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*Mystery*

BPOV

A velvet soothing voice whispered and everything froze around me. "Hello?"

My heart exploded in my chest in the second I first heard his voice. It was like nothing I had ever heard before – gentle, calm, and able to make you fall in love with him immediately.

I couldn't speak. My mouth seemed to be glued shut.

"Hello?" he asked again and I finally opened my mouth to take a huge deep breath, meant to calm my nerves and maybe my heart too. "Is anybody there?" he continued and all I wanted to do was scream 'yes' and jump like crazy.

But as soon as I tried to speak, someone screamed on the other end. "Edward, you need to go. Come on, you're going to be late. More than you are already. You'll talk to him or her later."

"Sorry, but I can't talk right now. If there is something important you want to tell me, call me in eight hours." he sighed.

"No, wait." I screamed, but it was too late. He had already hung up.

My shoulders slumped and I literally wanted to jump off of a cliff for being an idiot with capital I. I had to speak to him. I had to tell him it was me. I licked my lips and then I tasted the salt. I was crying, even sobbing. I was so close to telling him everything, but then the whole thing vanished, when he shut the phone.

And I didn't blame him. I didn't even give him a reason to keep talking to me. I was quiet and he seemed to be in a hurry.

And then it dawned on me. I talked to him. Bella, you freaking talked to him and you're crying like a baby. I just wanted the conversation to be longer, but I heard his voice. And he did tell me to call him later, so it wasn't too late. Bella, you heard him, Bella. Stop crying like an imbecile.

Edward! Edward, you're not going to believe it. Oh my God, you answered. It was you. You answered! You still have the same cell phone number. I can't believe it. You know what this means? That I can see you. We can meet and then we can talk. And... Take a deep breath, Bella.

Really? And what did I say? Did I remember you? Where am I?

All of my excitement – or maybe a part of it – vanished and I pouted. And now I have to disappoint him.

I'm sorry…really, I am. I just...I was so shocked that you answered that...well, I couldn't talk and then there was this man screaming at you for being late for something and you hung up on me. I don't blame you. I was the one who stupidly wasted your time by not saying anything.

I was blushing at the end of the note.

Hey, none of that. I answered, right? You could hear me and that means you can call me again. This is so great, Bella, and we'd been worrying for nothing.

I sighed blissfully and smiled again. He was truly amazing. I thought he was going to be upset, but he was comforting me instead. But when he wasn't? And his voice was just another aspect of his perfection. I was happy to have met him and to have him as my friend.

Friend. I liked the sound of that, but it was also wrong. I felt like it was wrong. How many times had I tried to push my fantasies in the back of my head? Yes, I wanted to meet him, but there was more to it than that. Much, much more than that. I wanted... more.

Oh, my God. What was I doing here? I couldn't fall for him. If he was here, in 2009, I would give everything to have him next to me. Even the sound of his voice made me shiver in pleasure and the fact that I heard it made him even more real. And he was real. I would meet him this week. The thought put a huge grin on my face.

Yes, it's amazing. Meanwhile, would you like to give more pictures of you? If it's ok. I'd like to have you memorized by the end of this week, if you don't mind.

Excited, are we? I think I'm even more nervous than you are. And about the pictures, as you wish.

I squealed and waited anxiously for them. When the drawer clicked, I opened it quickly and I sighed in relief.

There were two photos of him alone and two of him with his friends. The guy next to him was burly and grinning from ear to ear, while the other one was a drop dead gorgeous girl with blond hair and a perfect body that had her arms wrapped around the guy's waist.

Edward looked like a Greek god staring at the camera with sparkling green eyes and a crooked smile. I was breathing heavily just by looking at his picture. The thought of seeing him soon sent my heart over the edge.

They seemed to be really happy and, from what I remembered, the burly one was Emmett and the blond girl must be his girlfriend, whose name I didn't know.

Who's the blond?

That's Rosalie, Emmett's girlfriend. She's the perfect girl for him. At first, it's difficult to befriend her, but when you get to know her better, she's okay. They really love each other which surprises me - Emmett told me countless times how love was for dummies.

I laughed lightheartedly as I stared into Emmett's eyes. You could see his love for Rosalie radiating off his skin. Love... it was weird how things could change from day to day. You could think that you're powerful and strong, but you can't fight against nature. Life is too complicated and strange to handle it alone.

Bella?

I snapped out of it. Yes?

Um... after you send me a few photos of yours, what do you say about twenty questions?

I shook my head in amusement. I knew he wouldn't take 'no' for an answer. Of course, it would only be fair to answer his questions after he answered mine.

