AN: I'mma apologize early for switching POVs so often this chapter. There were certain parts i wanted in one POV that overlapped with one that i wanted in another, so i needed to switch frequently!!!

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Chapter Three:

~Edward's POV

I sat down beside her, unable to speak or really conjure up a coherent thought. As soon as I'd looked up, my world stopped. Everything froze while my heart seemed to jumpstart. Those lips, those browns eyes and that brown hair. The girl Alice had seen in her vision, hugging her, had been Belle. And if that didn't seem possible, here she seemed to be, sitting next to me again. She had the same beautiful features, same slender figure, and the same knack for keeping me out of her thoughts.

I couldn't get a read on her mind. And, like before, her scent was so much more potent than anyone else in the room. It had the exact same blend of freesia to it. She was completely the same, but in a different setting. By some miracle I was getting a second chance.

Once I was finally able to put together a complete thought, I leaned towards her to greet her.

"Hello. I'm Edward Cullen. You are Belle, correct?" I asked, remembering that she hated being called by the long version.

I had loved her name, Annabelle, but had restrained from ever calling her that. It was the first time I had said that name in sixty-seven years. I hadn't even allowed myself to think it since that dark day. And, if I had said it any other time, it would have ripped me apart. Now it just filled me with the love I felt for her.

"Actually, it's Bella, short for Isabella. It's a legitimate mistake though," She laughed quietly. "It's nice to meet you Edward."

I liked how she said my name. She had said it with a buried version of adoration. I could tell she didn't really remember who I was, but could also see that the memories were trying to come back to her, whether I could read her mind or not.

She was Bella now. Huh, a smooth variation of Belle. It still fit her nicely though. Annabelle to Isabella. It was interesting. I had never given much thought to the course of reincarnation, but Bella was living, breathing proof that it was possible. I couldn't help thinking that some greater power had seen that we were ripped apart too early and had given us another chance.

"Well it's nice to meet you… Bella," I replied quietly.

I had exaggerated the new sound at the end of her name. It would take some time to get used to that, but I didn't care. Belle was in my life again whether she went by Belle or Bella. She still seemed to be the same person.
Unfortunately, we didn't get a chance to talk again during the class. Mr. Banner had thrown himself into the lecture and Bella needed to pay attention.

~Bella's POV

"…You are Belle, correct?" He asked.

Belle? I couldn't help laughing quietly. It was close to my name, and it didn't even click that he shouldn't know any part of my name right then. He had just moved here. I didn't care. There was still the strange familiarity radiating off of him.

"Actually, it's Bella, short for Isabella. It's a legitimate mistake though. It's nice to meet you Edward."

The way I said his name caught me off guard. It sounded like I had been saying it all of my life, and saying it with a distant loving edge. This was all so odd, but I couldn't deny that his name sounded…well… right, coming of my tongue. I couldn't explain it. It just was.

"It's nice to meet you… Bella." His stressing the 'a' at the end of my name wasn't lost on me, but I didn't give it much thought.

I was about to say something else, but I lost my train of thought when Mr. Banner started going over the functions of a Planarian's body parts. With a sigh I focused on my notes for the rest of the class.

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My hand was whipping across the pages of my notebook, trying to keep up with the lecture. I hated taking notes. It was a relief when the bell finally rang. Shaking my throbbing hand, I put my materials into my backpack and got up to leave.

Edward was at the door, leaning against the frame. When I met his gaze, his lips twisted into a stunning crooked smile. My heart skipped a few beats and then was threatening to burst from my chest. I was almost next to him when the toe of my right shoe caught the back of my left heel. I lurched forward; I'm sure, with a shocked look on my face. The floor was coming up to meet my face faster than I could think. But the next thing I knew, arms were around my waist, and my nose was an inch from the ground.

The next second, I was upright on my feet again, Edward's arm around me. I felt a flood of warmth rush to my cheeks. Oh God! I was such a klutz! And right there in front of Edward! I took a quick inventory, and saw that not even Mr. Banner was in the room. He must have gone into the storage room connected to the classroom. Thank God!

Looking back towards Edward, I glanced at his face as he smirked. More blood was called to duty in my cheeks. My face must have been tomato red! Noticing how close he was, I looked down to my waist where his arm was still coiled. He seemed to notice where I was looking and quickly withdrew his arm, but the smirk didn't leave his face. How was it that that smile had such a crazy effect on me, and still seemed familiar? It was all so confusing, and I would do everything in my power to figure out this draw I had to this beautiful person in front of me. We had barely had a conversation, and my heart already was pounding every time I took a glance at him.

Not being able to hold it in much longer, no doubt, Edward let out a small chuckle. "Are you all right Bella?"

I nodded, already walking towards the door. "Thanks for catching me," I replied softly.

He was at my side again, as we walked through the throng of students. He put a hand on my shoulder to stop me and turned me around. That crooked smile was still in place, and my heart stuttered again. I wanted to just fall into his arms and stay there. No. Wait. Where were theses feelings coming from?

