A/N: Chapter 2, just like I promised. Be gentle with my and my information on Europe through the rest of the story. I've never been out of North America. I should have sent them to Montreal or Quebec City, something that would have been easier on me

Bella POV

When he woke me from my reverie while waiting for our flight, he caught me completely off guard. I had been enjoying listening to the 'All American Rejects' on my iPod when I felt a gentle tapping on my shoulder.

"They're boarding now," he said politely, but I was staring at his intense green eyes. I blushed almost immediately when I found myself glaring at his bronze colored hair, which looked like it had just been through a wind tunnel. It was everywhere, but it was sexy. I nervously gathered my stuff into my bag and lined up to get on the flight.

It was only a few minutes later, when my seat mate, a larger man in a bright red shirt, stood and moved seats. Suddenly the hot guy from the waiting area was seated next to me and he wore the brightest smile I had ever seen.

"I'm Edward. Edward Cullen," he said as he offered me his hand. I didn't take it though. I was kind of weirded out that this guy had just changed seats from first class to come and sit beside me.

"Bella," I replied abruptly as I tried to find my iPod in my carryon baggage. I pulled it out and placed it gently on my lap, reaching the ear buds into my ears.

"You have to wait for the flight to take off before you can listen to your iPod," It was like taking a plane with my mother. I anticipated him handing me the safety brochure from the pouch in front of us so that he could remind me where all the exits were. He was sexy, but he was odd." Where are you headed?"

"I'm going to India. Where do you think I'm going?" I answered in frustration. He couldn't seem to take a hint could he?

"I hear it's nice there. Monkeys and cows line the streets. Very clean," Edward started to laugh at his own joke, and it was actually very cute. I smiled back at him involuntarily because the sound of his laugh made me do it. Damn sexy hair and cute laugh.

"Why did you leave first class to come sit beside me?"

"Why not? I was sitting alone and you were sitting with the kool-aid mascot and you looked uncomfortable, so I switched. Are you mad at me?" I wasn't sure what I was. He was behaving oddly, but at the same time, it was kind of endearing.

"It's fine. I'm just gonna let you know that if you start stalking me when we get off the plane, I will be calling Scotland Yard." I said with a big smile across my face. Charlie had quizzed me on the major police departments in almost every European country, and even though I had found it redundant when he explained everything, I hadn't thought I would need to refer to it so quickly.

"Scotland Yard? Really Bella? Just say the Police. I think Scotland Yard probably has more important things to do then hunt down a nineteen year old from Massachusetts who was talking to a girl on a plane. How about we call Interpol too? Or the U.N. this must be some sort of war crime right?" I laughed along with him for a moment and found myself wondering more things about him. He was from Massachusetts, but he didn't have a thick accent. I questioned how old he was, and where he was going to college, if he was going at all.

"Ok, well, not Scotland Yard then, but I would definitely call the police if you showed up at my hostel or anywhere else I was going," I said confidently, even though I had given up a little bit too much information on my current situation.

"So what brings you to London anyways?" he asked with a sly grin on his face. Even when he was smug, he was sexy.

"It's just a quick stop for me actually. I'm there for two days before I travel over to Paris and start to use my Eurorail pass. I'm travelling through Europe for the next two months before I head off to college in September." Damn it. There I go again revealing too much information for my own good. I just shook my head in frustration with myself, and gripped the arm rests of the plane as we started to take off.

"Here chew some gum," offered Edward sweetly as he handed me a piece of Wrigley's. "It always makes me feel better during take off." I grabbed the gum and forced it into my mouth, eagerly chewing on it so that I could relax a bit. "If you have problems flying, why are you going to Europe?" he laughed casually.

"I'm taking the train in Europe. Plus, I wasn't going to waste all my time getting to Europe by taking a boat or something. I can handle the flight. I travelled from Washington to New York with no problems," I said confidently.

"Washington D.C. or Washington State?" he asked curiously.

"Washington State. I flew in from Seattle. My parents live in a little town on the western side of the state. My dad's the police chief and my mom teaches kindergarten." I sighed for a moment as I let myself recall my parents. It had only been about eight hours since I left them in front of the Sea-Tac airport, but I missed them already.

