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Edward's Twilight

 The world is on it's axis...and reversed? What if: Edward was the vulnerable human? Bella was the powerful vampire? La Tua Cantante was not a problem with strong Bella? What if...there were other problems? Hey, you, yeah, you with the eyes. Come click on this story. It's worth it. Lol. Chapter 10 is up fool!

OKAY! Well, I posted this before, but then I deleted it because I didn't like it anymore. BUT I just re-wrote it, so now I'm reposting it. Let's see how you guys like it now. Yes, the people are out of character, that's why you call it AU: alternate universe! hooray! anway... Disclaimer: It's pretty much all stephenie meyer's...except the idea. I don't own Eddie *hangs head in defeat*

5. Invaded my mind

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Edward's POV:

It was official.

I had an infatuation with Bella Cullen. I couldn't keep my mind off of her for more than, well to tell the truth, she was never off my mind. I don't know what it was about her, but she enchanted me.

It wasn't just her looks, or her charm…it was something else that I couldn't explain in words. I barely even knew her, and yet she was already running through my brain continuously.

So obviously, I'm blaming it all on her. When I got home from the store, I threw a TV dinner in the microwave and deftly hit the buttons till the flashing numbers commenced their count down. After going upstairs to change clothes, I come back downstairs only to find the entire microwave enveloped in gooey lasagna sauce. I had been so wrapped up in thoughts of a certain brown-haired-angel, that I had forgotten to take the metal seal off of the dinner.

So now I was stuck in the kitchen scrubbing out the age-old microwave that Charlie insisted on keeping even though it was older than me. I had even told him I'd buy him a new microwave if we could just replace this one, but he said it would be a waste of money to throw away a perfectly good microwave.

After I was done scrubbing, I threw my brush and gloves in the trash and put another dinner in, making sure to take off the seal this time. While it was cooking, I sat on the counter waiting for it to get done.

God, my life was dwindling. One minute I'm in phoenix, laughing as my mom tried to practice her mad pot-spinning skills, and the next minute I'm in Forks, waiting for a TV dinner to warm up so I could eat in silence with my too-quiet-to-live-with dad. I needed a hobby…or a girl.

Not that I was much of a dater back in Phoenix either…in fact, I'd only ever had one girlfriend named Katie, who was on the basketball team and then moved away. I had been heartbroken for about a month, and swore off girls. Of course, that lasted about a week, but then I just stayed on the sidelines, admiring from afar.

But for some reason, this girl was so different. Bella made me want to be with her, to chase her down, to tell her how beautiful and interesting she is. I wanted to know more about her, to have biology again and again just so I could talk to her.

The front door opening got my attention and I was soon face-to-face with a tired looking Charlie.

"Hey Dad, what's up?" I asked, watching as he put his gun belt up on the rack.

I remembered back when I was ten years old, and I came to visit Charlie for the summer, and I became very interested in Charlie's police gun. I'm sure he's never used it, but at the time, he always kept it loaded in case, and I decided to, ahem, play with the gun. The tree in our front yard still has a gun hole in it for proof.

"Not much. Today was a tiring day. Lots of speeding tickets…I don't know what's gotten into kids these days," he sighed, kicking off his boots.

"Yeah, we pretty much don't know up from down, do we?" I snickered, taking out the dinner from the microwave and putting another in. Charlie took an appreciative sniff and put two glasses of milk on the table.

"Smells good. So you just have to put them in the microwave and it's cooked?" He asked.

"Yup," I replied.

"I wish I had known about these a couple of months ago when fishing season ended, its better then all those omelets and pizzas I ate."


We both sat down, and I sighed in the silence. It wasn't uncomfortable, but it bugged me to know that we couldn't talk about anything remotely important. He seemed very comfortable, and I could tell he enjoyed not eating alone. If it made him happy, I'd go along with it.

"Hey Dad," I asked as we finished. "Are there any good running trails around here?"

"Yeah, I heard about a good one off of one-ten. It's pretty flat and well marked so it should be good for you."

I nodded, thinking of how much I needed some fresh air. A few good miles to run would beat the endangering thoughts right out of my head.

"So…can I take a run now?" I asked. It felt weird to ask someone for actual permission to do anything, but I guess it sounded polite.

"Now? It'll be dark pretty soon…" Charlie seemed generally perplexed.

"It's not that late, I'll be home before 10."

"Ok…as long as you don't get lost. Here, take a map."

I rolled my eyes but took the map and put it in my sweatpants' pocket. After grabbing the keys, I said bye to Charlie and got into the truck.

Turning on the radio, I rolled down the ancient window next to me and let the punk rock course through my brain. I needed to get that girl out of my brain. This behavior was close to manic-obsessive!

I stopped the truck in the small parking spot next to a yellow, peeling sign that said Forks Forest Trail. I shook my head and sighed, getting out of the truck and locking it. I tightened the laces on my old trusty sneakers and started in a slow jog down the leaf-strewn trail. There were small orange flags on the highlights of the trail so walkers wouldn't get lost.

It was gorgeous, the greenery surrounding me while my feet made patting sounds on the dense ground. The gnats barely bothered me, because I was just happy to be running again. I recalled a time when Renee had called me zoom after we saw some movie. I liked to run, it was one of my favorite things to do. I was on the track team at my old high school and I went for runs around our neighborhood park all the time.

So, you can see my confusion as I suddenly found myself in the middle of nowhere. I looked around, but only green trees faced me, their moss and vines encircling me. I stopped running and tried to even my breathing. I could no longer see any orange marks, I guessed I wasn't on the trail anymore.

I heard a creek bubbling somewhere in the distance and remembered to always go toward water if you're lost in a forest. I tried to follow the noise, but the trees that surrounded me gave me no leeway. The sky was also turning dark and I cursed myself for not paying attention to the trail markings. And then, I cursed myself even more for leaving that map that Charlie gave me in the car. Why did I have to be some stupid macho idiot?

I managed to tussle through a few hard branches and saw a lighted area somewhere in between the trees. I wrestled through to get there and slightly tripped on a protruding root, landing on a soft patch of grass. Looking up slowly, my eyes grazed over more soft grass, and I realized I was in a circular meadow.

And I definitely wasn't the only one there.