~Edward's POV

She walked by me, thanking me for catching her. She was still the same clumsy girl I had known all those years ago, and I couldn't help giving out a low laugh. How anyone could have made this beautiful creature a klutzy mess, I didn't know. It must had have to been her Achilles' heel, because everything else about her seemed perfect.

Without a word, I followed her out the door. I was at her side in one stride as the others students moved around us. Lifting a hand, I rested it on her shoulder to stop her, and then spun her around. Her body gave a slight shiver at the cold touch, but her face didn't show that she had registered it. She just about fell forward at she turned. There was a dazed look in those deep chocolate irises.

"Bella. I was wondering if I could interest you in a dinner date this Friday? This way, I get to know someone from around here, and you get out of the house," I asked before I had a chance to think.

What was I doing? I couldn't eat. That would be the first clue that I was different. Did I want her to find out what I was? She had known previously. I'd have to think this out further once I got out of this sea of thoughts.

Bella smiled politely as she thought. After a few seconds she said, "That'd be nice. Dinner on Friday… at 8?"

I nodded my agreement. I was going to say something else, but a distinctly familiar thought pattern passed just then. Bella had to get to class, and the thoughts distracted me, so we didn't get to say anything else.

Who is she?

I turned to see a wisp on blonde hair passing me. Her face was confused, indifferent and stunned all at the same time. Rosalie glanced over to me, feeling my stare, and gave a questioning look. I just shook my head, and started walking toward my last class of the day. It looked as if this time around for school wouldn't be hell.

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Everyone was waiting for me by my car as I walked up. Fishing around in my pocket, I withdrew my key and unlocked the door. Emmett slide into the passenger's seat while Jasper, Rosalie and Alice piled into the back. I must have been smiling like an idiot because they were all silent, and I could feel their eyes on me as I backed out. We were halfway home when Emmett finally broke the silence, always the impatient one.

"Okay, what the hell is going on?" He asked in his boisterous booming voice.

He was turned in his seat so that his whole torso was facing me. I just shook my head. I wasn't going to talk about this with them until Carlisle and Esme were around too. I wanted to say it once, and I wanted to gauge everybody's reactions at the same time. This was going to come as shock to Rosalie, Emmett, Esme and Carlisle. Alice and Jasper hadn't met her ever, so it would be a different kind of shock for them.

~Bella's POV

As soon as I got home that day, I flew up to my room and began throwing together an outfit for Friday. Five days I had to wait, but I get to see him everyday in between. I was still confused. I felt a deep bond between us that should have taken years to develop and not just a couple of minutes. Falling for someone didn't happen like this. Maybe in movies or in books, but not real life. Well, actually, I wouldn't know. I'd never liked anyone before.

The air of familiarity and that bond, just thinking about it made me a little dizzy. I had stopped working through my closet and was standing in the middle of my room, frozen. Two things hit me out of nowhere: When he'd touched me, through my clothes I had felt his hand. They had been freezing cold. And when he caught me, he had to have moved really quickly. Before I could finish putting any of this together, it all slipped away. Without realizing it, I was going through my clothes again. Why did theses things keep slipping away? After few minutes, I had forgotten I'd even been thinking about that.

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That night, I dreamed of Edward Cullen:

Glowing lights were everywhere, above my head, on the walls around me and they seemed to be glistening off the marble floor as well. Along with the lights, there were people everywhere. They were talking and dancing. The scene kept changing views. One second I was looking at a marble staircase, the next I was looking out a window that took up a whole wall. I cold feel one of my hands encased in something cool, while my other hand rested on something with the same temperature. Something was hold onto my waist as well. Moving my face to look forward, I was met by a pair of dazzling topaz eyes and a crooked smile. Both of which belong to none other than Edward Cullen.

My dream self didn't seem startled, she seemed to have already known he was there. He was wearing an old fashioned suit made of a deep green that looked really good on him. Taking another glance around, I noticed that all of the men were wearing similar suits of different colors. The women all had on beautiful dresses that were from the same era as the men's suits. I looked down at myself, and I had the same style dress, but in a light blue.

It took a little while, but then I realized that, of course, Edward and I were dancing. That was why what I was looking at kept changing. This was odd though. I couldn't dance. Being a hazardous klutz sort of prevented that.

After a few more minutes of just moving perfectly in sync with Edward, and listening to the classical music, the perspective changed. Now I was looking at Edward and myself dance from the side. My dream self's skirt flowed as they danced flawlessly. They seemed so comfortable together, as if they'd danced and looked at each other that way a million times.

I knew for sure it was we of course. Besides the fact that I had been the girl in the blue dress a few seconds ago, she had my chocolate eyes, brown hair, and pale skin. The dream Edward had his distinguishing bronze hair. They seemed to go well together, except for the fact that his god-like beauty made me look painfully plain next to him.

The truly odd thing about the dream was that it didn't really feel like a dream. It felt more like a memory, though I know I'd never been in that room. Still, everything seemed familiar. All of this was really confusing and a little unnerving…

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