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Bold = Edward

Italic = Bella

Thanks to my beta, Sunray16.

*Nice to meet you*

BPOV

I read the note again and again and again. No, I wasn't shocked. That would be a misunderstanding. I was stupefied, petrified – the list goes on.

I snapped out of it and grabbed a pen and a paper. I wrote quickly and then dropped the note in the drawer.

I waited impatiently for him to write back and tell me this wasn't true. That I was dreaming. I couldn't write to a drawer. That would have been impossible. And that note appeared out of the blue. God, what is happening?

Thud! Someone closed their drawer.

Yes, how do you know my name?

I was going to scoff out loud, but instead, I decided to reply. He wasn't going to hear me anyways.

I've seen your letters before. Can you please tell me what this is about? How come we can talk to each other through a drawer? How is this possible?

I was starting to panic and worry for my sanity. Maybe I was crazy, but these notes were true. Alice and Jasper needed to see them.

I grabbed my cell phone and dialed Alice's number. Should I call her? Was this a good thing or was I just overreacting? I decided it didn't matter.

I looked at the drawer, waiting for both of them to answer. I crossed my legs on the floor, staring off into space.

The first one to answer was Alice.

"Hey, Al. Grab Jasper and your ass and please come here. I need you for something, ok? I need your high-pitched, sweet voice to tell me things like 'I'm not crazy' and stuff," I begged her.

"I told you so many times that coffee isn't good for you, Bella, but no, you never want to listen to me. Ok. We'll be there in a few minutes," she told me and I snapped the phone shut in time to hear the thud coming from the drawer.

I opened it quickly.

I've been asking myself the same thing. I don't know. I don't know how I can talk to you. I wished there was an explanation for this. But you didn't answer my question. What's your name?

Isabella Swan. Bella.

So here you are. I saw one of your letters on my table and wondered who you were. Especially because there was something extremely weird written on it. Why it's 2009?

I frowned. Why? Because it is 2009.

I don't get it. We're in 2009. What are you talking about?

But then I realized. The letters. The bills. The date. How could I have been so blind? No, it wasn't possible.

Because we're in 2007. I don't understand.

Strangely enough, I could feel his confusion through the letter. I was awe-struck. I stared at the words, running my fingers through my hair repeatedly and just blinking. This couldn't be true. How could it be?

2007 and 2009. Two years separating us, although we lived in the same apartment. The only way we could communicate was through this drawer. I didn't even remember where I got it from or if it had been here before I moved in.

Someone knocked on the door, startling me, and I opened it as quickly as possible. Jasper was staring at me with a confused expression while Alice was frowning. She grabbed my hand and pushed me onto the couch.

"Spill," she demanded.

"I think these will make you understand better," I said, shoving the notes at her.

Jasper read them, his frown deepening. Alice's mouth was wide open, while her blue eyes were huge as saucers.

"What the hell?" she whispered, blinking in shock.

Jasper shook his head in amazement and then looked at me. "2007? Is this a joke?" he asked and I shrugged helplessly.

"I don't know. I received this strange letter two weeks ago. It was for Edward Cullen and it was dated January 15, 2007," I sighed. "And a few minutes ago, there was this note inside my drawer. Every time I put something in it, he reads it and replies back."

Alice's mouth was still hanging open.

"Write something to him," Jasper told me and, although I felt offended, I wrote.

I was offended because that proved he didn't believe me and he thought I was crazy. But he'd already seen the proof – the notes from Edward. He couldn't possibly mistake his handwriting for mine.

It's 2009. Everyone tells me that. And my calendar can't be mistaken. Can two years be separating us?

I closed the drawer and when a small thud echoed in the room, Alice and Jasper exchanged a quick glance. I read the note out loud.

Talk about impossibility. Wow.

"Wow, myself," Alice whispered in a daze. "This is..." she stopped for a second and then started squealing like crazy. "EEEEEE! Bella, this is so awesome! This is going to be the weirdest, most beautiful moment of your life," she screamed some more and I winced. Oh, my poor ears.

Jasper chuckled behind me, doing nothing to help me out. I threw him a dirty look.

"You know I can't do anything about that. Plus, I think the same way she does. This has to be the most impossible thing I've ever heard. I guess I understand her excitement," he smirked at me. I rolled my eyes, although I couldn't stop my lips from twisting into a smile.

"I wonder what he looks like," Alice mused as she released me. Jasper rolled his eyes and I shrugged. "Oh please, Bella. I bet you're wondering too. I mean, the guy is from 2007. You know how important that is for fashion?"

Jasper and I laughed while she huffed and crossed her arms.

"Ok, forget about fashion. Aren't you at least interested in knowing if he's hot or not?" she raised her eyebrows defiantly and I bit my lip nervously.

"Well…and why would that be good?" I asked.

She frowned. "It wouldn't, but at least you get to see what he looks like," she winked at me.

I rolled my eyes and found myself grinning. "Maybe, but not now. I barely know him," It would sound weird.

"Ok, but you definitely need to show me the picture…if he gives you one."

