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Bittersweet Hello

Summary:
Bella and Edward in Forks, it's the same time period with the same people, but this time their roles are switched


Notes:
Edward Mason is a young 17 year old boy who has just moved to Forks with his mother in search of the renowned blood specialist, Dr. Cullen. His mother is sick with an unheard of blood disease and Dr. Cullen is their last hope.
Bella Cullen is a 107 year old vampire with a body frozen in time at age 17. She alone in her family has not found love. She surrounds herself with books, and awaits the day her prince comes to sweep her of her feet.


3. Chapter 3; Newcomer

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(Bella's POV)

“Belllllllla,” chimed Alice’s voice from the upper level of our large home.

“Alice,” I replied, walking up the stairs and into my dark room. Without turning on a light, I made my way to the closet to find something to change into. The light came on in the hallway as I slipped out of my soaking clothes and into a modest pair of sweats and a faded t-shirt.

“Bella,” Alice said, flicking on the light. “Who- Ew.” Her tiny pointed nose wrinkled up in distain. “Why do you always insist on wearing such…icky clothing? Honestly…You’d think you were raised in a barn.” I raised an eyebrow and snorted.

“Or maybe I just don’t like wasting money and I don’t really care what I look like.” She opened her mouth to say something, but I interrupted her. “Are you going to explain your vision now?” She immediately perked up.

“Wellll, I had this vision,” she began, her voice gaining a gossiping tone. “And there was this booooy, and I assumed it had to do with yoooou…SO! Who’s this boy?” I turned away from her and pretended to be busy pulling the tangles out of my long brown hair.

“Bella…” she nudged me. “It’s no use ignoring me.”

“I don’t know. Maybe I haven’t met him yet…Maybe at school tomorrow.”

“Perfect! I‘m so excited!” she flashed her white teeth in a wide grin. “What are you going to wear?”

“I don’t know…feel free to pick out my outfit for me.”

Eighty years ago I wouldn’t have dared to say such a thing, but now I had successfully removed every dangerous pair of shoes and any article of clothing that would’ve made me blush as a human. As she dug through my clothing, I could her groans of despair as she tossed my bland, unpretentious clothing from their hangers and ripped my design-less shirts from my dresser.

I chuckled once more as the pile before my closet grew ever larger, and selected another book from my shelf. Taking a seat at the window, I opened to the beginning of “Romeo and Juliet”.

As the story played in my mind , Romeo lost his traditionally brown hair and eyes and adopted auburn locks and piercing green eyes. The night was lost in a trance as I drifted in and out of my thoughts.

As the sun rose, coloring the layer of clouds pink, I stood and stretched. It was a habit of mine, seeing as my muscles never grew sore or stiff anymore. Down the hallway both my sisters were already at work, fixing their hair and twirling in their new designer clothes.

I walked slowly to my bathroom, dreading the upcoming school day. A pile of clothes lay on the counter; the clothes Alice had chosen for me. Quickly I exchanged the outfit for the one I was already wearing. Scrutinizing myself in the mirror I looked for anything that might be against my dress code.

With a simple blue t-shirt and flared jeans, there’s not much you can do to go wrong, so I left the outfit on and pulled on a pair of water-proof shoes as well. There was no need for make up, and my hair barely needed a run-through with my brush seeing as I didn’t do any sleeping.

I did brush my teeth though, to ensure that all traces of blood were long gone, and I’d never know what I smelled like. The smell of blood was so different to a human. I gagged slightly at the mint-flavored toothpaste and quickly spat it out.

Without another look in the mirror, I turned on my heel and clomped down the stairs. It was always easiest to recognize me by my walk. My family flitted about gracefully while I gracefully flopped. Emmett always enjoyed my tripping most, saying it was human-like.

Downstairs, my brothers and sisters were gathering all they’d need for their day at school. Grabbing the book bag I’d prepared long before now, I followed them as we piled into Alice’s tiny Jetta. The ride was almost silent except for the old boy band that played on the radio.

We each plastered on our emotionless faces as we pulled into the parking lot of Forks High. We wouldn’t talk all day. We never did anything but whisper at lunch.

I stepped carefully out of the car and walked swiftly towards the many buildings of the school. With a quick glance at my schedule, I found building 5 where I’d have my first period class, algebra.

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(Edward's POV)

I turned off of the highway of and into the Forks High School parking lot. I‘d almost missed the turn, but now that I was here, I felt a lot better. I parked my dirty, old Volvo in the almost full parking lot and quickly got my umbrella out. With the umbrella in one hand, I fumbled through my binder searching for my class schedule. It was nowhere in sight and I tried unsuccessfully to remember the last time I’d seen it.

“Ugh…great…A perfect beginning for my first day,” I mumbled as I slipped the binder back into my messenger bag. “Where’s the office? Of course they’d print the map on the back of my schedule. It makes perfect sense.” My voice was filled with scorn and sarcasm as I walked through the center of the mass of buildings.

There were at least 15 of them, but which one was the main office?

“You look lost,” a voice called from my left. I turned to see a tiny girl more beautiful than any girl I’d ever seen. It was almost as if she’d been watching me; waiting for me.

“I-I…yeah,” I stammered, temporarily stunned. “I’m actually trying to find…the main office?”

“The main office?” she laughed, a tinkling bell-like laugh.

“Yes, if you could point me in the right direction I‘d really appreciate it.” I kept her gaze as best as I could, keeping a cool exterior and hiding my amazement.

“Of course. You’re new, aren’t you,” she asked, beginning to walk, or more like flit, towards another cluster of buildings.

“Yeah, I just moved here from Chicago just last week.” I followed her into the largest of all the buildings and felt my embarrassment grow. The main office was the most central building, complete with a small, almost empty parking lot.

