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As we shut the doors of the giant red Jeep and started walking towards the house, I knew I was about to get it.

Emmett had held off on what I was sure was going to be relentless teasing and extensive questioning all day, as we'd always been with people - I'd stuck by Bella, and the girls she'd come with, Jessica and Angela had stuck with her (although Angela had tried, to no avail, to give us some space) and then Emmett had stuck with both of us. We'd both been very sparing in our explanations of how we knew each other, so, as I said, Emmett was very curious, and as we were now alone, having just dropped off Bella, whom I'd convinced Emmett to give ride to and from school, at her house, I knew I was about to get it. The majority of my mind, though, was still on Bella. We'd had almost no time to talk that day, and I still had so much to say to her.

I knew that would have to wait, though, as Esme opened the door, beaming at both of us. "Edward, Emmett! How was the first day?"

Emmett shrugged. "Fine." Then he turned to grin wickedly at me before addressing his mother again. Oh no. Not in front of Esme, please. "Edward's got a girlfriend."

Her face registered mild surprise. "Really?"

Uh-oh. "Yeah, well, we knew each other a while ago. . before my parents died. But we lost touch. . ."

Esme still seemed rather disbelieving. "And now she's your girlfriend?"

"Well, not exactly girlfriend . . ." more like other half, soulmate. The one who saved me.

Emmett looked at me. "Oh, I would say girlfriend. Or do you just-"

I whacked Emmett's shoulder. "Shut up!" Then I ran past him into the house, up the stairs.

"Oh man, Edward, you're going to get it now!"

"Boys!" came Esme's half-amused reprimand up the stairs.


After some bickering and teasing with Emmett that would probably have turned into a wrestling match if I'd let it (but then again, as I'd discovered, Emmett will turn anything into a wrestling match if you'll let him), and then some slightly awkward dinner conversation during which I sidestepped questions about my "girlfriend", I was now in my room, with nothing to do. I was all ready for school in the morning, and it was only about 8:30 PM.

I had to talk to Bella, there was no way around it. Sure, I would see her tomorrow, but if today was any indication, we wouldn't have much time to talk, and I needed to really talk to her. I had important things to say.

I briefly considered looking up her phone number on the internet (I was also, slowly, in my spare time, teaching myself how to use a computer), but quickly rejected the idea. I needed to really see her.

As luck would have it, I was actually familiar with the neighborhood around the Cullens house, and it wasn't that far from Bella's. There was a tree outside my window that would allow me to get in and out, and I knew Esme was trying to give me space as I adjusted, so she was unlikely to try and check on me. I put on some music, so it wouldn't be obvious from the lack of noise that I wasn't home, then climbed out my window.

I walked the familiar streets between my new and old houses, but thinking only of what lay ahead. It was only once I was actually across the street from Bella's house that I realized I hadn't actually made a plan as to how I was actually going to get in to see her. The old "throwing stones at the window" trick? Did that actually work in real life? Then I remembered, and noticed, the small apple tree by the porch, around the side of the house.

Several minutes, bruises, and small falls later, I was edging along the roof of the porch, level with the second story windows, with the one shuttered window as my target. I finally reached it, and although it took a bit of pulling, I got the shutters open and made a very un-graceful entrance into the room. I could only hope that Bella was the only one upstairs, if she even was.

My luck held as, several seconds later, I saw her face edging cautiously around the door, and mine, in response, broke into a wide grin. When she saw it was me, she hurled herself into the room, grabbing me in a bone-crushing hug. Well, that was a nice welcome.

But she quickly pulled away, and I was worried for a brief second, until I realized that it was so she could jump into the questions that she must have wanted to ask as much as I wanted to answer. "How did you get here?"

I grinned at her, for some reason wanting to play with her a bit before I gave her my answers "The window," I pointed over my shoulder.

She rolled her eyes, but I could tell she was fighting a smile. She took my hand, pulling me off my seat on the windowsill (where I'd relocated to after my entrance had dumped me on the floor), and took a seat beside me on the window seat. How many times I'd wanted to join her in this exact spot while I couldn't, and had to content myself with watching her. I could have just sat there, looking at her, for an eternity, but, of course, she needed her answers.

"I figured that one out on my own," she continued, "But I meant here, in Chicago, in 2004! I thought you said you were going. . ." she gestured towards the ceiling "you know, up."

