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Possibilities by Awsomealice94 (pretty banner made by the one and only-Marauder by Midnight) The sequel to the amazing and much anticipated story Nightmare at the Dance more info- bella and edward's lives that they will soon start together go out of control. it seems that every time they over come a problem, there seems to be another. but when this one big problem comes there way bella has to make a very big choice. so many possibilities comes with so many answers. if bella makes the wrong decision what would happen? if bella makes the right decision what could happen? this little answer out of her mouth could make bella and edward's life never the same again. story is finished, final chapter added'Daunting' posted (3rd story in the series-the one that comes after this)

yes, this is the sequel that i was talking about. i hope you guys enjoy

17. Freaking Out

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Just yesterday I went hunting with Edward, and I would probably need to hunt again soon.

I was watching TV with Edward, sprawled out on the couch with him lying behind me, the only person that was with us watching the movie was Alice. She was sitting on the ground playing what looked to be solitaire-the movie wasn’t that great. It was a romance, but I really wasn’t paying attention to it at all. I looked down at the arms that were around me, those two arms gripping me close made me feel so safe, like I have forgotten the Volturi were even coming.

But that was a lie, I didn’t forget they were coming, I just tried to. If Alice’s vision was right, and they usually are, the Volturi would arrive tomorrow, and the worst part was- I didn’t even know my power yet. They wouldn’t make me come with them back to Italy to find out what it is, would they??

Dreams, horrible dreams, were always swirling around inside my head about them. I thought it was impossible to have nightmares as a vampire- I forgot you can still day dream.

There was only one person I could have thoughts about that would chase away the thoughts about the Volturi. Edward.

I was laying my head on his chest, his arms around me and his chin almost resting on my head-enough where you could feel his breath on my neck, but I liked it. The couch was a little small, so my legs were resting on top of his. He was playing with my hair, every so often lifting it up to kiss my neck. I was looking at his wedding ring on his hand and measuring our hands to see how much smaller mine was compared to him. Each time doing so, I kissed his hand and his grip on my hand tightened as if to let me know he acknowledged that and to say thank you.

All I could think of right now was Edward, it would be embarrassing to have him read my mind, I thank God everyday for the fact that he can’t.

I pictured his face in my mind, his eyes, his lips on mine, and the smell of him. I wanted to kiss him badly (it was weird how those sudden urges came, even more so then when I was human). Almost as if Alice knew what was coming, she picked up her cards and walked out of the room.

I looked up at him, and he smiled. In his eyes I think he was thinking the same thing as I was, because he leaned in and kissed me. This one I think went even more out of control then the others, and it lasted for so long that we both were forced to pull back to breath in air, even though we didn’t need it-breathing was just out of habit.

Edward kissed me again, but then he pulled back to say something. But as he did, I saw him blink twice, and then gasp-something was wrong.

“Edward?” I asked him.

“I…You!” he stammered and jumped out of my embrace, and landed by the TV. I sat up, “What are you talking about?” I asked him. At first I thought he was joking, but now I realized he was serious. What was wrong with him?

“YOU…ME…I…WHA?” was all that came out of his mouth-it sounded like Greek to me.

“Edward, what in the world are you talking about?” I asked him again. I got up and walked towards him slowly.

But then he back away. “Edward?” I asked. Obviously I wasn’t going to get an answer so I decided to ask him another question.

“Is something wrong with you?” but then to that question Edward shook his head; he was at a complete loss of words. Then he pointed at me and nodded.

“So…something’s wrong with me?” I asked him, a little scared. He nodded again. I ran to the down stairs bathroom to take a look at myself in the mirror.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” I screamed. I must be seeing things. I blinked many times, and even rubbed my eyes-that same person was looking at me through the mirror.

I was Edward. Edward was I. I still had on exactly what I was wearing when I got dressed and still sounded like myself and had red eyes-but other than that I was Edward.