“Here you are, Edward. I’m Alice by the way,” she said, turning to leave.

“Thank you,” I replied.

“Welcome to Forks.” And with that, she skipped off and was gone. It wasn’t until after she was gone that I realized with a jolt that I hadn’t introduced myself. She already knew my name. I started at the corner she had disappeared around in shock, but quickly shook the thought of stalkers off. This was a small town; news must travel fast.

I found the secretary at her desk, completely enthralled in a book. She didn’t even look up as I set my bag down and placed my hands on the counter dividing the office into two sections.

“Hello,” I said, attempting to draw her out of the book. She glanced up quickly and set down the book.

“I’m sorry, love, I didn’t notice you come in.” I watched her take in the odd color of my hair and my bright eyes. “Can I help you?”

“Ah, yes. Actually I was wondering if you could give me another copy of my schedule, I think I might have left it at home.” I smiled politely as she began typing something into her computer.

“Name?”

“Edward Mason.”

“You’re in the 11th grade?”

“Yes.” She clicked on the mouse and scrolled down some before a sheet of paper rolled out of the printer.

“Here ya’ go, Edward. Anything else?”

“Um, would you by any chance have more copies of the map of the school?”

“Of course, love. They’re in a stand over there by the door…behind the hanging plant. I pushed aside one of the many potted plants, and found a small bin containing pink maps of the school.

“Thank you.” I gave her a grateful smile and quickly grabbed another slip of paper because at that moment the bell signaling the start of school rang.

I scanned my schedule and found the building on the map. Building 5. Math with Mr. Stanning. With only a small mix up, I found the building and fumbled into the classroom. The man who I supposed was Mr. Stanning, was in the middle of a sentence as I came into the room, dripping wet, and dropped my binder.

“And who are you?”

“Edward Mason.” I mumbled, picking up the binder and the sheets of loose leaf paper that flew out. I could feel the stares of my classmates. Mr. Stanning checked his class list.

“Not a very good start for the year, is it, Mr. Mason?”

“I’m sorry, sir. I’m new and I had to get another copy of my schedule,” I gave him a sheepish smile that probably looked more like a grimace. I could hear whispers and girls giggling. I hated that sound; the sound of gossip.

“Well go ahead and take a seat then.” Thankful once again, I fell into a seat in the front row so that I wouldn’t have to go through the embarrassment of marching down the aisle. As Mr. Stanning continued his intro to Algebra and course syllabus, I turned to my neighbors. To my right was a boy with light blonde hair and light blue eyes. He smiled pleasantly at me and I returned the grin. There would be no introductions now.

To my left was a bright-eyed and curly haired brunette girl. She blushed as I met her gaze and I knew at once that this school would be much like my last, with the swooning girls that I’d never be interested in. I turned my head back to the front and pretended not to notice her sigh.

“Now, please get in line and take a book. This will be our textbook for the year. Do not loose this. This is your bible. If you damage it, you will pay a fine,” droned Mr. Stanning as we all trooped to the front of the room.

“Hi,” said the blonde boy as we both stood and took a spot in line. “Edward was it?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m Mike. Welcome to Forks High.” He shook my hand and continued. “What’s your schedule look like? Maybe we have other classes together.”

“Um, well I don’t have my schedule right now. It’s back at my desk.” Truth be told, I had my schedule, but I didn’t like how friendly this boy was. It was almost unnerving. I could tell he was the overly-helpful type; probably very smart and an only child. I smirked as I read the signs of each easily in this boy.

“Oh, well we’ll compare them later, then. So, you’re new to Forks? Where’d you come from? Well I don’t mean it like that. I mean, where did you move from?”

“Chicago.”

“Oh, wow! A big city! Forks must seem so boring to you then! I wish I could live in a big city. Is it true that there are gangs and stuff and that you have to carry a gun wherever you go?”

“No.” I answered each of his questions with simple answers, but still he interrogated. Only when he got his book and headed back to his seat did I receive any relief. It didn’t last long though, so instead of going straight back, I pulled a pencil out of my pocket and found the pencil sharpener.

As I turned my back to the class, I felt a chill go down my spine, almost as though someone was watching me. I quickly shrugged it off. I was the new kid; of course people would be watching me. But as I turned around, each student was focused upon their books.

I again took my seat and jotted my name down inside the book cover. A slip of paper had been passed around and each one of us was to assess any damage that had already been done to the book before passing the paper to the front.

As I finished noting the partially damaged spine, I felt the person behind me drag the pile of papers along my back. Without fully turning around, my mind wandering to my schedule, I grabbed the papers and our hands touched. My vision went blank and then there was a flash of red light.

My eyes widened and shot to the face of the girl behind me. Her long dark hair formed a wall between us, and she seemed not to notice me as she doodled on her notebook. I watched her a moment longer, still confused by what had just happened. In the end I decided it was probably just a shock…that temporarily blinded me and turned my vision red for a moment…

As the bell rang, I dropped the papers on Mr. Stanning’s desk and stopped at the door. The girl passed by me swiftly before I could even get a glimpse of her face. I took a step out of the classroom to follow her into the rain, but a voice called out behind me.

“Edward!” The brunette girl I sat next to came stumbling up to me. “Hi,” she said, smiling nervously. “I’m Jessica. I just wanted to introduce myself to you and let you know that if you need help I’m here.”

Her face was glowing with excitement and embarrassment. She was one of those girls with the one track mind. Boys. I had to stop myself from narrowing my eyes at her. What reason did I have to avoid her? What if I was making un-true assumptions? I needed to make friends anyways. I needed to become a butterfly.