"Not "up"," I corrected her. "On. Of course, that usually does mean "up", I've found out. But apparently, sometimes, if a person has been really good, above and beyond the normal, they are given a reward beyond just that of passing through the pearly gates. So here I am."

"Really?" She asked? It looked like she was having trouble wrapping her head around the concept. I didn't blame her. "well, it makes sense. No one is more deserving of a reward than you. Although I hardly am one."

"Oh no," I corrected her again. Me, deserving of a reward? What had I ever done? "It's not me who gets the reward. Although you certainly are one. That was just a lucky coincidence for me. No, I believe your good deed, officially, is called "helping a wandering spirit to find peace." he smiled at me. "But I like to think of it as "you saved me.""

She seemed to like the sound of that. She leaned back, resting her head against my chest. "Really?" she asked, looking up at me.

"Most definitely," I replied, leaning down to kiss her forehead. How could she ever doubt it?

We spent a happy hour or so, almost, just sitting there, talking. We talked about our silly fears, how she had, somehow, come to the conclusion that it was only my past self who loved her, and not me, and how I had thought the opposite, that she loved only him. I also filled her in on my new life. It seemed perfect, just sitting there with her, but I knew I had to get back, so we said our goodnights, and I slipped back out the window.


The next morning, I still couldn't wait to get to Bella's house, even after having seen her less than twelve hours earlier. Emmett made a fuss about having to pick her up too, but I could tell he didn't really mind. actually, I had the feeling he was kind of impressed by my relationship with Bella. After all, he didn't really have any proof that I'd actually known her before yesterday. For all he knew, I'd just walked up to her and started kissing her.

When we got to the white house, I jumped out before Emmett could beep the horn, running up the steps to ring the doorbell. Following a faint pattering of footsteps on the stairs, the door was thrown open. "Isabella," I savored the sound of her full name before kissing her fingers in what seemed to be my signature gesture, then swiftly pecking her lips. "You look lovely today. Of course, you always do, but today you are especially lovely." And she did, rosy-cheeked and smiling.

She laughed, a tinkling of bells, and I led her over to the giant jeep, where Emmet was sitting, rolling his eyes. "You're looking pretty fine yourself," she told me, and so I took her in my arms again, kissing her right in front of my new "brother", who sat in the driver's seat, pretending to gag. Then he beeped the horn.

"C'mon, lovebirds!"


Once we got to the school, I walked her to her locker, kissing her once more before heading off to my locker, secure in the knowledge that I would see her second period. "See you in Trigonometry,"

She grabbed my hand, keeping me there as she leaned forward to whisper in my ear "Trig, Edward, call it Trig."

"Oh. I guess I've still got a bit to learn about the twenty-first century." I admitted.

"Mm-hm," She agreed, "but I can teach you" she offered, kissing my cheek. I liked the idea of that. "See you second period."


The morning went by quickly, and soon we were walking into the cafeteria together for lunch.

The only sour note in the day occurred when the tall, blonde girl that Emmett wouldn't admit he liked; Rosalie Hale, approached us as we entered the cafeteria. "You know," she said as she walked up to me, smiling sugary-sweet and completely fake "You have better options than her." She jabbed a finger at Bella.

"Excuse me?"

"I mean you don't need to resort to Isabella." She shot Bella a look that clearly showed her opinion of her. "For example, I'm free right now. And you're way out of her league."

"I think it's up to me to decide whose league I'm in, thanks," I corrected her. The nerve! "Besides," I added, making a show of taking in her appearance, from her overly made-up face to her long, blond hair. "I prefer brunettes." And I turned, kissing Bella on the mouth with my back to the atrocious Rosalie girl.

My first real day in a twentieth-century high-school had certainly been eventful, and showed me that I had a lot to learn. But I knew I had a willing teacher, so everything would be fine. Considerably more than fine, actually.


AN: Well, there you go, I hope it didn't disappoint! We get some sort of extended verions of scenes from the BPOV epilogue, and lots of sweet E/B moments. :) I hope you enjoyed!! :D So, please, please, check out the sequel that should be up Sunday latest, and, in the meantime, rrrrrrrrreview!

Of course, thank you all for reading this story! I appreciate your support, I really do. :)

-Hannah