A/N- IT'S BEEN FOREVER SINCE I'VE POSTED ANYTHING ON FANFICTION. LATELY IVE BEEN OBSESSING OVER MY BOOK THAT IM WRITING, STILL GOT A LONG WAY TO GO ON THAT TOO. ANYWAY THE LAST FEW CHAPTERS OF MAXIMUM BORDING SCHOOL IS KILLING ME AS WELL, I WANT TO GET THEM WRITTEN BUT SEEM TO HAVE WRITERS BLOCK EVERYTIME I TRY TO FINISH IT. UGH. MY NEXT MR FIC HOWEVER IS COMING ALONG AWESOMELY AND I WILL POST THAT AS SOON AS I FINISH MAXIMUM BOREDING SCHOOL.

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Chapter 3:

BPOV:

I was in 1918, and in front of me stood Edward when he was human. His eyebrows scrunched up on his face.

"I'm sorry. Do I know you?" he asked. I was still frozen in place. His voice, though now it was slightly less melodic than before, was still as enticing as before, so that I barely noticed the difference.

"Err- I'm sorry. I thought you were someone else. You just look so similar." I stammered, a blush rising to my cheeks, having to keep reminding myself that he did not know me. His green eyes flashed and he smiled at me. My heart skipped as it always did though this time, instead of feeling it would burst from my chest, it felt like it would take me to the skies.

"Oh." he laughed, and human or not, I heard wind chimes there.

"That's fine. It's just odd because my name happens to be Edward." He laughed again, and I felt a smile coming to my lips as well. Mentally I was shaking my head, he's not even a vampire and yet he still has so much effect on me. How is this fair? I wondered as I reached my hand toward his as if to shake.

"Hello, my name is Isabella Swan. Though, please, call me Bella." I said. His hand came out to take mine, and I was slightly surprised by their warmth when I was so used to the chill that usually came. Casually he turned my hand over and kissed my hand.

"A pleasure to meet you, Miss. Swan."

"You as well Mr. -" I looked at him expectantly so that he could fill in the blanks.

"Mason, Edward Mason."

"Mr. Edward Mason." I said feeling quiet satisfied with my grasp on the

current time and how I was supposed to speak. Most of which I had the gorgeous boy in front of me to thank, but he of course didn't know that yet.

"So Miss. Swan -" I cut him off.

"Please call me Bella."

"So Bella what-" however he was interrupted yet again by the sound of someone calling his name.

"Edward! Edward, darling! Wait a moment!" It was a girl's voice calling and I turned to see a lady running down the side walk, and she stopped as she got to us. I was powerless only to stare.

Sure, I had seen beautiful inhumanly lovely vampires before. Rosalie, Alice, Tanya, but the woman in front of me was by far the most beautiful human I had ever seen. She was so beautiful that if not for the blush on her cheeks, I could have sworn she was a vampire. She had a pale porcelain face with languish black eyelashes covering fiercely beautiful yet gentle emerald eyes. Falling in ethereal waves around her face dark lustrous brown hair fell to her waist, accentuating red painted lips. She wore a very simple yet subtly elegant emerald dress that matched her eyes, which were at the moment shifting between Edward and me. Inside me a jealous pang hit my heart and my mind churned, perhaps when Edward was turned he had forgotten all about having a beautiful girlfriend in his human life. Really, how could this beautiful girl be anything else? She had called him darling.

I watched as her eyes soon became calculating, as she looked between Edward and me. It was a look, I was shocked to find, which reminded me of Alice. A smile broke out on her face and then she turned toward Edward, though her eyes were still on me. Was that a hint of approval in them, I wondered.

"Edward, now where have you been hiding this pretty young lady? I haven't met her before. Shame on you." she told him, teasingly reaching up and ruffling a bit of his bronze hair. Edward's face flushed slightly and he looked embarrassed, which was certainly interesting to see. I couldn't remember Edward ever really looking embarrassed over something before, and I couldn't help the smile inching its way into my expression.

Edward sighed, but a small grin came to his face. "Mother." he said his tone slightly irritated. The beautiful woman laughed, and I was thrown into somewhat of a shock.