"Sounds so… all American," laughed Edward as I told him about my family.

"Thanks for belittling my existence," I snapped as I put my ear buds in and turned on my iPod. He reached his hands up and pulled my headphones out quickly.

"I told you that you can't listen to your music yet," he said in frustration. "And I didn't mean to belittle you or your family. It just sounds too good to be true. You probably have a dog, a cat and live in a house with a white picket fence, right?"

"Close," I laughed angrily as I realized he really had guessed correctly about my family. "My dog is a German Shepherd, but he's more of a police dog than a regular dog. The cat died a few weeks ago when it got run over by my best friends' boyfriend, but the white picket fence is there." Edward just nodded his head smugly. He was really pleased with himself that he was able to pinpoint my family so easily. "So, what's your story?"

"I was adopted by a gang of wolves when I was little and raised in the jungle," he started before I looked at him in frustration. "Well, it was close." He laughed. "I'm one of those privileged rich kids whose parents were barely around and when they were around, they didn't care. I got everything handed to me on a silver platter, but I never wanted any of it. I'm kind of the black sheep in my family. No one really approves of me traveling through Europe this summer, because they all thought I would want to be in the Hamptons with them, attending debutante balls and doing coke."

I tried to smile, but it was really forced. Edward was a lot more complicated than I gave him credit for. He smiled back at me and I could tell he hoped that I wasn't thinking badly of him. "No wonder you tell people you were raised by wolves," I joked amiably.

"It's not all bad. I drive a sweet car, I don't have a curfew and all my friends are rich, but it's not the life I would have chosen for myself," said Edward with an inflection of sadness to his words.

"What would you choose?"

"Something easier. I'm the middle child and my older brother and younger sister can do no wrong. It feels odd to me what no matter what I do, it's never seems good enough for my parents. I got accepted into every college I applied, but in my grandfather's eyes there was only one choice, Yale."

"You're going to Yale?" I asked, sounding a bit too surprised.

"I didn't say that. I said I got into Yale and my grandfather wanted me to go there. I'm one of those stupid legacy things. The last nine Cullen's have graduated from Yale, and it is just assumed that I would be number ten. My dad wants me to be a doctor like him, and I can't even stand the sight of blood, so it's a moot point."

"What are you going to do? Are you even going to college?" I asked curiously. Ever since he started discussing his family, I had gotten more interested in Edward. He was certainly not the stalker I had pegged him for when he first switched seats and sat beside me.

"I'm going to study music at NYU." My mouth kind of dropped open. He was going to end up in New York City at the end of this trip, just like I would. I didn't tell him that though. "What are you doing in the fall?

"I'm going to Northwestern." Sure, I was going to Chicago. Anywhere other than New York. I don't know why I felt the intense need to hide my future plans with Edward, but I did. "I'm taking Art History."

"Ladies and Gentlemen, the pilot has just turned off the seatbelt sign, so you are now free to roam around the cabin. We do request that you have your seat belt on at all times when you are seated. If you have any electronic devices such as laptops or DVD or CD players, you are welcome to turn them on now," said the pleasant voice of our stewardess as she stood at the front of the cabin.

"You can listen to your iPod now," said Edward, looking slightly resigned to the fact that I wanted to listen to my music. I wrapped my ear buds around my iPod and shoved it back into my bag.

"Talking to you is a little better than my music right now," I said happily. Edward offered up a huge smile and we eased happily into our conversation.

Edward POV

She actually chose talking to me over listening to her music. This was a good thing. I wanted desperately to get off the conversation which currently surrounded my family and college, so I started to discuss something she seemed interested in.

"So, what were you listening to?" I asked curiously as I pointed to her iPod she had just put away into her carryon bag.

"It was the 'All American Rejects' when you interrupted me in the airport," she remarked casually.

"Meh, they're alright." I answered quickly. Bella just shrugged her shoulders, apparently not caring about my opinion of music. "What else do you like?"