Ok, although I disagree with the number twenty. Only five. Please? You need to be honest with me and I'll try to be too. You send me your questions, I'll answer them, then it's my turn. I sent him the note along with my pictures.

That's fine by me, Ms Swan. So, here it goes.

What's your favorite flower?

What is your biggest regret in life until now?

Where would you like to go in vacation?

What kind of music do you like to listen to?

What was your most embarrassing memory from high school?

Well, let's see... I've always had a thing for red roses. I know, every girl would say that, but they express passion, love, beauty, and elegance.

Mmm. Maybe for not visiting my parents very often. I miss them, but unfortunately, I don't have time to go to Forks. And another thing, it would be my dream to become a writer. I don't see it as a regret, but I do want it so badly to come true.

You're not going to believe it, but I want to go to Italy. My mom had the opportunity to visit it when she was a kid and I've always dreamt of going there. She told me about how wonderful it was and that made me even more curious.

It doesn't matter. I like everything, starting with Jimmy Eat World and finishing with Lady Gaga – don't laugh. I find listening to music very relaxing.

Oh, God. It was September and Alice and I had just started our senior year of high school. She convinced me to wear a blue skirt with a white v-neck shirt. And to top it all, she forced me into wearing high heels. Everyone was staring at me and I felt like an alien. As I was walking toward my locker, blushing furiously, I slipped and the next thing I knew, my skirt was revealing absolutely everything. A few guys videotaped it and the next day, I found myself as fresh news on YouTube with more than 8,000 views. Alice needed three days to convince me to go back to school.

Pity I wasn't there.

*glare* For staring at me or helping me?

Of course helping you. Always helping you.

I sighed, half irritated, half amused. I wish I could see his expression. But I had a feeling he was grinning.

1. Favorite color.

2. What did you hate most in high school?

3. Why did you decide to move to New York?

4. Do you have a favorite sport?

5. Tell me the most embarrassing thing that you wrote in your diary and which your mom had to read about.

I smiled evilly at the last one. I remembered his secret about keeping a diary and I'd always wondered what was written in there. He'd already told me we were both going to be honest with each other, so he had to answer me.

1. Brown. It's warm, relaxing and very nice to look at. But as much as I like brown, I love blue too. Blue like the sky or the water.

2. The girls. Really. They were annoying. Only a few of them were nice, but the other ones were the bimbo type – I think you know what I'm talking about, I'm sure they were in your high school too. I even had a fan club, not that I'm showing off about it. It just drove me crazy and I'm glad it's finally over.

3. It had always been a dream of mine – to change my life, everything. Of course, I miss my parents like hell and I wish I wouldn't have moved here, but there are times when I think it's the best thing that has ever happened to me.

4. I told you I was on the high school basketball team. Other than that, I think I'm starting to like baseball. My dad loves watching games on TV and, when I had the opportunity, I would join him.

5. Tell me you're joking. Oh come on, Bella. Really? Well... there was this awkward semester in my freshman year of high school. I had a crush on a girl and I was too shy to speak to her. I wrote in my diary every single detail I... well, wanted to tell her or um, do to her - I'm not a psycho; I think you get the picture. Then when Esme found it and read about it, she didn't stop making fun of me until I was in my senior year. I'm sure glad Emmett was out of the loop, because then it would have been hell.

I had tears streaming down my face from laughing so hard. Oh, poor Esme – I realized that must be his mother. I couldn't imagine how it was for her to read about her little innocent boy's fantasies. Although, I was sure that if Renee had found my diary, she would have reacted just like Esme. I shuddered and thanked God I didn't have one.

I know you're laughing right now. I can sense you.

Oh really?

Yep. And don't think you're getting out of it easily.

I laughed again, clutching my stomach. And what are you going to do about it?

Well, let's see. I can never talk to you again OR wait two years, go see you and tickle you till you yell at me to stop.

I sighed involuntarily. If I had answered him then...

I like the waiting-two-years option, but not the tickling part.

Mm. I think that can be discussed. I miss you, Bella.

I'm right here. I frowned. He wasn't referring to that and I knew it. I just decided to play dumb. I was afraid of having strong feelings for him, terrified of never meeting him.

You know what I'm talking about, Bella. I just...I want to see you.

I miss you too. I pouted as I sent him the note.

Can you answer me one question?

What question?

Yeah.

What do you think about me?

I pursed my lips nervously. My hand trembled as it tried to write something.

That you're a nice, good-looking guy. You're honest, thoughtful, and you care for your friends and parents – I noticed a strong bond between them and you, especially between you and your mom. You love what you're doing right now – teaching kids. You are able to irritate me to death, but you do have a good sense of humor. And I know for sure that you're as stubborn as I am. Now you.

