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A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes

Hindsight is 20/20, right? What if Bella knew the events of Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse, and the first portion of Breaking Dawn before they transpired? How would the story change? Would it stay the same. Thanks to MRSBellaCullenBlack for the amazingly wonderful banner! A Dream is a Wish your Heart Makees


20. A Sunny Parking Garage

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Driving too fast, Edward and I crossed town to the waterfront. Looking up, I saw the sign for Pike’s Place Market. The cobblestone streets teemed with crowds snapping pictures of the historic landmark.

“Pike’s Place Market?” I raised an eyebrow at Edward.

“Shall we go watch some fish throwing?” he asked with a smirk.

“Sure,” I replied, rolling my eyes slightly. I could throw the fish Charlie brought home. I missed our meadow right now. Why had I let Alice keep me from it?

As I silently cursed my best friend, Edward gently slid his arm around my waist, pulling me close. How I had missed him holding me! Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him swallow painfully. He still didn’t know how much he could trust himself.

Staying to the shadows was tricky until we crossed the road and reached the safety of the covered stalls. Strolling up and down the walkways, we poked our heads into several shops.

Stepping into Rose’s Chocolate Treasures, I realized how hungry I had become. My stomach rumbled. Hearing the sound, Edward insisted we buy an entire stock of candy. Once again pulling out his credit card, we walked away with a large bag full of delicacies.

Sitting down on a bench across from a guitar player, Edward handed the bag to me. I ate a few chocolates, and asked, “Do you remember what it was like to eat chocolate, Edward?”

Leaning back, Edward seemed to be a million miles away, literally remembering another life. “I remember very few things from my human life, but I have a hazy recollection of drinking hot chocolate with my mother during the winter once.”

“How old are you, Edward?” I asked, knowing the answer already.

“I’ll tell you someday. I think it might bother you, if you knew.” His eyes were very serious.

“You’re just making me more curious…”

“Curiosity killed the cat, you know,” Edward replied,

“I think we’ve proven I’m willing to risk death,” I replied sarcastically.

“Unfortunately. You really should stay away from me, you know. I’m dangerous. One day you’re going to finally realize this, and you’ll run, screaming as you go.” The sadness this statement evoked dampened both our moods.

“I’m not going to run away,” I replied stubbornly.

“You can’t know that without knowing everything I’ve done,” he argued.

Well, I do know everything you’ve done; you just know that yet… “I’m not running away. You changed the subject. How old are you?” I folded my arms and looked out at the bustling city.

“I don’t want to tell you.”


“I’m afraid it will upset you.”

“If I can handle the fact that you’re a vampire, I think I can handle our age difference,” I pointed out.

“Fine. I’ll tell you tonight at dinner.” He continued as he saw that I was about to protest, “There are too many listening ears here.”


We next walked to the gum wall, and I marveled that a town would find such a place attractive. Voicing this thought to Edward, he responded, “Just think if you could see it with my heightened vision. All I can say is, don’t get to near it. The germs are literally jumping off of the wall.” His face showed revulsion.

We agreed that it was time to go to the Chanel Trunk Show, as Alice would kill us if we didn’t at least make an appearance.

Walking back to the parking garage, Edward received a call from Alice. Hanging up, he turned to me and said, “Alice says I need to ask you to go get the car while I wait at the corner. Apparently, there’s no way I can get across the street without being spotted.”

“Of course,” He handed me the keys, and I crossed the street. Walking up to the third floor, I proceeded down a row of cars. Seeing the familiar car, I stopped and fiddled with the keys.

Just as I unlocked the car, I heard a grimy voice in my ear, “Hello there, honey. What are you doing here all alone?”

Strong arms encircled me dragging me away. I was reeling. How would I come out of this one? This hadn’t been in my dream! How could Edward save me? No, I was on my own for this one.

Pulling me into an alleyway and down the street, the evil, faceless man kept whispering obscenities in my ear. His breath was rank. Seeing the group of men at the corner waiting for us, I began to realize just how much danger I was in.