"I like long walks on the beach, movies starring Kate Hudson and Sandra Bullock, long soft kisses and guys who fidget nervously when girls talk about kissing," she said with a sly grin.

"I meant what kind of music do you like?" I asked again. Although, she had caught me when I started to pull on the ends of my shirt sleeves when she mentioned the kissing.

"I was kidding anyways. I'm actually not a fan of any of that. Well, maybe the kissing, but that's beside the point," she stammered cutely. "I listen to everything, except electronica and dance. I have to draw the line somewhere."

"Well, that sounds logical," I joked as I told her a bit more about my musical tastes. We talked quietly for almost an hour about all things music. I told her how I could play piano and guitar and she actually perked up when I mentioned this. I wanted to ask her if she wanted to spend a few days with me in London, but that was definitely bordering on creepy. We were spending the entire summer doing the exact same thing, why not do it together?

"So, why are you traveling alone? Aren't you a bit young?" I asked nervously, hoping to get some additional information from her.

"I was supposed to travel with my best friend Angela. Her dad is sick though, so she cancelled. I couldn't bear not to come on the trip, so here I am. My parents didn't exactly approve of me doing this without her, but I'll be fine. Plus, how young do you think I am?" she snapped in disappointment. I just looked at her feeling confused and remorseful for implying she was young. "I'm eighteen, and you can't be much older than me."

"I'm not. I'm nineteen," I admitted with a slight grin. She smiled pleasantly and ran her fingers through her ponytail again. She was nervous for some reason and running her hands through her hair was how she dealt with her awkwardness. "So, what are you going to do in London?"

"I'm going to wander the streets, take photos, visit as many art galleries as I can." She answered, her voice teeming with excitement. "In two days I'm gonna take the train to Paris, where I will head somewhere, anywhere with my rail pass. I'm just kinda flying by the seat of my pants. I haven't decided where I want to go to first. Maybe Greece or Portugal. I've practiced Italian, so maybe I'll go to Rome."

It was adorable watching Bella talk about her trip with such enthusiasm. It made me feel more excited about my travels, even though they would probably pale in comparison to hers. She wanted to experience every little thing that Europe had to offer and I was just running away from my family. Bella talked about seeing the Parthenon and the Coliseum. She mentioned how much she always dreamed of floating in a gondola down the canals in Venice and how she wanted to walk along a beach in Portugal. As I sat beside her, forcing the airplane dinner down my throat, I choked slightly.

"Are you okay?" she asked sweetly as she grabbed my arm. I looked down at stared at us, where her hand met my forearm. I suddenly realized that I wanted to experience everything she was discussing, but I wanted to do it with her. What the fuck was I going to do?

"Yeah. I'm fine. So where are you going tomorrow?" I asked, trying to sound as casual as possible while I plotted a way to run into her wherever the hell she was going. I spent the last hour of the flight quietly trying to figure out how to keep Bella in my orbit for the next two months.

"I think I'm going to the National Gallery. What about you?" I scanned my brain trying to think of somewhere in London that I could claim I was going to.

"Buckingham Palace," I lied confidently. Bella just nodded her head and smiled at me as we listened to the pilot inform us that we were about to descend into Heathrow. Local time was seven in the evening. "Thanks for making the flight a little more bearable."

"Yeah, it was nice," said Bella as she ran her hand through her hair again. She was as nervous as I was. She didn't want us to go our separate ways either, or so I was busy convincing myself. We walked casually together to the baggage claim and I watched in awe as she picked up a huge red bag with a Canadian Flag on it. If I ever saw her again, I was definitely going to ask about the flag. She threw the bag over her shoulder with ease and turned around, giving me a quick wave, before she headed away from me.

I would be at the National Gallery all day tomorrow if I had to. I would wait for her and convince her to let me follow her around Europe. I would tell her that I wanted to see everything she did, even if some of it was a lie. I suddenly felt like I was turning into some creepy stalker but I couldn't help it. She intrigued me and made me laugh. She had a sense of enthusiasm and raw innocence I had never seen in anyone in my entire. I was going to travel around Europe with her, whether she liked it or not.