So this is Edward's mother, I realized, and I could have kicked myself for not realizing it sooner. Of course Edward's mom was beautiful; I mean he still looked like a sculptors dream even as a human. What did shock me though was how young she looked; young enough to make her look like Edward's girlfriend.

Sparkling emerald eyes starred at me and then Edward's mom reached out a hand for mine, which I quickly took.

"Nice to meet you, dear. I'm Elizabeth Mason, Edward's mom. You are?"

"Isabella Swan, but please call me Bella." She smiled.

"Bella." Then she turned to her son.

"Edward, before you go pick up those bags from Mr. Larson, I need you wait some tables. Marianne just called in, she's sick." Mrs. Mason's voice suddenly became grim and a sadness came into her eyes.

"I fear it might be the Influenza; the scientists are talking about a second wave," she said and Edward nodded. He put a hand to her shoulder.

"I'm sure she'll be fine," he told her and her expression went back to a smile and she looked over at me.

"Bella, why don't you come and see the little restaurant I run? You haven't seen it yet, have you? Come, I'll make you some tea. On the house," she said and hustled Edward and I back down the street toward the restaurant / flower shop. As we walked, Edward's gaze drifted over to me, and he smiled almost apologetically and then with his eyes looked over at his mother. I smiled and with my head nodded slightly that it was fine. His eyes met mine once more. Emerald gazed into brown eyes, so fiercely mesmerizing. My breath shortened some and I saw with a slight burst of shock that we were simply looking into each other's eyes all of a sudden. A slight look of shock passed by Edward's eyes as well when he realized he'd been starring and looked away, not before however I saw the faint bit of pink on his cheeks however. I bit my lip and smiled down at the ground in response. My heart was doing flips, and internally I was laughing joyfully. After all the teasing I endured with Edward with him always making me blush, for once it was I the one to make him blush.

Finally we entered the restaurant / flower shop and Edward and his mom led me to a table by a window. I looked around to find that the place was just a quaint I'd noticed from the outside. To me it looked like something just out of a movie. There was an almost root beer colored carpet, and wooden tables draped in lacy tablecloths. Against the wall in the back sat an old fashion styled bar with red stools, and then over to the corner were two rows of many beautiful and multicolored flowers. In the middle of the room sat an elegant black grand piano, that I must have heard someone playing earlier. The place was really enchantingly wonderful to be in, but of course I couldn't gawk and tried to remind myself to everyone else they saw this every day. Edward and his Mom, as soon as they entered, got me settled immediately and went to work. Over in the corner Edward's mom gracefully moved around a group of tables, laughing melodically with two women who sat at one table, and happily jotting down the order of two men at the other. I smiled to myself. I really liked Edward's mother, and in a way I realized that the reason I probably liked her so much was because her personality seemed almost like a mix between Alice and Esme. I was so glad I'd gotten the chance to meet her.

As soon as my thoughts turned away from the restaurant / flower shop and Edward's mother, Edward appeared from a back room. When he spotted me he smiled slightly and walked over. It was then that I suddenly pulled my gaze away from his face so that I could see what he was wearing. He hadn't been before, but now he had donned a waiter's uniform. It was black pants, and an almost but not quite white shirt, and then a black apron was tied around his waist. He stopped when he reached the table.

"Would you like some tea? It's on the house since my mother pretty much forced you to come here." He flashed a smile which I returned when I could catch my breath again.

"Sure." He left and came back shortly after with a white china cup with painted blue flowers on it. He set it down in front of me.

"Here we go," he said and then waited as I took a sip. I put the very warm tea to my lips, and felt the warm soothing liquid flow down my throat. It smelled like honey, and it sort of tasted like it too, along with a sort of flowery smell. I smiled up at Edward as I put it down gently on the small delicate saucer it was served to me on.

"Good?" Edward asked. I nodded.

