Here is the first chapter. Thanks to Jayleen-Cullen-Whitlock-Hale., I have named the story "Subconscious Wants".

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It started in Eighth grade, and I remember it like it was yesterday.

Around the beginning of the school year, my grandma took us to California for the weekend because she had the weekend off, and we had enough money. She got us down there, planning on taking us to Knott's Berry Farm for the first time, but we got there too late.

So, instead she took us to the Chicken Dinner restaurant outside of the park, and then to the beach.

Before even entering the resteraunt, I got butterflies in my stomach, and my heart was almost literally dragging me down the sidewalk, to the Diner, telling me the entire way, this is it, Bella, this is the moment!

As we were seated, I noticed another family across the room. There were six of them, sitting around the table and having a great time. All except for the boy sitting on the edge of the table. He looked positively bored. His piercing green eyes caught mine, and I couldn't look away.

When he finally looked down was the only time that I was able to look away as well.

My sister asked me to go to the bathroom with her, and I did. When we went back to the table, the group from across the way was leaving. As I walked up the steps, the boy with the green eyes passed by me, and that was when I knew that he was special.

Our hands brushed each other in the lightest way, but I felt it as if it had burned me.

There wasn't a spark, or any of that crap, but there was something, a pull that I felt towards him. I instantly knew that we were something, and Fate was really out there, guiding us, leading us. Why it decided to show me this now, I had no clue.

I had never believed in soul mates or true love, of any of that before, but at that moment, I knew that it was and that this boy was mine… or would be, someday. I knew in my heart that this wasn't going to be the last time our paths crossed.

I wasn't able to sleep all that night. I couldn't stop thinking about him, and every time I did, my heart would just start whispering a name to me. Edward, Edward, Edward.

My sister kept telling me, "Oh, its fate, that's what it is!" And she was the only one who knew. I never told anybody else about him. That is, before that day, I think it was Monday, in science class.

I was doodling, trying to think up some new wedding dress design for my story, when it hit me, and I just froze up…

She wore a two-layered dress that had the neckline hang just below her shoulders, and round slightly at the chest. A simple white rose hung in the middle, with some of the silky fabric of the top layer bunched up under it, causing slight waves to erupt from the flower and travel down the length of the dress, and stop a few inches from the hem of the skirt, revealing some of the lacy layer hiding underneath. Just as it should be. The sleeves flared quite a bit, starting at the elbow, and traveling all the way down the dress' length.

The tiara perched upon her perfect mahogany hair was made of swirly golden bands and held two large white pearls –one on top and one underneath- in place. From the top pearl, the veil erupted down her back and stopped about halfway down the skirt of her dress in a nice rounded form. The part meant to cover her face traveled down the front, stopping –in little waves – about a fourth from where the back had ended, just about where the skirt began.

Her beautiful hair was simple. It hung loosely down her back in large curls, and stopped about half-way down her back. Her hazel eyes just glowed with happiness, and she brought the bouquet of violet and white roses up to her upturned nose for a second to smell them.

My line of sight abruptly shifted, and my breath caught in my throat. It was obviously the man from the restaurant, just older – maybe in his late twenties or early thirties—like the girl. His emerald eyes reflected her happiness, and he ran a hand through his messy bronze-ish colored hair. It looked like he had tried to contain it, but had failed miserably.

Finally she reached him, and he held his hand out. She looked over to her friend –the bridesmaid, obviously,- who looked a lot like Alice. The short black hair and the blue eyes. She gave her the thumbs up, and the girl nodded, turning back to the boy.

That's when it stopped, and I couldn't see anymore.

"Ahem." I looked up to see my best friend Alice standing over me. I looked over her shoulder, and saw everyone else getting up and leaving.

I shook my head, clearing my mind of all that I had just saw, and stood up. "Ready to go to Art?" I asked.

She laughed. "Finally! I thought you were going to go into, like, a coma or something! It was like you were possessed!"

I smiled and shook my head, this time in acknowledgement to her, and not lack thereof. "Nope, I'm absolutely fine." She nodded, but eyed me funny. She didn't believe me, that much was obvious. Alice was the supernatural type. You know, the kind of person who told you that the reason you have chills is because someone is walking on your future grave. She was already convinced that I was physic, so I knew that I was in a heap of trouble if I ever told her what I had just seen.

The walk to the art room was silent. Neither of us said a word. But when we actually got into the room and sat down, she became the most hyperactive person you know—the Alice that we all know and love.

"So, I walk talking to my Edward the last week, and he was so sweet, I don't know who we get along so well! Well, he is my cousin, just like you and Corbin and Taylor get along, I guess we're like that. We're going trick-or-treating with our family, and you can come so that you can finally meet him!"

I smiled at my friend. Edward was her cousin, and yes, I use the term 'WAS' on purpose. Alice's aunt and uncle were talking to me the other day while she was busy, and they told me that Edward had been in a tragic hit-and-run drunken driver accident, and didn't make it. (A/N: This Edward is NOT the same Edward as she saw in her vision. They are two totally different Edwards. Sorry for any confusion!) They planned to tell Alice that same day, but just couldn't. They were going to tell her tomorrow, though, since the funeral was in one week.

I smiled sadly, though she didn't notice; for she was too busy talking about Edward. I felt really bad about not telling her about it, and before I could stop it, what I saw in my little 'vision' slipped out—my vain attempt at keeping my mouth shut about Edward's death.

"You saw what?"

"A girl in a wedding dress?" It sounded more like a uestion. I chuckled, and she smiled.

""I knew it, I knew it, I just KNEW IT! MY BEST FRIEND IS PHSYIC!!" She clapped her hands, and everyone stopped making their Paper Mache monsters to look at us as if we were crazy. I sunk down further in my seat, and ripped a piece of newspaper off, using it to hide my face from the extra attention that I really didn't need right now.

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Yes, that is exactly how it went down. Only Brittany (This story's Alice) laughed at me, and said "Ha, told you you were physic!" But yes, everything that happens from the first chapter to, I think around the fifth chapter, has actually happened to me. The rest I make up 'cuz it fits in the story! That means yes, her cousin died in a freak accident, in which he was ran over by a drunk driver. Unfortunately, as her cousin Edward, he didn't make it. But, unlike Alice, she knows that he died, because it had happened many years prior.