As always, I do not own the players. The field, however, is mine.

I still do not have a beta, but I will do my best.

Chapter 4

BPOV

When I got home, I quickly did my homework. Seriously, the work here was not challenging at all.

I couldn't help but smile, while thinking over how my first day at Forks High went. The butterfly feelings I was having was due, solely, to Edward Cullen.

I can't believe the intense connection I feel towards him. Even now, I feel this ache in my chest. Am I going insane? How can I possibly be this attached to someone I only just met a few short hours ago? I wish I knew what these feeling were. Don't get me wrong. If there was ever a guy to lose my head over, he is certainly the one to do it.

When I lived in Phoenix, I never had a boyfriend. It wasn't due to lack of interest. I just wasn't attracted to any of the boys there. I have always been mature for my age, and the thought of having to date a guy who behaves like a perverted child was a huge turn off. I just never saw the sense in dating someone just to fill in a few hours on the weekends. I guess you could say that I was holding out for something more.

Perhaps, it had to do with my old fashioned values. I believed in waiting for my soul-mate, my other half. I always felt that there was someone out there for me and that all I had to do was be patient. Maybe, just maybe, that someone is Edward. It would explain the pull I feel towards him. Even now, I am having some difficulty being away from him. I sure hope I'm not imagining things.

I went to the kitchen to start dinner for Charlie. I decided to make him his favorite dish; my Grandma Swan's Beef Stroganoff. I still have no clue how my dad hasn't killed himself. He's a great dad and a great police chief but one really lousy cook. I think I moved here just in time. When I got here, the only thing in the fridge was a six pack of beer and a bottle of ketchup. It looks like I have to do all the shopping, yet again. That's nothing new. I had to do it for my mom.

Just as I finished setting the dining room table, I heard my dad come in.

"Bells! What smells so good?" he asked me, walking in. "Is that what I think it is?"

"Yea, Dad, I thought you could start eating some real food for a change. Have no fear. I'm nothing like Mom. My cooking will never send you to the e.r.," I told him reassuringly.

I served us dinner. Thankfully, my dad was not the very talkative type. So we sat and ate in comfortable silence. When we finished, I grabbed up the dishes and took them to the sink to wash them.

"That was great. Don't worry about the dishes, Bells. I can do them. I don't need you to spoil me," my dad said, coming into the kitchen behind me.

"Thanks, Dad. I'll just head on up then. Good night." I rushed out of the kitchen. I ran up to my room and grabbed my things I needed so I could take a quick shower.

After I had finished my shower, I crawled into bed. My thoughts were all jumbled. I couldn't stop thinking about Edward. I was sure I would be up all night, but no sooner did my head hit the pillow, I fell asleep .

I was dreaming. I was sure of it. I was with Edward in his Volvo, and we had just pulled up to a enormous, white, Victorian house. It was breathtaking, so classical in it's beauty. The grounds were well kept. Flowers of every kind planted alongside the house. A large wrap around porch adorned the front.

Edward came around to my side of the car and opened my door. Taking my hand, he helped me out. He then took me in his arms. "Bella, please, you have no reason to be nervous. They are going to love you . How could they not?" He then bent down and gently kissed my lips.

I woke up from my dream a little shaken. I had yet another one of "those" dreams. They always seem so real. It was like I was actually there. I could almost feel Edward's arms around me. His cold lips on mine. I could hear the sounds of nature around me. The river flowing nearby.

I wish I knew what the dreams and the feelings were. I have been having them for as long as I can remember. I don't believe in coincidence. I believe that everything has a purpose and that there is a reason why this is happening to me. I have never told anyone about this, not even my own mother. Rene and I have always been close. We would always be able to talk about anything with each other, but I felt that this was something that she would never be able to handle. Again, that decision was also based on one of my "feelings."

I may not understand what is happening to me, but I know that I have to go with it. These dreams and feelings have never steered me wrong. One thing is certain. Edward Cullen is definitely involved. I just have to wait and see. Of course, if his involvement includes me in his arms, then I'm all for it.

EPOV

When I got back home, Esme, immediately, could tell something was up with me. Perhaps, it was due to the fact that I couldn't keep a grin off my face. After walking this earth for 107 years, I thought I would never be this happy.

For so long now, I have been the odd man out. I was the only unmated member of this family. I could often hear the thoughts of the others. They felt sorry for me, or they worried about me. Esme was the worst. I know she means well. She has been my mother figure for so long now, and I really look at her as a mother. She has always worried about me. All she wanted was for me to be happy and to find love. I tried to reassure her time and again that I was fine. I knew that if she even had an inkling of how truly lonely I was, how desolate I often felt, it would have crushed her. So, I chose to put on an act, hiding my true feelings from everyone.

"Esme, is Carlisle home yet? I really need to talk to him?" I asked her a little too eagerly. I seriously have to turn it down a bit.

"Yes, dear, he is. Edward, what's wrong? You're acting rather odd." Esme came up to me and gave me a hug. She really was a wonderful loving mother.

I smiled at her gently, trying to calm her. "I just need to run something by him."

I kissed her on the cheek and ran upstairs to the second floor where my father, Carlisle, had his office. I heard his mental voice call out to me before I even got to the door. Come in, Edward. You wanted to speak with me.

I walked in and closed the door behind me. I sat down on one of the chairs in front of his desk. Carlisle was reading one of his medical journals. Edward, what is it. Is something wrong?

"Carlisle, it happened. I never thought it would, but it did," I blurted out excitedly. I was having a hard time keeping it together. I was genuinely happy, and I wanted the world to know.

"Edward, Son, slow down. What do you mean? What happened?" Carlisle asked me, with a curious expression.

"Carlisle, I found her. I found my mate!"