"Very," I said and took another sip. It really was very good, and after all that I had been through the warm drink seemed to go through all of me filling me with an almost calm. Yes, I thought to myself, I was trapped in 1918 but I was with Edward now human or not I would get through this. Everything was going to be okay. Edward smiled down at me, his eyes twinkling, and then almost reluctantly he looked around the place. His smiled lessened some and he looked back to me.

"I have to get back to work okay, but I'll check up on you when things die down a bit. Call me if you want anything okay?" I nodded as I took another sip of the calming tea, and then I watched as he turned and walked away to another table and began to talk with them.

I leaned back in my chair then and contented with myself to just lean back and watch Edward and drink my tea. I sighed and my mind wandered. Edward, my Edward, back in my time. How was he? Frantic, I was sure. Was he sent to another time? Was he back in this time with me? Is Ash, that vampire that sent me here, still there with Edward? Are they fighting?

A sharp pang hit my heart. I had to know. Was he alright? What if he wasn't? My heart clenched and my worried state persisted until a voice brought me out of all thoughts.

"Bella?" I looked up abruptly, having found that I had started looking down into my cup of tea during my torrent of worried thoughts. I was startled too, by the voice. For a second there I had forgotten all about human Edward and when I looked up to find him standing there in complete human perfection my heart stopped. For an instant my mind thought it was seeing my vampire Edward standing there, having found some way to follow me into the past. The Edward in front of me's forehead crinkled in way I'd seen many times before in worry.

"Miss Bella, are you alright?" My reality set in then, and I shook my head.

"Oh I'm sorry. I was just thinking," I said but the human Edward's worried expression didn't leave his face. I noticed for the first time that he was holding a metal tea pot, and he poured me another cup of tea. Then he looked at the empty seat across from me then at the customers in the restaurant. As I now noticed their numbers had diminished in time that my thoughts had distracted me.

"I think I have time for a break now, Mr. Larson came in a few minutes ago and so I don't have to make that delivery. Would you mind if I sat with you for awhile?" Edward's emerald eyes gazed at me, and to my eyes he almost looked nervous. I smiled.

"Not at all," I answered and he took a seat across from me, setting the tea pot down in between us. We both sat in silence for a moment, then, before Edward gave me an awkward half smile that made my heart leap. It was a different smile than the one's I was used to. It was a boy's smile, innocent and awkward. It made me want to smile as well especially when a small blush crept onto Edward's cheeks.

"Um- I'm sorry about my Mom sort of dragging you here. I'm sure you were probably busy." He gave a soft laugh and he gazed toward his mother across the room. "She gets a little carried away sometimes."

His gaze returned to mine. "I'm sorry if we've given you any trouble."

I shook my head. "Not at all, actually I'm really glad to have come and meet you and your mother." Edward's blush returned, and his gaze searched my face timidly. We stared at each other for a few moments, before Edward changed the topic.

"So, do you live around here?" he asked.

"No, I'm actually just visiting for awhile."

"Really, are you visiting someone?"

My mind went over things I could tell him until I settled on something.

"Sort of. Except I don't know when he'll be in town, so I'm not sure for how long I'll be here."

"He?" Edward asked. Did I detect a disappointed look in his eyes?

"Yes, he's a friend of my fathers."

"Oh." The look disappeared.

"So you're staying with your father's friend?"

I paused. No, I didn't know where I was staying. I had suddenly had the idea that maybe I could find Carlisle and he could help me come up with an idea on how to get back. I told Edward that I didn't know when this so called family friend was going to arrive though, because I didn't have an answer for how long I would be here.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to pry." Edward cut in when he saw my hesitation to answer.

"No, it's fine." I assured him. "I just- I'm not staying with my father's friend. I just got into town actually when you saw me outside. I don't even know where my father's friend is actually." I frowned. "He's not exactly expecting me." Edward frowned as well, looking slightly disapproving. His forehead crinkled.

"So, you came into town by yourself and from the looks of it you don't have any luggage." I came up with an excuse fast so as not to cause any further suspicion. I tried to look dismayed.

"Actually on my way here, I was robbed." Edward's concern was through the roof now, and to my surprise, in a lightning fast move his hand reached across the table to gently grasp my hand sitting on the table. His eyes bore into mine for an instant a flood of sympathy, worry, and a fierce protectiveness enters his eyes.

