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Bold = Edward

Italic (last sentence) = Bella

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Maybe just Edward. *whistles*

Thanks to my beta, Sunray16.

*So bizarre*

BPOV

"Alice, you need to see this," I said, as I walked into the store. She was talking to a girl when I burst in and she looked at me, confused. I gave her the letter and showed her the date. "What do you think that is?"

"2007?" she raised her eyebrows, surprised. "I think it's a mistake, Bella. We're in 2009."

"I know, smartass. It's just that...don't you think that's a little...strange?"

Alice pursed her lips, thinking. "But what about... this letter was sent two years ago, it got lost and now it has finally reached its destination," she said and I laughed.

"You really think that, don't you?"

"Why not? That seems to be a good answer to me," she shrugged, smiling cheekily. "Besides, why are you so anxious about this? It's just a bill, Bella."

I sighed, running my hand through my long, brown hair. "I know. You're right. I shouldn't get so worked up about this. Sorry, I guess I'm paranoid now."

She laughed. "First klutz, now paranoid. Great, the whole package." she teased me as I glared at her. "Just kidding. You know I'm just as paranoid as you are." she batted her eyelashes innocently and I just had to laugh.

"True," I sighed. "See you later, ok?" I smiled and kissed her cheek.

"Tonight, I'm going out with Jasper," she winked at me, throwing me a meaningful smile.

My eyes grew wide as I realized what she was referring to. "Do you think..." I trailed off and she nodded.

"Yep. I think so. He's been so nervous these days that it makes me suspicious. Who knows? Maybe tomorrow, I'll be engaged," she squealed and I wiggled my eyebrows.

"Good luck with that. Although, I don't think you need it. You seem pretty convinced."

"I am," she declared. "Bye, Bells. Call you as soon as I 'get' the information," she bit her lip excitedly and I exited the store, still giggling. A few passersby threw me funny looks, but I ignored them and tried to get home as soon as possible.

Alice was right. I was paranoid, over-thinking stuff. It's just a bill, for God's sake, not something extremely weird. Get a grip, Bella, I thought, as I shook mu head.

As soon as I got home, I looked down, searching for any signs of a letter. None. Thank God. I opened the door, ate, showered, changed into my pajamas and slept. The usual.

Next morning, I was assaulted by text messages, phone calls, and a lot of screams. "He proposed, Bella! Come on, wake up. You need to scream with me. I feel like exploding!" she bounced on my bed and my head snapped towards her.

Damn the moment I decided to give her the key to my apartment.

"Bella, I'm engaged! Told you, told you! He proposed last night. He was so sweet; he gave me roses and we drank champagne. Look, isn't it gorgeous?" she squealed, showing me her engagement ring. I rubbed my eyes, blinking a few times, and then looked at her left hand.

The ring was made of white gold, not very sophisticated, but not simple either, and had a beautiful diamond attached to it. Like she said, gorgeous.

"It's absolutely breathtaking." I whispered.

"I love him so much. I can't believe I'm getting married. Finally! It's about damn time," she squealed again.

"You're only 24 years old, Alice," I pointed out, still sleepy, but she shrugged.

"I know, but we've been together for two years," there was a strange spark in her eyes. "We know each other pretty well, actually," she giggled.

I shuddered. "No bedroom details for me, thank you. I still want to eat breakfast."

She pursed her lips and looked at me expectantly. "Bella?" she asked and I raised my eyebrows. "Have you considered becoming a nun?"

I scoffed loudly and got out of bed, walking toward the bathroom. "We're so not going to have this discussion."

She groaned. "Oh, but we need to. Bella, I need to teach you some things - like flirting, for example."

"I'm going to take a shower," I immediately changed the subject.

"Don't change the subject, Missy! You know we're going to talk about it anyways, so please hurry up," she crossed her arms defiantly and I looked at her, shocked.

"My love life is my love life."

"Or lack of it," she shrugged.

"Whatever," I huffed and closed the door, turning on the water and stripping off my clothes.

She can be so pushy sometimes. I don't understand her. I don't want to talk about it. Yes, she's my best friend, and yes, she's more than that, she's my sister.

But I'm too embarrassed when it comes to this. I had a few boyfriends in high school and one in college, but nothing more than that. Now they're just acquaintances. I've never called them since then and I don't think they even remember me now.

Since then, there was not even one guy able to make my heart pound loudly in my chest. I had never been in love before. I don't even know how Alice or Jasper must feel when they see each other. I'd seen the looks on their faces, but I still couldn't comprehend them.

After thirty minutes or so, Alice got tired of waiting and knocked anxiously on the door. "You alive, Bella? If I do remember right, I told you to hurry up," she screamed and I sighed in frustration.

"In a sec," I yelled back and she seemed to shut up.

I turned off the water, wrapped a towel around my body, and entered the bedroom. Alice was sitting on the bed, staring at her new ring. I took a pair of jeans and a shirt from my wardrobe and walked back inside to change.

