( Takes place after Edward left Bella in New Moon.)
It's been five years since Edward left Bella. Edward became a famous british singer with the alias of Clyde Mason in England while Bella became a famous dancer in America. What happens when they cross paths when Bella is a dancer in Edward's new music video, She Will Be Loved? Read to find out.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse, or any of the songs in this story.
Beauty queen of only eighteen
She had some trouble with herself
He was always there to help her
She always belonged to someone else
I drove for miles and miles
And wound up at your door
I've had you so many times but somehow
I want more
I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
Tap on my window, knock on my door
I want to make you feel beautiful
I know I tend to get so insecure
It doesn't matter anymore
It's not always rainbows and butterflies
It's compromise that moves us along
My heart is full and my door's always open
You can come anytime you want
I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
I know where you hide
Alone in your car
Know all of the things that make you who you are
I know that goodbye means nothing at all
Comes back and begs me to catch her every time she falls
Tap on my window, knock on my door
I want to make you feel beautiful
I don't mind spending every day
Out on your corner in the pouring rain, oh
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
Please don't try so hard to say goodbye
Please don't try so hard to say goodbye
I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
(She Will Be Loved; Maroon 5)
Edward slid the headphones off his head and sauntered out of the recording room. "Awesome job, Clyde. Go get some sleep, you look like you haven't slept in days." Edward's manager, Nathan, said to him as he walked towards the door. Edward nodded once, sniggering to himself, 'Hah, I NEVER sleep,' before disappearing through the doors. As soon as he reached to his silver volvo, walking a bit faster than a normal human would, he quickly opened the door and jumped inside. Once the door was closed he ripped off the pale blond wig and ruffled his messy bronze hair.
As he drove, his mind wandered to something he has been trying to distract him self from. It has been five years since Edward left his angel for her own safety. He sighed, feeling the terrible ache in his chest. Her long, strawberry scented hair, her deep chocolate brown eyes... He grimaced as gripped the steering wheel, almost crushing it in his strong hold as a sharp twang of pain went through his chest.
"Stop it, Edward..." He muttered to himself. He began humming one of his songs to try to dull the pain. Edward sped down the highway as his humming turned into singing. "I want a girl with lips like mophine, blow a kiss that leaves me gasping..."
Suddenly, Edward's cell phone vibrated in his pocket. He growled, upset that his quiet singing was interupted. He yanked the vibrating phone out of his pocket and sighed as he glanced at the caller ID.
"Hello, Alice." Edward said into the phone with all the enthusiasm he could muster. Which wasn't that much.
"Edward," Alice's soprano voice rang from the small cell phone. "You must get home soon, Carlisle would like to speak with you."
"If he wanted to talk with me, why didn't he call and say so?" Edward responded blandly.
"Because I had a vision he was going to talk to you about something. Rose and I are going shopping, talk to ya later!" And with that, the phone went dead.
"Bye Alice..." Edward muttered into the phone. He tossed his cell phone onto the passenger seat in his car. "I wonder what Carlisle wants to speak with me about..." He thought, turning into the long drive way that led to his house.
Edward lounged on a chair in Carlisle's office, waiting impatiently for his "Father" to return from his job at the near by hospital. Before Edward's mind wandered to his angel, he began to sing quietly one of his songs he wrote in one of his darker moods. "You see I cannot be forsaken, because I'm not the only one. We walk amongst you feeding, raping. Must we hide from everyone?"
"Good afternoon, Edward." A britsh sounding voice said. Carlisle smiled slightly at his son before taking a seat at his desk. "I know this singing thing is because you need a distraction from..." He hesitated. " Bella." For a moment a pained expression crossed Edward's face as the name of his angel triggered many memories. Edward motioned for Carlisle to continue, going back to the emotionless expression he started out with. "Anyways, it was smart of you to create an alias for yourself, but people are going to start to notice that Clyde Mason isn't aging."
"I know," Edward snapped. "But it's the only thing that keems me from being a empty shell! Remember those first two years? All I did was mope, and the family was miserable. Do you want me to be like that again?"
Carlisle sighed. "Of course not, but we can't be exposed. We've been in London for four years now, and we should be starting over soon. We can't exactly start over when you're still Clyde."
Edward put his head in his hands. "I don't know what I would do without Clyde, he is the only thing keeping me sane..."
--------------------------A random Ballet Studio in New York City------------
Bella sat at her desk in her office, listening to her assistant teacher, Michelle, blabber on about some European rockstar. She smiled and nodded her head ocassionally when the time seemed right. " Oh yeah!" Michelle practicly yelled, causing Bella to flinch. " You have to get your flight set up for that interview in London. Maybe you'll get to meet Clyde Mason!" She squee'd loudly, scrunching up her face and flailing her arms. Bella laughed nervously, not really caring.
"Well, I, like, need to get ready for class. Talk to ya later!" Michelle smiled brightly and waved insanely, skipping out the door. Bella smiled at Michelle, but as soon as the door closed she bashed her head onto her desk. "Holy crow, that girl can talk..."
Bella sighed, wrapping an arm across her torso. Ever since he left, she was empty inside. Putting on her smile, and dancing made everyone else happy, and why should they feel her pain? As long as she got through life... it all worked out. Sorta.
She rested her head on the desk for a bit, until she realized that the girls were going to be arriving soon. Slamming her hands on the desk, Bella stood up abruptly. "No more thinking! Dancing time!" And with that said, she marched out into the studio.
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