So I'm going to try to make this chapter longer for you guys. Sorry about the seriously short first chapter but I was a little to anxious myself to get it out there!

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"So what is going on?" I asked, feeling more confused than I had in my entire life.

"Edward it's me, Bella." She said, too excited.

My eyes narrowed, "You can't be my Bella, I saw her….." the words stuck in my throat, "I watched her die almost a century ago…." I was staring out the window now, not allowing myself to look at the girl next to me.

"Edward…" she said and her hand instinctively went to my face to brush the hair out of my eyes, just like Bella would've done.

I jerked away quickly, "Please don't do that," I said through clenched teeth. I hadn't allowed anyone to touch me after Bella's death, not even to allow Esme to hug me when she had heard what had happened.

"Sorry," she sounded more timid this time. I glanced over at her to see her blushing again, and my fingers twitched, wanting to run my thumb over her cheek bones. I gripped the steering wheel impossibly tighter, disgusted by my body's reactions.

We sat like that in silence for a few more minutes. "I have dreams," she suddenly said. I stole a glance at her but she was staring out the side window with a faint smile on her lips, which I looked away quickly from as I felt the urge to lean in and kiss her. "They're always of you."

Questions swam through my head but I remained silent waiting for her to say more. She laughed slightly than, and it sounded like heaven to me, and I tried to keep my grip on the steering wheel. "Well not always of you," and a full smile was on her lips now, "sometimes of Alice pestering me to shop. Or Emmett making fun of me for my clumsiness. But, somehow you always show up sooner than later."

I was openly gaping at her now, too stunned to feel the desire to touch her in any possible way. "What do you dream about me?" I asked, dying to know the answer, allowing myself to believe in this obvious charade.

"Mmmm," she sighed as she leaned her head back against the headrest. "Well when I first started getting them you hated me. You were so mean, and I was so mad," my mind swam as she recalled my first events of meeting Bella, "but than….than you loved me." She was staring into my eyes now, the exact duplicates of Bella's. I swallowed hard, not needing the action but unsure of what to do. I felt the urge to react in someway, but she continued on distracting me, "They all come in small pieces you know. Sometimes repeats of previous dreams, but always with just a little more detail: Port Angeles, you saved me from those horrid men, dinner, the meadow, finding out you're a vampire." she glanced up cautiously at me than, but I was staring dumbfounded back at her.

Suddenly there was a rap on the window, and I saw Alice eyeing me suspiciously through the glass. "Hold on, let me talk to Alice," I said, not ready yet to let my duplicate go. She nodded and I slowly stepped out of the car, she waved to Alice but Alice only stared at her slightly confused.

That girl looks just like Bella she thought, and I rolled my eyes, that much was obvious. She knows us? It was more of a question than a statement. "Did you see any of this coming?" I asked anxious to get any insight Alice had. But she just shook her head, Well not really. I saw Bella again but I knew that wasn't possible. I thought I'd just been missing her again. She hung her head and I knew how hard losing her almost sister had been as well. "She knows about us," I told her quietly and Alice looked around me into the car at the duplicate. Like what? "Everything," I responded, "She said she has dreams each bringing back a new….memory. Do you think it's possible…?" but Alice only stared at me. I'll go ask Carlisle, bring her over later will you? I only nodded before climbing back into the car.

BPOV

I knew Edward was having a hard time believing me, but I also knew I had to convince him it was really me. When I first saw him in our same seat in biology it took everything in me from running to him and kissing him like I had so long ago. Of course he ignored me at first, and I knew he must be in pain knowing the anniversary of my death was coming up so soon.

"Is everything okay?" I asked as Edward stared straight ahead. His head turned slowly towards me as he stared.

"It just doesn't make sense," he whispered to himself, and I wasn't sure if I was intended to hear.

"I know it's hard to understand, but I'm not making any of this up." I said in a matter of fact manner.

"But you died, almost a hundred years ago. How can you be back? And be so perfect?" He asked, and my fingers twitched, desiring to run through his hair again.

I smiled at him, "I'm hardly perfect Edward. You never did see me quit right." He turned to stone again, still not quite sure of how to react to what I was telling him.

"No, you never saw yourself clearly," he whispered, and I saw his fingers twitch on the steering wheel and I knew he was trying to control his hands from touching me too. I took a deep breath turning my head towards the window again in an attempt to give him some time to think over what was going on. "When did you first start having the dreams?" He asked and I frowned a little.

"Well I don't remember anything of my childhood," I began, "all I remember is the dreams. Your touch, your laugh, that crooked smile that always dazzles me…" I smiled involuntarily again, "Alice dressing me up, Esme's hugs and caring, Carlisle tending to my constant bruises, basically anything to do with you and the Cullen's. It's almost like Alice before she was changed, she doesn't remember her life before." He was gaping at me than, and I felt awkward so I continued on, knowing I was blushing profusely, "The first thing I actually remember remember is when I first came to Forks. It was as if a shield had been lifted from my eyes. I knew you would be here, waiting for me…." His eyes were wide, but I didn't know what else to say now, "You're making me awfully uncomfortable," I whispered quickly.

"Sorry," he muttered before staring back out the windshield. "Do you remember…anything else?" and I suddenly knew what he wanted to hear.

"Yes, I remember everything. I remember you leaving me, I remember the pain, I remember you coming to see me right before I…." but he stopped me than with a loud sigh.

"It's just so hard to believe…to understand. It's been so many years, but now here you are, as if nothing ever happened. But how can I believe it's really you and not just an imposter?" I felt the frustration in his tone and tears pricked my eyes.

I couldn't take any more talking now so I turned my body fully towards him. "Look at me," I said, and he did, I could no longer control my body as my hand reached up to cup his cheek, he made a gasping noise and I knew if he could tears would be streaming down his face now. I moved closer to him willing him to believe I was the real thing.

He tried to pull away, but I could feel his resolve leaving him as my face neared his, I closed my eyes and my lips slightly parted as I neared his own statuesque lips, "You smell exactly the same," he whispered, making me stop right before our lips met. I looked at him, eyes closed as he was breathing in my scent. I smiled than, glad he at least couldn't deny that as I finally lunged at him.

My lips molded to his as I kissed him gently. He sighed heavily into my mouth but didn't attempt to pull away. My fingers lightly played in his hair as I felt my passion growing stronger, when suddenly he turned his head from mine. I leaned back staring at him, "Edward what's wrong?" I whispered, my voice failing to hide my obvious attraction to him.

He looked at me hurt flooding his eyes, "We need to go." he said before starting the car.