters!

I had a grand plan for what I wanted this to be, but I've strayed from it so much already that I've pretty much thrown it out of the window. I am now flying by the seat of my pants… and whatever is playing on my iTunes. Both of which are scary. Any ideas? Please share!

And, I have to thank my very wonderful friend Gaelyn for being my beta on this. She rocks!

Chapter 5—Heaven Forbid

Heaven forbid you end up alone and don't know why
Hold on tight wait for tomorrow, you'll be alright
The Fray—Heaven Forbid

Edward's POV

"Edward, what are you doing? You keep looking over your shoulder like you're looking for someone," Rosalie said. I guess I wasn't being as inconspicuous as I thought.

"Nothing! I thought I saw someone and I guess I didn't."

I tried really hard not to keep looking for her throughout the rest of the game, but I found myself glancing behind me every few plays. The pixie haired girl was still standing there but her friend never came back.

We ended up winning the game. After the fumble recovery touchdown, we pulled away and the other team couldn't catch up. As soon as Emmett saw this was happening, he wanted to leave. Rosalie's feet were hurting from wearing heels and I couldn't think of a good reason to stay, so we left.

She was all I could think about on the way home. Luckily, Emmett was dissecting every play we saw of the game. All I had to do was give him a "yeah" when he looked in the rear view mirror at me.

I couldn't understand why I was so stuck on her. When we got home, I went straight to my room and picked up m guitar. I started plucking on the strings, not really making any music, just some thinking noise.

There was a soft knock on my door before it opened. It was Rosalie.

"If you want to tell me what happened tonight, you can. Normally you would have been jabbering away with Emmett about the game and you hardly said a word. Are you okay?"

I don't know what made me decide to tell her, but I did. Rosalie usually doesn't show any interest in anything but herself; the fact that she even noticed that something wasn't right was huge.

"Rose, I know this sounds crazy." I sighed letting out a breath I didn't even know I'd been holding. "Have you ever seen someone and just knew you knew them? Even though you've never seen them before? I mean, really knew them?" I was nervous and it was showing. Rosalie looked pointedly at my lap. I was wringing my hands without knowing it. I forced myself to stop.

Rosalie is good for one thing—the truth. She will tell you what she thinks.

"I know exactly what you mean." She let out a little laugh. "Do you remember when Emmett and I met?"

I nodded. "But you've never told me the whole story. I just know you met at a party."

"You're right about that much. But there was a lot more to it than that. You know my ex boyfriend, Royce?" I nodded again. "Okay, I was at a party with Royce right before we broke up. I didn't even want to go, but it was a big deal to him. I knew he was messing around with that girl who was in his history class, but I hadn't confronted him about it yet. I knew I shouldn't be with him anymore, but I guess I had some irrational fear that I would never meet anyone else.

"He paraded me around for a while when we first got there, but soon his buddies were calling him up to the bar and I was left alone. I didn't know a lot of people at this party, so I ended up on the front porch in a rocking chair, just sitting and thinking about how much Royce had changed since we started dating.

"I heard shouting coming from the inside of the house and got up to see what was going on, but before I could open the door, Royce was being thrown—literally thrown—out into the yard. A voice inside was yelling something about keeping his hands off of his friend's women.

"Royce saw me standing on the porch looking at him, got up and walked over to me. He started screaming in my face about how I was a worthless girlfriend because I hadn't jumped to his defense. I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could, he had slapped me. I was shocked. He had never hit me before.

"I must not have realized that other people could hear him yelling at me. Before Royce could bring his arm back up to slap me again, he was tackled and thrown into the yard, again. The guy that tackled him punched him in the face and walked away for a few yards before turning back. I hadn't moved from where I was standing on the porch. I was embarrassed that Royce had hit me and caused such a scene. It was Emmett who tackled him. He saw me standing there, frozen. Once he looked at me, I knew he wasn't as tough as he seemed; his eyes said it all. He was the one who threw him out the first time, too."