I screamed again, I was freaking out.

“So you see it then; I am not going crazy?” Edward asked from the other room.

“No, you’re not crazy, unless I am crazy, but then if we are both crazy…” Oh man…

“Edward, as beautiful as you are I don’t want to stay like you forever!!!” I complained and screamed at the same time.

“I…yeah….me neither.” He still couldn’t talk to much, apparently he was suffering from head trauma….

I took another look at me, “OH MY GOD!!!” I screamed again. I rushed out to Edward, he screamed as I did when we looked at each other.

“What in the name of all things good is going on down here?” Esme asked as she rushed down the stairs, her eyes were big and she fell silent, still clutching her book.

“What am I going to do- what am I going to do- what am I going to do- what am I going to do- what am I going to do” Edward said pacing as I did the same, except I kept on saying, “This can’t be happening- this can’t be happening- this can’t be happening-this can’t be happening.”

This was scary, disturbing, and freaky. I had no intention of becoming Edward.

The rest of the family rushed down stairs, all came to a stop by the still frozen Esme.

“But she…and he…and OH MY GOD!” Emmett stammered. He was pointing from Edward to me and back again.

“What the hell is going on around here?” Jasper asked freaked out.

“Whoa.” Rosalie muttered.

“This would explain that weird vision. God, this is funny.” Alice snickered.

“NOT HELPING!!!” Edward and I both screamed at them.

“Hey Jasper,” Emmett said to him recovering from his stunned state, “talk about a freaky Friday moment, huh?” he snickered. Jasper laughed.

“Hey Bella and Edward! Or should I say Edward and Edward! Or maybe, hey Thing One and Thing Two!” Jasper said laughing even harder. A couple other family members laughed as well. But Edward and I were definitely not laughing.

“Maybe if you run into each other and bump heads you could change back to your regular selves, it worked on the movie anyway.” Emmett laughed.

“Yeah, eat any fortune cookies lately at the same time?” Jasper joked.

“It’s the parent trap!”

“Or Kyle XY.” Emmett said. Jasper looked at him confused. “What, I thought he was a clone!” Jasper rolled his eyes.

“It’s like Mary-Kate and Ashley, except in the male version…but you’re not anorexic…” Emmett’s voice dimmed as Carlisle began to speak.

“Bella, I think we have just found your new power.” Carlisle said.

“My what?” I asked him. I thought this day would never come.

“Your power Bella. Explain to me, what were you thinking or doing before this happened?” he asked me. I didn’t want to answer snogging, but then I was thinking about Edward.

“I was thinking about Edward.” I voiced my thoughts.

“Interesting. Bella, can you try and think about yourself again, please.” Carlisle requested. Think about myself?

So I just thought about what my favorite color was, what I looked like as a human, what I looked like now, what used to be my favorite food, and then people gasped around me.

Edward looked relieved, and so did everyone else, except for Emmett and Jasper.

“I still think it would have been cool if they ran in to each other.” Emmett mumbled silently as Jasper nodded in agreement.

Esme gave them a scolding look as I went back to the mirror, Sure enough, I was myself again. I rushed back out to the front room. “What did it?” I asked Carlisle.

“I believe if you think about someone really hard you can change into that person, it’s a useful gift.” He explained.

“Try it out!” Alice said. So I thought about Alice, what she looked like, what she likes to shop for, and then when I opened my eyes I was a foot shorter. I raised a hand up to my hair. It was short and spiky.

“Cool, I have a 3-D mirror when I need it!” Alice exclaimed. She was going to make me wear what she would pick out to see how it looked on her-some gift.

Then I focused on Emmett, and then I was a foot taller than my normal self.

“Now I know what you meant by freaky.” Emmett gulped looking at me as Edward nodded. I then changed back into myself.

“Well, now we will be prepared for the Volturi tomorrow, I suppose.” Carlisle said as he headed back up to his office. Oh no-the Volturi…….