New fanfic! This one is about Edward as a lead singer in the band Forever Dawn. The title of the story had NOTHING to do with the sequel Stephenie Meyer had originally written for Twilight. I just liked the name Forever Dawn. :D Basically, Edward and hit it off and Bella has to choose between a normal life and Edward... I won't say more. :D Please read, and thanks!

1. Edward

"Oh my God Bella, you are the luckiest girl in the world. Wait, scratch that. You are the luckiest girl in the universe," Jessica told me, her gazed fixed intently on my TV screen.

I groaned silently. Over the past couple of weeks, I had heard those words thousands of times. Apparently I, Bella Swan, was the luckiest girl alive.

"He's just so… hot," Jessica said, stating the obvious. But to me, Edward Cullen was more than just "hot". He was simply exquisite.

Right now we were watching him being interviewed on Entertainment Tonight! by a perky blond woman, who was shoving the microphone into his face. "So Edward," the reporter began, jerking the microphone back to her own lips. "Tell me what we can expect from the band in the future?"

"The band was just discussing this a few days ago actually, and we came to the conclusion that we should take a break, or a timeout I suppose you could say," Edward explained in his smooth, syrupy voice. The blonde gave a loud gasp.

"No! You don't say? Tell me everything!" she practically screamed. This was already old news to me. Edward's band, Forever Dawn, was more or less a family band. He was the pianist and lead singer, alongside Rosalie Hale, the other lead singer, who was pretty much considered the most gorgeous woman who ever lived. Edward's sister, Alice, played the drums, and his brother, Emmett, played the bass. Rosalie's brother, Jasper, played the guitar. They were all intertwined in relationships- Emmett and Rosalie, Alice and Jasper. But Edward, Edward was all mine. We met at one of their concerts. My dad, Charlie, had gotten Angela, Jessica, Lauren (I had an extra ticket, and she was Jessica's best friend. She wasn't my top choice.) and I backstage passes for my seventeenth birthday. He had bought them for next to nothing. Apparently one of his police friends was friends with one of the band's body guards. Talk about lucky.

The rest was history. Angela and Jessica managed to somehow inform one of the band members (Alice, I think) that it was my birthday. I ended up having a song dedicated to me, and I got to shake hands with every one of the band members. I remember Edward catching up to me before I left, and he gave me a quick hug, promising he would call on the cell number I had given him. I thought for sure he was just saying that to be nice, but lo and behold the next morning I was awoken by the chirping of my cell. It was Edward of course, and the first thing out of his mouth was, "Bella Swan, I can't stop thinking about you."

Edward briefly informed the blonde of the story, casually running his long, graceful fingers through his bronze, red-brown hair. He didn't need to. It was already tousled to perfection. "We just need some alone time, away from each other. I want to spend more time with my piano, writing more songs." Edward and Rosalie were the unspoken leaders of the band, mostly because they were the lead singers. Edward's velvety baritone accompanied Rosalie's pure soprano beautifully. Edward did most of the interviews though. Rosalie was usually off at her job as a part-time model or getting facials at a spa. She didn't have time for the interviews, as Edward once told me.

"Bella, you are so—,"Jessica began.

"Ugh. Jessica, didn't you just say that five minutes ago?" I asked, annoyed.

Jessica shrugged her shoulders. "In case you haven't noticed Bella, you are. Stop denying it."

"I'm not denying it. I just get tired of hearing it. I get it. I'm lucky. You can stop rubbing it in my face all the time," I said, crossing my arms defiantly.

Jessica started laughing. "Come on Bella, do you hear yourself? Honestly," she chuckled, shaking with laughter.

My next witty remark was cut off by the sound of my cell ringing. I picked it up quickly. "Hello?" I answered, silently trying to shush Jessica.

"Hey, Bella," the familiar, sultry voice of Edward replied.

"Hey, Edward!" I exclaimed. Jessica's laughter died at once. Her eyes widened.

"Do you want to hang out tonight? I'll be in town," he told me, slightly breathless.

"A date? Here? In Forks?" I asked. Jessica pretended to faint. I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't help the smile that exploded on my face.

"Yeah, how about I come by at six to pick you up?" I heard voices in the background. He was most likely busy.

"That's fine. I'll see you then," I told him. I heard someone call his name.

"Can't wait. Bye."He hung up. That was the thing with Edward. His phone calls rarely lasted thirty seconds.

"Oh my God," Jessica breathed. "Bella you are so—"

"Don't," I said, "go there."

"I can't believe this. Edward will be here?! At six!?" she cried.

Even though she was rather crazy, I had to hand it to Jessica. She wasn't bitter at all about me and Edward's relationship. Lauren has yet to speak to me ever since I told them about Edward's phone call that one morning. She was probably the best looking girl in our little group, and she normally got most of the attention from guys. Needless to say, she thinks that I took the man of her dreams. Ugh. I can't stand her.

Jessica was still screaming random nonsense about how the hottest man alive was my boyfriend, and that Edward - Edward Cullen - was going to be a regular here at Forks, Washington.

Four hours later, I was sitting across from Charlie in our living room, waiting for Edward to pick me up. He was sweating bullets and muttering to himself. No doubt he was rehearsing for some big speech he was about to give me.

Just as I suspected, Charlie cleared his throat loudly after a few minutes, signaling that he had something important to say. "Bella," he began. "As your father, I realize it's my responsibility to warn you about…" he paused, scrunching his face up in concentration. "About how… difficult relationships with celebrities are," he finished, letting out a breath.

"Dad, I understand," I assured him. Charlie frowned.

"I don't know Bella. You know those slimy, greasy journalists who are paid to cause scandals. And those photographers," he shuddered. "I just want to you to be careful. Be responsible. I don't want you to be the next big outrage in Hollywood." I was surprised how much he actually knew about the dirty world of Hollywood rumors. He must have really done some research. I had to give him credit for that.