"Are you alright?" his voice gentle. I nod, and despite myself find myself blushing anyway.

"Yes, I'm fine."

"What happened?" he pressed. I paused.

"Well I was traveling in a carriage." I started to make up a story.

"Alone?"

"Yes, no one was able to accompany me. I was a few miles away from the city, when robbers came and hijacked the carriage from me. I was thrown from the carriage and the robbers left me. Luckily I was able to get a ride from a passing carriage into the city, but all my belongings were taken."

Edward's eyes continued to bore into mine as I internally patted myself on the back for reading so many books that I could come up with such a story. And Edward said I couldn't act. Ha.

"I'm sorry." A pause. "The robbers didn't hurt you, did they?" I shook my head.

"No."

"That's good. Are you saying though that you don't know where you're staying then?"

I shook my head. "Well, I have some money, so I'll probably try to find a hotel to stay at for tonight."

"Nonsense!" I turned to find that suddenly Edward's mother appeared beside our table, a smile upon her enchanting face.

"Nonsense," she repeated. "You can stay with my husband, Edward, and I. We live just above this place, and as it turns out we do have an extra bedroom your free to use." The smile on her face widened, and I could only stare in shock. Could it really be so easy, I wondered, to be able to stay with Edward in this world?

"Are you sure?" I found myself saying in disbelief. Edward's mother set a loving hand on my shoulder and nodded.

"Of course. I'd have to ask Edward's father of course, Mr. Mason, but other than that I don't see the problem. You can stay as long as you want, dear."

I nodded my head, and smiled up at Edward's mom. She really was an amazing person.

"Thank you, but really if I stayed with you I would like to pay you something for your hospitality."

Mrs. Mason smiled the way I'd seen Alice smile when she wanted to play a round of Bella Barbie.

"Well, if you insist Dear. I can always use an extra hand around the restaurant / flower shop. No money needed, just help out whenever you can. Now you're probably very exhausted if I heard right when I was listening to your story." She turned to Edward.

"Darling, why don't you take Miss Bella up to the guest bedroom? I'll be up in a bit with something to eat." Edward nodded at his mother, and then with the hint of a smile around the corners of his lips he released his hand, still lightly grasping mine on the table, and led me towards the door to where the kitchen was.

The kitchen had one chef, an older woman with a pudgy face and wild gray hair clumped up into a messy bun. She gave Edward a cheery smile as he passed, smiled at me when Edward told her who was and how I would probably be around a lot and helping out sometimes from now on. Then once we were passed the kitchen, we found ourselves at the bottom of a wooden stairwell, with the stair ascending to a blue door.

Through the blue door was a hallway with wooden floors, as we passed a doorway Edward allowed me to look into the room. First we came to a door that led to a laundry room, where clothes hung out from a clothes line outside it. Then to a pretty sunlit room with a blue couch and a coffee table with a beautiful sunflower sitting in a vase in the center of it. Then off to the side sat a wooden boxlike thing with a speaker on it. A radio, this was the living room. Then the next door we came to was closed, and Edward lightly tapped the door.

"My father's study." he explained. "He's a lawyer." I nodded, now understanding why they appeared to be such a well off family. Then the next room was a tiny kitchen that Edward explained was really just to hold food for snacks if any of the family got hungry and didn't want to make the haul downstairs to the kitchen of the restaurant. Then the next rooms we came to was Edward's parents' bedroom, and then Edward's room.

I couldn't see into these two rooms however, because these doors were closed as well. Then finally we came to more stairs, except this stair case was narrower and we had to climb one at a time. When the door opened however, I found myself in a small room.

The room held one small bed with a bed quilt over it, and a wooden dresser sat in the corner. There was one window and from it, light poured into the room. A small book shelf sat against the wall closest to the door. I skimmed the covers of the book and found much to my delight that I had recognized a few of the books.

"Sorry, it's not bigger." Edward began but I stopped him with a smile.

"It's perfect." Edward's answering smile was just as wide as mine.

"I'm glad."