Chapter 1
I felt awfully cold.
I reached for my blanket, but instead, my hand came in contact with something solid. Something cold. Someone. I froze in fear; hand still on this person's chest.
'Oh, God! There's a stranger in my room! Maybe this is a dream… it must be a dream.'
I opened my eyes slightly, only for my fears to be confirmed. There, on my bed, lay a bronze haired man, who looked to be around seventeen. I quickly pulled my hand off his chest and attempted to get out of the bed, but was tripped by my sheets. I fell to the floor taking the alarm clock off the nightstand that was next to the bed with me. Wait, I didn't have an alarm clock next to my bed…
I struggled to my feet looking at my surroundings.
This wasn't my room. Purple bed sheets lay on the bed, where the stranger was still lying. Further looking led me to a wooden desk which had a sad looking, out-dated computer on it with school books that I had never seen before. A small closet, one door opened, one closed, a CD rack with few CD's, a small dresser, and a rocking chair, by the window. Nothing like my room.
"Bella, love?" the stranger questioned, standing.
I looked back to him. Was he talking to me? Did he think I was this Bella? Wait Bella… Bronze haired man? Oh the irony.
"Where am I? Who are you? And what am I doing with you?" I asked.
He looked at me confused.
"Your home, and you know who I am." He said frowning.
"This is not my home! And if I knew who you were, why would I be asking? You didn't answer my third question." I was starting to get angry.
His frown deepened, he actually looked a little hurt.
"Bella," he looked like he was about to argue, but stopped instead answering: "You're at Charlie's, Bella. Your father's. I'm Edward. Edward Cullen and you are with me because you fell asleep in my arms and I did not wish to disturb you. So I stayed."
I was stunned by his explanation. Was this some sort of sick joke? Did my mom plan this? I was going to yell at her for this…
"Okay real funny," I said putting my hands on my hips.
"I am not joking."
"Right. How much is my mom paying you?" I asked.
"Your mother is in Arizona… I think you should see Carlisle…" he said taking a step towards me.
"Do not touch me. Or so help me God-"
He raised an eyebrow in question.
"Just don't touch me."
He took another step towards me.
"No further," I stated, warning.
He didn't proceed.
"Good. Now I'm going to leave, and you won't follow me. Got it?"
"I think you should really come with me to-"
I cut him off.
"Come with you? Not hardly. I don't even know who you are Edward Cullen, and I certainly do not listen to strangers."
I walked over to the door and opened it, finding myself in a small hallway with two doors, one shut, and the other to a tiny bathroom. Just a coincidence. That's all. I rounded the corner and found some stairs. I walked down them, glancing back to see if he followed. Sure enough he did. I swung around facing him, halfway down the stairs.
"I thought I told you not to come!"
"I can't let you just walk away in this confused state. There's obviously something wrong."
"Something wrong? Of course there's something wrong. I wake up in some person's room with you by my side, and then, to make everything all the more interesting, your name is supposedly Edward Cullen! Seriously Edward Cullen? You expect me to believe that? You're insane."
I continued down the stairs and found myself facing a small living room, and kitchen with a table that was surrounded by mismatching chairs. I found the front door and fumbled with the lock on it, glancing up for a second into a mirror that hung on the wall. I screamed.
It wasn't me staring back. There was a girl, much older than me, with chocolate brown eyes and long brown hair that framed her heart-shaped face. Okay so this was extremely weird. Just to test and see if this wasn't some sort of trick, I reached my hand up to touch my face… or where my face should have been. The girl in the mirror copied my movements.
"Bella?"
I whirled around facing him.
"Stop calling me that!"
"Then what do you want me to call you? If not your name then what?"
"Bella is not my name-"
Wait. This could all be a dream. A very realistic one, but a dream none the less. Just to check…
I pinched my arm, letting out a tiny squeak.
"That hurt…"
"Why are you harming yourself now?" worry creeping into his voice.
"I needed to check and see if this is a dream. I mean its not every day you wake up with a stranger next to you, in a strange house, then find out that your not even yourself anymore!"
I glared at him. He wasn't helping at all, not that I expected him to…
"What do you mean not yourself?"
"I mean, why do I look like a seventeen year old! I'm only fourteen for God's sake!"
He seemed to be thinking this over.
"Then you mean to tell me, you're not my Bella?"
"I am most definitely not your Bella."
If he could pale anymore, he did.
"Please, come with me. I will not harm you. Honest. If you aren't Bella, yet you are in her body, we need to sort this out. What's your name?"
"Melanie. You don't need to know anything else. And where will I be going exactly?"
When I actually started to think this over, my fan girl side kicked in. Edward Cullen? Cold skin? Bella? Charlie? Arizona? Yes, this was too much to deny that this evidentially had something to do with the Twilight Saga. I mean how could it not?