I read it once again, trying to find something out of place. Everything seemed to be ok. Nothing too obvious or with possible double-meanings.

I'm glad to hear that you don't find me creepy. I rolled my eyes. Yeah right... Well, you're very beautiful, smart, and impulsive. I like your sense of humor too and I'm sorry I irritate you to death – sometimes. You're cute when you're embarrassed or flustered, you're extremely stubborn, but very caring. You love your parents very much and you miss them like hell. I know you love books and you enjoy working in a library, although you still hope you'd become a writer someday. I think I got it all straight.

I blushed, while smiling. He knew everything about me. I didn't think I was beautiful, but I didn't think I was ugly either. Just…plain. I didn't feel like I was anything special and wondered if he told me that only to spare my feelings. Probably…or not.

The next day, I was ecstatic. I was smiling so wide that my face hurt and even Alice asked me if I was ok when she called me early that morning. I was so happy.

One: It was Saturday.

Two: My relationship with Edward was getting stronger.

Three: I was going to meet him. Soon, very soon.

Four: I was in love.

My smile grew even wider as I repeated the fourth sentence in my head, staring in the mirror. I was in love with Edward Cullen. I looked stupid, even I could tell it, but there was nothing that could vanish the smile off of my face.

I skipped in the kitchen, humming to myself when Alice and Jasper burst in. I jumped, startled, but then I laughed, earning funny looks from them. Alice rolled her eyes, giggling, while Jasper shrugged. I stuck my tongue out at them and gave them each a cup of coffee.

"I don't know what has gotten into you, but we need to talk about my wedding!" Alice squealed while I stared at her.

This was so unlike her. She didn't ask me why I was smiling. She wasn't curious? Just one word: wow.

"I've already asked Jazzy if we could use doves at the end of the ceremony and he agreed. Isn't it great, Bella? And you can be my bridesmaid and I've already thought of a beautiful dress for you. I thought something pink or blue. What do you think? Jazzy said blue, but I wanted your opinion and..." she stopped to take a deep breath and I exchanged an amused look with Jasper.

"Breathe Alice. You need to slow down because I didn't understand anything," I laughed, trying to ignore the fact that she wanted me as her bridesmaid. I was scared. Not because I didn't want to, but because I was afraid I'd trip over my own feet and ruin her wedding.

"Ok, fine. So, what do you say about being my bridesmaid?" she grinned widely.

I kept the smile on my face, although it wasn't genuine anymore, and opened the TV, shuffling through the channels.

"Don't ignore me, Isabella Swan," she frowned.

I sighed and dropped the remote on the couch, turning around to face her. "I don't know Alice. You know I'm clumsy and I'm afraid I'd ruin your wedding by falling over the minister or on top of the cake."

She scoffed. "Oh please. I'll tell Jasper's cousin to hold you while you're walking down the aisle. And as for the cake, you won't go near it. Problem solved. Oh, come on, Bella. I've already bought you the dress. It's gorgeous and you need to see if it fits." She proceeded to give my her puppy dog eyes, making me grimace.

Before I could open my mouth, something caught my attention and I looked at the TV. I didn't notice I'd left it on CNN.

The American Airlines Airbus A300-600 went missing on transatlantic flight from London, Heathrow to New York. The airplane carried 12 crew members and 216 passengers. The plane crashed into the Atlantic Ocean. Early reports indicate that there were no survivors.

Oh, my God…that's horrible! I couldn't imagine what their families must feel.

Flight AA300 departed London heading toward New York. Three hours later, while the plane was flying over the Atlantic Ocean, the aircraft reportedly went through a thunderstorm producing strong turbulence. Moments later, American Airlines received an automatic message from the AA300 indicating an electrical circuit malfunction. It was the last transmission received.

"That's terrible." Jasper frowned and Alice nodded sadly. "It's sad when accidents like this happen. Their families must be destroyed."

"Poor things. Maybe they finished their missions here on Earth and it was their time to go." Alice shrugged and pouted, while I raised my eyebrows.

"Really, Alice? What did you read last night?" I asked, as she punched me playfully in the arm.

"I do believe in these kinds of things and you don't need to make fun of me. Besides, Jazzy said he agreed with me, so you're a non-believer," she stuck her tongue out at me while I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever," I mumbled.

"So what do you say about being a bridesmaid, Bella?" Jasper asked this time and I glared at him. He shrugged.

Alice started begging me then "Please, Bella. Please, please, please, Bella…say yes!"