Bella sat lazily sprawled out on the living room couch. She was automatically flipping through the channels on T.V. Her eyes stared at the screen, but she didn't really comprehend what she was seeing. Her head was cocked toward's the front door, listening for the sound she had been listening for all afternoon. Charlie had left for a fishing trip a half hour ago, so...
A sudden light tap on the door made her leap up from the couch and rush to the door. As she fumbled over the locks, in the back of her mind she barely recognized she hadn't fell. Which was no small feat for her. But then, as a smile spread across her face, she threw the door open and everything she was thinking disappeared as she looked into two golden-topaz eyes.
"Edward!" she exclaimed when she could safely talk again. With one fluid movement he walked (which in his case was more like gliding) into the house closed the door softly behind him, and hastily pulled her into his cold stone arms. She wrapped her arms around his waist ans waited for her heart rate to return to normal, or as normal it could be with Edward in a 25 foot radius. He pulled back to look down into her eyes, her favorite crooked smile started her heart rate up again. "Did you miss me, love?" She could only nod her head yes before he softly kissed her.
Several long minutes later, Bella and Edward were sitting on the couch. Except this time she was on his lap instead of all spread out. The TV was on the same channel that Bella had left it on when she had made the mad dash to the door. Edward reached for the remote and turned the volume up. The opening theme of American Idol came on and Edward groaned. Bella grinned and turned to face him. "What is your problem?"
He raised his eyebrows and gestured towards the screen. "It's all so fake, half the people can't even sing. It the judges say they're good, then they're good."
"But after that America votes on who they like the best."
"No, they vote on who dresses the best and looks hottest." He contradicted her.
"Your just jealous that you can't sing." She leaned her head on his shoulder.
He scoffed," I can sing."
"Prove it."
"I'll sing for you right now if you want." He said as he reached over to brush her cheek.
"It's not enough if you sing for me, you have to sing for everyone."
"Well, if I sing, you have to sing to, and you know Alice will want to, and Emmett, and Jasper..."
"So, we will have our own little American Idol. Except I will not be singing."
"Silly Bella, of course you will."
So Bella and Edward headed for his house to start what could be the best thing that had ever happened to American Idol since Clay Aiken. (I love Clay Aiken!!!!!!!!)