After I ate breakfast, she started. "So, do you want to talk about it?"

I rolled my eyes. "Nope."

"Why not?" she sighed.

"Because," I hissed.

"Because what? Bella, I know you hate talking about it, although that won't stop me, but we need to. I mean, look at you."

"What about me?" I frowned.

"You eyes are off, they never sparkle. There's no light in them, although you have very deep, beautiful eyes, Bella."

I rolled my eyes. "Sorry, I don't have a switch to turn on my eyes," I said sarcastically.

"Don't make fun of me. I'm serious, she glowered.

"I am too. Like I said, my love life is my love life. So, drop it," I sighed.

"I'm just trying to help you. I hate seeing you so alone," she pouted. "There must be someone for you. I'm sure. You just have to wait. You'll see. He'll be your knight in shining armor."

I laughed. "Right."

Two weeks later... Alice and Jasper were trying to set a date for their wedding, while I was mostly at the library, reading or writing.

Then, it happened again. Not one, but two letters. And this time they weren't bills. And all of them had the same year written on them.

2007.

I opened the first one.

Dear Edward,

We're very happy to hear you've finally found a cute apartment and that Emmett is there with you. We miss you so much. Since you left London, this place hasn't been the same without you, but it's your choice and we support you. Don't worry, your father tends to overreact, but he's just as happy as I am that you moved to New York.

We also have great news. Carlisle got hired at the hospital. All of the staff fell in love with him. And I truly understand them. Oh, your dad just blushed.

Write us back as soon as possible, Edward.

Love you,

Your parents

London? New York? What?

So let me get this straight. Edward was born in London or grew up there and when he was old enough, he moved with this Emmett guy to New York. His father – I think it's Carlisle – is a doctor and his mother.... well, I don't know anything about her. I noticed a huge bond between the three of them, especially between his parents.

I decided not to read the next one. I was already too worked up about this and I just promised not to get involved.

I dropped the letters in one of my drawers and ran in the kitchen for a snack.

EPOV

"Ghosts, you say?" I asked rhetorically, as I raised my eyebrows at Emmett.

I opened the drawer where two letters stayed peacefully between my clothes. I hadn't even touched them before Emmett came here. I needed him to believe me. They appeared out of the blue and I don't know from where.

"What about these?" he frowned, grabbing them. "They are yours."

"I know that, but I don't know how they got in there. I don't even remember seeing them before," I ran my fingers through my messy hair and Emmett pursed his lips. "What? You think I put them in there?" I asked irritated.

"No, no... I don't get it."

"Someone is messing around with my nerves," I shook my head in annoyance, "and I'm starting to feel pissed."

Emmett stayed silent, thinking and over-thinking. I stared at him, confused.

"Emmett?"

"Give me a sec," he pursed his lips, while his fingers played unconsciously with one of the letters. What was he trying to do?

Suddenly, his eyes lit up and I frowned, more confused than ever.

"I know. I know what you should do."

"Really?" I asked skeptically and he ignored me, trying to explain his marvelous plan.

"Look, you told me you don't believe in ghosts," he started and I scoffed. He ignored me again and continued. "Well, someone put those letters in the drawer." I raised my eyebrows, smiling sarcastically. I already knew that. "But what if you put a letter of yours in there? What do you think will happen?"

I blinked, shocked. I'd never thought of that possibility. Maybe he was right.

Damn. He's right.

"Gave me a pen and a paper," I said and he placed them in my hands. "God, I feel stupid."

"You are stupid," Emmett chuckled.

I rolled my eyes. "You gave me the idea."

"But you agreed with it," he shrugged.

"Whatever. Tell me something to write."

"Hmm..." he hummed, thinking. "'Who are you?'" he said and I frowned.

"'Who are you?' That's it? Jeez, Emmett."

"Well, then, write something more 'sophisticated'," he pouted, crossing his arms like a five year old child.

"Ok, fine," I hissed.

Who are you? I keep receiving letters from you. I don't know where they come from, but it's weird.

I read it to Emmett and he agreed with me. I felt more stupid than ever. I didn't even know who I was writing to.

"Put it in the drawer and then wait for her or him to answer back." Emmett suggested and I dropped it in there.

I hoped there wasn't going to be any reply. I hoped this was going to come to its end. Maybe Emmett was right and my apartment was haunted. Who knew? Maybe an old lady was killed here or...

"Hey, I have a question," Emmett broke me out of my reverie. "Where did you get this drawer from?"

I pursed my lips. "I don't know. It was here when I first bought the apartment," I shrugged and Emmett frowned.

"Don't you think that's weird?" he asked.

"Well, yeah..." I stopped, finally realizing what he said. "Mmm... now that you brought it up, yes, I think it's weird," I mused.

Then we heard something. Like someone closing a drawer. I exchanged a quick glance with Emmett and we both opened it, anxious to see if there was another letter.

And there was!

Oh my God... Please tell me you're not Edward Cullen...

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