"Seriously, honey, you sound like my mom," Jasper teased, smirking at her.

"I didn't know you slept with your mom, dear," she mocked horror and Jasper's eyes grew wide, covering her mouth with his palm. She giggled innocently and I was extremely sure my face was bright red from embarrassment.

I really didn't want to know those kinds of things.

Five minutes later, they left, wishing me good luck. I suddenly squealed and jumped on the couch, hugging a pillow tightly to my chest. This would be the best thing that had ever happened to me. The best. Yeah, well, if Alice had heard me, she would have killed me, but she didn't need to know this.

It was between the two of us…I mean, between myself and my conscience. Whatever.

EPOV

Emmett laughed, shocked. "If you tell me Peter Pan exists, I won't be surprised." I chuckled along with him.

"So, you share the same apartment with a girl. She may be hot and sexy and stuff," he waggled his eyebrows. "What are you going to do about that?"

"What do you mean?" I frowned.

"Well, you'd obviously want to meet her someday. Have you thought about how?"

I rolled my eyes. "I've known about her existence for what? Two minutes?"

We could talk only through these notes. I didn't know where I was in 2009, at least I knew I wasn't living here anymore.

Where was I?

I wonder how things are there, in the future.

"Where do you think we are in 2009?" I asked Emmett and he shrugged with a puzzled expression on his face. His eyes wandered to the clock and then back to me.

"Definitely not here, but I know where I'm going to be in the next thirty minutes. Rose will kill me if I'm late," he sighed as he patted me on the shoulder and put his coat on. "If you get a picture of her, don't hesitate to call me," he winked.

I rolled my eyes. "Right. Now, get out. I need to talk to someone."

"That's the spirit!" he laughed as I closed the door behind him.

Nothing has changed too much. There is a new café next to our apartment, but other than that, nothing too special. I wondered that too... Before I moved in, there was another man living in here – definitely not you – and he was more than happy to give me the apartment.

More questions. No answers.

Happy to give her the apartment? No wonder. With all those strange letters and noises, I'm sure he thought this place was haunted. And that brings me back to Emmett's theory of ghosts.

Mmm, strange... Well, my roommate from the future, you told me your name is Bella. Tell me more about yourself.

I was pushing my luck, but at least I had someone to talk to. I would consider it a hobby from this day on.

Ok. But I'm warning you. There is nothing too important about me. I'm just a librarian who really loves her job. Although, I wish I could be a writer. Maybe someday. And you? I know you are a piano teacher – sorry for reading your letters. I was just curios – and it's awesome. I also know you were born in London – again, sorry – and that your dad is a doctor. I wonder if you have British accent.

I was laughing to myself when I finished reading it. She definitely knew more about me than I knew about her, but she told me so little about herself. I was annoyed. No, I was frustrated. Annoyed was kind of a strong word and it was obvious she didn't trust me…yet.

I'm surprised. You know a lot of things about me. I hope you're not a stalker.

She answered more quickly than before and her writing was very messy. She must have been annoyed, because the paper was torn in some places.

What? No, I'm not a stalker for God's sake. If I read your letters, that was only out of curiosity. What was I going to do after seeing 2007 on them anyways? That doesn't make me an obsessed person. I already told you I was sorry. You have no right to call me a stalker.

Ok, ok. I'm sorry. I was just teasing you. You seem to have quite the temper.

Impulsive.

You're so rude. Because you can't see me and tell me these things face to face, it doesn't make you more privileged, you know.

I apologized, right? Besides, isn't it fun talking to a guy from the past?

Darn it! As much as I hate to say it – write it, in this case – you are right. There is nothing more entertaining than that.

I know. Besides, I think we're going to be good friends.

Mmm, we'll see about that. So, are you going to tell me more about yourself?

Well, you know almost everything about me, it seems. Yes, I was born in London and spent half of my life there. I came to New York and became employed as a piano teacher. And yes, I do have a slight British accent.

Really? I've always thought it was cute.

I chuckled.

You're the first one to tell me this. But come on, I need to know more about you. I think I have the right.

Maybe tomorrow. Or the day after tomorrow. Or maybe next week.

You're not playing fair.

I never said I would. Besides, we've know each other for almost five minutes. My mom's always told me not to trust strangers.

She was teasing me. Oh well... I started it after all.

True. But...not even a small, insignificant detail? Like your favorite color or animal? It will be only a word, nothing more than that.

Nope. I usually get carried away and could end up telling you my entire life. If you're not tired, that's sure going to lull you to sleep.

I rolled my eyes. Did she really think that? Maybe I was curious and interested. I wasn't as easily bored as she thought.

I think I'll keep up.

Tomorrow. It's getting pretty late and I'm tired.

I sighed, frustrated. Stubborn and mysterious.

Ok, but I take that as a promise.

As you wish. Although, I'd like to know you're going to be here tomorrow too.

Of course I will be. Where am I supposed to go? And now I have a reason to come home earlier.

Next time then. Pleasure meeting you too, Bella Swan. Sweet dreams!