"Dad, don't worry. It's not like we will be out in the open. No one will see us. We'll try and find some place private where no one will be breathing down our necks," I explained. As soon as those words came out of my mouth, I wanted to smack myself on the head. Charlie's face flushed a deep red then quickly turned to a purplish-blue. Obviously the idea of me being alone with Edward was a bigger deal than being chased by paparazzi.

"Bella," he choked out angrily. "You will not—" He was cut off by the sound of the doorbell ringing. He gasped for breath, trying to calm done. He stood with me as I went to get the door. "I don't want you alone with Edward, Bells. I mean, you two might get…" he paused, searching for the right words, "frisky, and that will lead to—"

This time, I was the one that cut him off. "Dad!" I hissed, my face flushing in embarrassment. "Trust me," I told him in a hushed voice as I reached to open the door. "I doubt there will even be kissing tonight," I lied. This seemed to make the purple of his face fade away.

"Bella," Edward greeted me as the door swung open. I gave him a smile.

"Hey, Edward," I replied. He bent down and gave me a quick peck on the check. Crap, I thought. I could almost feel Charlie's face turning blue. Edward sensed the sudden tension too.

"Good evening, Charlie," Edward said, sticking out his hand for Charlie to shake.

Charlie squinted his eyes and gave Edward's hand a quick, hard shake. "Good evening Edward," he grunted.

Boldly, I grabbed a hold of Edward's hand and pulled him out the door. "'Night Dad," I managed to call before I slammed the door shut behind me. Now Edward led me to his car, smirking. "What?" I asked as he pulled the passenger door open for me.

"It's nothing," he lied as he shut my door and made his way over to his.

Once he was in the car, I pressed him further. "Tell me. Why are you smirking?"

His smirk turned into his famous crooked grin that I loved. "You just seem eager to get out of there, that's all."

"Trust me, if we had turned to go only a second later than we did…" I trailed off mysteriously and shuddered.

"That bad?" Edward asked, not bothering to hide his amusement. We were driving along the slick road that wound through most of Forks. A steady drizzle of rain made it almost impossible to see the road.

"Actually, probably worse," I told him. "We'd probably still be in the house, with Charlie drilling you about your sex life."

"I could handle that," Edward said with a chuckle, not the slightest embarrassed.

I snorted. "Let me finish," I said. He turned to glance at me for a second, waiting for my answer. "He'd be doing that with a shotgun in his hand." Edward's brow furrowed. "One wrong answer, then BAM! Suddenly, I wouldn't have plans for the night." He laughed out right. I rolled my eyes.

"I don't believe you."

"It's your life," I muttered with a shrug. Edward only laughed harder. "So where are you taking me?" I asked after his laughter died down.

"Port Angeles," he said automatically. I waited for him to elaborate, but he was silent.

"What are we doing there?" I finally asked. He was still silent, his face unreadable. I poked him in the ribs.

Finally he looked at me. He sighed. "Jeez Bella, can't you take a hint? Maybe it a surprise," Edward said, dragging out the last word.

"Fine, have it your way," I mumbled. He grinned again. I turned on his radio, and began aimlessly flipping through the stations. I settled on one playing a catchy alternative song I had never heard before. I patted my thighs to the beat, studying Edward as he concentrated on the road. His emerald green eyes were impossible to read. He didn't look nervous, excited, happy, or even… bored. He just looked… perfect. I would have mistaken him for a statue if it weren't for his steady breathing, the slight turn of his hands as he guided his silver Volvo down the road, and the occasional blink.

Suddenly, a new song came on; it was a song I recognized immediately: his song. Edward suddenly snapped out of his trance-like stare. "Bella," he groaned. "Please change the station."

"No," I whispered. I hummed along to the moody ballad ripping through the car.

It's strange how much I need you

How much I miss you, how much I want to be with you

I'm breaking - tearing at the seams

All I want is for you-

You to be with me

Now Rosalie's voice rang out high and clear by itself.

The air I breathe is suffocating without you here

I miss your sweet breath against my ear

Telling me that I have nothing to fear

Now Edward's voice melded in with hers, creating the most beautiful sound I had ever heard.

"Don't you worry my dear. I will always be near," Edward sang along. His voice was soft, almost impossible to here over the throb of the bass. The song erupted into the chorus. Now it was impossible to hear Edward. I watched his lips form the words to the song.

I want to catch you when you fall

Standing strong and tall

Holding you so close to my heart

Your body is soft and warm

I need to protect you from the harm

Holding you so close to my heart

The song continued, but I was too enraptured by Edward to pay attention to the lyrics anymore. He was an angel. The way his soft lips formed each word perfectly, barely pausing for breath, the way his striking, deep eyes never left the road. Suddenly I wished that his gaze was on me, and that his lips were on me. I shivered at the thought. I wondered if he had any idea what he did to me.

I wanted the song to last forever. I wanted this moment to last forever. We were shrouded in the hazy green world around us, and I wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch his arm. I wanted to lovingly caress his face. I wanted to trace his jawbone with the gentle touch of my fingertips, to let him know how much I wanted him - no, needed him.

The song thrummed to an end before abruptly changing to The Ting Tings "Shut Up and Let Me Go." Even though I found the song unbearably annoying, I didn't change it. I didn't move. I was frozen with the realization I had just made.

I was in love with Edward Cullen.

So guys, I hoped you like it! Those song lyrics were totally wack - they came off the top of my head. I'm going to be out of town tomorrow, helping my brother get set up at college. My next chapter will be after I come back, and I hope to see some reviews too for this chapter when I come back. Later Gators!
P.S. There will be a little romance scene in the apartment building... if you make it to the next chapter. :P