I had the idea a while ago, but I couldn't write anything because of my lack of time. And because, well, I was afraid I was going to write for nobody. Hope you read it and enjoy it!

Thanks to my beta, Sunray16!

*January 15*


"I've never been so embarrassed in my life. And this is because of you." I hissed, walking home. It was mid-January and it was freezing cold in New York.

"That's not true. You've always told me how bored you get on Saturday nights, so I told you to go out with a guy. You accepted." Alice argued and I scowled.

"Why do I always get the stupid ones?" I sighed, frustrated, walking through snow and nearly breaking my neck on the ice.

"You didn't know Mike was such an asshole. It's not your fault."

"Yeah, well. I thought he at least had a car, but no. We had to walk to the restaurant because you know my car doesn't have good tires. And I was lucky I had some money with me because the idiot was penniless. So, now I have to walk home because I don't even have money to pay for a taxi." I scowled, sulking and trying not to fall on my face.

"Oh, come on, Bella. You could have told me." Alice whined. "Where are you? I'm going to drive you home."

"No, Alice. You don't need to worry."

"Look, Isabella Marie Swan. You're the clumsiest person I know, so don't tell me not to worry. There is ice and it's still snowing. I'm surprised you're still alive," she argued.

"Gee, thanks," I rolled my eyes. "I'm in front of Central Park," I sighed.

"Be there in a minute."

I snapped the phone shut and threw it in my purse. God, I was freezing.

I wrapped my arms around myself and waited for Alice to come get me. Today was the most horrible day of my life. A week ago, I met this guy, Mike Newton, while working and from what I'd seen, he was nice and sweet. He gave me his number and so I called him. Damn the moment I decided to do that.

When he came get me, he told me he didn't have a car and that we should walk to the restaurant to talk and get to know each other better. That was terrible, because of my clumsy nature and he had the nerve to laugh and make fun of me.

During dinner, he kept touching me under the table, first with his foot, then with his hand. I thought I was going to throw up. And to top it all, he let me pay for the dinner. Yes, I hate when somebody wants to pay for me, but I wasn't supposed to pay for him too.

So, no money for a cab.

I heard a horn and then a voice screaming. "Bella! Over here!" I turned around and found a yellow Porsche and a smiling pixie inside it.

Slowly, trying not to break my neck in the process, I ran towards her and jumped in the car. She turned the heat up and I rubbed my hands together.

"You're my savior, Alice." I smiled and she wrapped her tiny arms around me, hugging me too tightly. "Ok, I think I need to breathe now," I choked out and she released me, giggling.

"I was worried. I thought I would find you sprawled out on the ice or having a hypothermia," she bit her lip.

"Well, I'm safe and sound. Now, can we please go home? I really want to sleep."

She stepped on the gas and I turned on the radio. The rest of the ride, we sang, danced in our seats, made fun of Mike, and just had fun.

We've been best friends since high school. Alice was like the sister I'd never had; she was my confidant. She lived with Jasper in a small, cozy apartment, very close to my own. Jasper was her boyfriend and they'd been together for two years now – they met in New York. They really loved each other and you could see it from a distance. I thought of him as my brother and all three of us formed a very small family that I loved very much.

Alice pulled over in front of my apartment and we both got out of the car, running inside. We were laughing when we took the elevator up and I fumbled with the keys, trying to open the door.

"Um, Bella? You're standing on a few letters." Alice pointed out, giggling, and I took a step backwards. I looked down and there were three or four letters. Probably bills.

"Mm... I don't remember seeing them before." I frowned.

We walked inside and as soon as we took our coats and boots off, we jumped on the couch. Alice grabbed one of the letters, while I looked at the others.

Indeed, they were bills.

Nothing too interesting. I stood up, ready to go in the kitchen for a tea, when Alice scowled and said "This is weird. Bella, do you know who Edward Cullen is?" she asked.

"Um, should I?" I shrugged as she handed me the letter.

"I don't know, unless you have him somewhere hidden in your bedroom." she smiled mischievously while I threw her a dirty look. "No, seriously. That letter is for Edward Cullen and the mailman sure didn't do anything wrong because there is written his apartment." her scowl deepened. "I mean this apartment."

"There must be a mistake." I said, confused, trying to find something out of place. Bills too, but I wasn't Edward Cullen. "Maybe it's for the previous tenant."

"Maybe." Alice shrugged and out of the blue scoffed. "God, I can't believe how paranoid I've become." She put the letters on the table and crossed her arms.

I laughed and patted her reassuringly on the shoulder. "Don't worry. I still love you."

She squealed and hugged me. Again.

Jasper called forty minutes later, telling Alice he was finally home. He was an architect, while Alice was working as a fashion advisor in a mall. They both really loved their jobs and I really liked mine as a librarian. I'd always loved books and reading, but I knew this wasn't going to be my job forever.

I'd dreamt of becoming a writer. I wished that would come true.

"See you tomorrow, Bells," Alice chirped as she kissed my cheek.

I closed the door behind her and changed into my favorite sweatpants and a tight blue tank top. I brought the letter in the bedroom with me and read it once again.

Bills, nothing more than bills. I don't even know this Edward Cullen.

I sighed, frustrated, but then something else caught my eye.

I frowned and my eyes narrowed suspiciously when they saw the date.

January 15, 2007.


I looked quickly at the calendar plastered next to my bed, and there it was, January 15, 2009. Ok, this seems to be a sick joke or someone's just trying to play with my nerves...and time.


Emmett sighed as he jumped on the couch and turned on the TV. "She was gorgeous."