She paused, smiling at the memory that came next. "I knew the minute he looked at me that he would never hurt a woman like Royce had hurt me. And Royce hurt me on so many levels. I had to know this man. I guess the thought the same thing because he came up to me and grabbed me in this huge bear hug and told not to worry about anything; he would never let me go. Emmett swears he said he would get me home. I know what he said though and I knew it was truest thing that had ever been said to me in my life."

She looked at me. "Not a lot of people know that story. Emmett is the kindest, gentlest, most caring person I've ever met. And I knew after that night I could never be without him. It took me some time to really open up and trust him because of all of everything Royce put me through, but Emmett was really patient. I didn't think I was worth anything after Royce, but Emmett convinced me otherwise."

"Aw, babe, I didn't know you liked me that much!" Emmett had snuck into the room while Rosalie was telling her story. Neither one of us noticed. He came and sat with her on my bed, snuggling her into him. "And, I did tell you I'd get you home. But your version sounds good now, too."

"You know I love you, you big bear." She was back to normal old Rosalie now. "Now, what does that have to do with tonight?" I'd forgotten all about the girl while listening to Rose's story. No wonder she was a little over protective of Emmett. I couldn't believe Royce did that to Rosalie.

"Rose, I had no idea. I'm so sorry. I'm glad you found Emmett when you did, though."

"If I ever see that piece of shit, I will seriously hurt him for ever laying a finger on my woman." Emmett cracked his knuckles to prove his point.

Rose swatted him. "Don't worry about it, Edward. It happened, it's in the past, and I'm over it. Emmett might not be, though. I know I got the much better end of the deal." She grinned at Emmett mischievously. She turned back to me. "Now tell me about tonight."

"I don't even know how to describe what happened. I turned around to check the replay, and saw this girl. I mean, she was the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. She almost fell off the bench she was standing on, but she had this aura about her, like she just radiated goodness." I shook my head. "I don't know. I can't explain it. When she looked at me, I thought I'd been struck by lightning. It was instant. In that second, I felt like I'd known her for forever. Almost like she was a friend I hadn't seen in years. I don't know if she felt it too or not, but she did look at me again and the feeling was worse. I had to be near her. That's when we scored off the fumble. When I turned back around, she was gone."

Emmett's mouth was hanging open. Rosalie reached over and shut it for him, a small smile on her lips. Emmett finally found words. "Dude, you never talk about girls this way. What happened to you?"

"That's what I'm telling you, I don't know. It just happened." I suddenly frowned, remembering who caught her when she fell. "She was there with some tall guy."

"I can beat him up for you!" Got to love Emmett at times like these.

"Yeah, but you'd have to find her first, right, Edward?" Rosalie pointed out the obvious. "You are going to look for her, aren't you?"

"Where do I start? The school is huge. I don't know anything about her." I was overwhelmed at the thought of trying to single her out in a school as large as ours.

"You never know. Maybe she's been in a class with you and you haven't noticed her before this? Just start watching for her. You'll find her. If the connection was that strong for you, I'm sure she felt it, too." Rose said this with such conviction, I almost believed her. I really wanted to believe her.

"If she would have had a class with me, I would have known it. I couldn't not notice her."

"Well, worrying over it tonight isn't going to do a thing." She stood up. "Come on, Emmett, let's leave Prince Charming alone so he can get his beauty rest." She pulled him up. "It's still early." She winked at him and sashayed out of the room. Emmett's eyes followed her out.

"Emmett, guy to guy, am I crazy for feeling this way?"

He had to pull his eyes away from the doorway to answer me. "Nah, I mean, I knew I would never be the same the night Rose and I met. Sometimes you just know these things." I opened my mouth to ask him how he knew, but he interrupted me. "Don't be holding me up. I have something to attend to and it has long legs and blonde hair." He practically ran out of my room after Rosalie.

I sat there, wondering if I would ever find someone who fit me as perfectly as Emmet and Rosalie fit each other. I picked back up my guitar and started putting together some chords hoping it would ease some of the tension in my body. It was going to be a long night.

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