I laughed at his expression. "Man, you're completely smitten."

I worked as a piano teacher and today was my day off. I loved what I was doing and I'd been taking piano lessons since I was eight.

Emmett invited himself over and then he told me everything about his day at gym and how he met this girl named Rosalie Hale. Emmett McCarty had been my best friend since high school, where we both were on the baseball team. Four months ago, we moved to New York from England. I was born in London. His apartment was very close to my own. He was a mechanic and had his own workshop.

"Do you blame me?" he shrugged. "You should have seen her. Blond silky hair down to her waist, full red lips, long sexy legs, and her name is Rosalie. Rose, as in, a flower."

I shook my head in amusement and patted him on the shoulder. "Where did you say you met her?"

"In the gym. She's a trainer. Dude, she looked ultra hot in those tight tights and a red tank top." he sighed again.

"Ok, ok... I got it. She's hot and you're in love. But what are you going to do next?" I raised my eyebrows.

"I asked for her number. She smiled and agreed. I told her I'll be calling her soon."

"I guess soon is soon." I chuckled and he nodded enthusiastically.

"Of course! Tonight." he boomed, but then his attention concentrated on me. "Hey, what about you? Any chick?"

I rolled my eyes, standing up and walking towards the fridge. "Trust me. You would have known." I opened it and grabbed two beers, giving one to Emmett.

"Oh, come on, Eddie. There must be a hot chick for you too." he grinned and took a sip from his beer. "Unless you're gay."

I threw him a dirty look and he shrugged. "Cut it out, Emmett. And for the record, my name is Edward, not Eddie."

"Sensitive much?" he chuckled under his breath and I nearly threw my beer at him. He saw the irritation in my eyes and shut up...or so I thought. "But what about Tanya?"

I sighed. "What about her?"

"You've been going out with her for two weeks. What happened?"

"Past tense, Emmett. I was." I pointed out. "I simply lost interest in her. She was too shallow. The only thing she wanted was sex and nothing more." I shrugged indifferently.

"When is the last time you got laid?" he asked suddenly and I almost choked on my beer.

"Emmett!" I screamed. "None of your business! And why do you care?"

"Oh, please. I bet it's been more than two months." he grinned teasingly.

"Shut the fuck up," I hissed.

"I'm right, right?" his smile grew and I stood up, storming off into the kitchen and opening the fridge. "I know I'm right," he screamed and I shook my head in anger. Why does he even care? It's really none of his business.

Suddenly, someone laughed. It was a ghostly, high pitched laugh and I startled, running to the living room only to find Emmett frowning.

"Did you hear that?" I asked, confused, and he nodded once.

"I thought it was you," he raised his eyebrows and I scoffed.

"My voice isn't high pitched and I don't have a reason to laugh," I scowled and he shrugged.

"Maybe it was the neighbor," he suggested and I nodded in agreement.

God, I'm so paranoid.

But I swear I just heard someone laugh a minute ago. It sounded like she or he was next to me, or laughing in my ear. I shook my head quickly. Stop thinking about this.

"I'm calling for a pizza and then I'm going home. I need to get ready for my date," he winked at me.

"And why are you so sure she's going to say yes?" I asked skeptically. Let me tell you one thing: Emmett thinks of himself as a heartthrob and his self-esteem is way too high. He keeps throwing at me things like this:

"Give me some credit, Edward. She's going to melt when she realizes it's me calling her. You'll see," he nodded to himself and grabbed his cell phone, calling for a pizza.

Then, out of the blue, we heard the door open and close. Our heads snapped towards the door and my eyes grew wide, as I thought some kind of a thief broken into my apartment. Emmett stood up immediately, his hands turned into fists and I was sure I looked like him. I ran toward the sound only to find... no one. I looked all over the place and found nothing out of the ordinary. I scratched the back of my head, confused, and Emmett blinked in shock.

"Ok, this was...weird," he scowled.

"I don't get it. I heard the door." I ran my fingers nervously through my hair.

"I heard it too." Emmett sighed. "The laugh...now the door. Are you sure you don't have ghosts?" he raised his eyebrows at me and I rolled my eyes.

"You really believe in that, Em?"

"Then how do you explain what happened earlier?" he crossed his arms defiantly.

"Must have been the wind or something. There is no such thing as ghosts, Emmett."

"Non-believer," he mumbled under his breath.

"Maybe. But whatever happened today, it must have been in our imaginations. Or it was the neighbor."

"Our imaginations, huh?" Emmett scoffed. "How come we both think the same thing at the same moment?" his smile turned smug, happy with his reasoning.

"Maybe we can communicate telepathically," I said sarcastically and he rolled his eyes.

"Oh yeah? If that's it, then tell me what I'm thinking right now."

I sighed, frustrated. "Rosalie." I said the first thing that crossed my mind, without even thinking about it. His eyes widened as his mouth popped open. Did I really guess? Mm...

After finishing the pizza, Emmett said goodbye and left. I was alone again in my apartment. I decided to watch a movie or two to pass the time.

My eyes were slowly drooping, so I closed the TV, ready to go into my bedroom, when I noticed something on my table.

Bills. Who put those there? I don't even remember seeing them before. What the hell is wrong with this world that keeps messing around with my nerves?

I grabbed them and frowned when I saw the name.

Isabella Swan.

The apartment was correct. But what with the name? Last time I checked, my name was Edward Cullen.

Something caught my eye and my frown deepened.

January 15, 2009.

Impossible. Today is January 15, 2007.

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