Important A/N: So I was stupid for thinking I could stay away from writing another series. They're addicting. This series will be about movies! Yay! Also, everyone will be human. Just a twist I though I'd try. Yes, I will be taking requests, but I will ask you to refrain from requesting animated movies. I don't know why, but I want to stay away from them.

Warning: I have no idea when this will be updated. I am currently working on 2 more WIPs as most of you know, "Audio Life" for Twilight and "Big Casino Magic" for CSI: Las Vegas. As well, I'm trying to increase my fic amount for "City Of Bones" and "City Of Ashes". Check them out if you know the fandoms, if you don't, please be patient.

Read and review? Enjoy!

Chapter Based Off: SwimFan

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of the characters.

Fan Of The Piano Man

ClassicalFan98: Hello Edward.

PianoMan: Who is this?

ClassicalFan98: Remember last Friday night?

PianoMan: What are you talking about?

ClassicalFan98: You do jest.

PianoMan: …

ClassicalFan98: The jazz festival at The Vogue. You took the stage for exactly one hour.

PianoMan: Who the hell is this?

ClassicalFan98: You played magnificently. At first sight, I fell in love with your aura. You're love for the song.

PianoMan: You're freaking me out.

ClassicalFan98: Don't you remember me, Edward? I'm your biggest fan.

PianoMan: Are you a stalker?

ClassicalFan98: I forgot something in your car that night. You know, after the show?

PianoMan: My girlfriend's father is the Chief of Police. I'm calling him in ten seconds to have this conversation traced.

ClassicalFan98: Can I have them back, Edward?

PianoMan: Have what back?

ClassicalFan98: My panties.

PianoMan: Oh god.

ClassicalFan98: I left them in your truck.

PianoMan: …

ClassicalFan98: Do you not remember? Let me jog your memory- they were black and lacy.

PianoMan: That's it. I'm calling the cops.

Just as Edward reached the phone next to his laptop, a high pitched dinging noise came through the speakers. Turning back to the computer, he recognized the pop up immediately. "You have received one new email from ClassicalFan98". Hesitantly, he clicked on the message. When it opened, it revealed a picture of Bella in a bright yellow sweater, smiling widely, and holding up a sign that said "Got Ya!"

Shaking his head, he muttered "Silly Bella," before striding over to his dresser and opening up the top drawer. Dipping his hand inside, he emerged with a pair of feminine, blue silk boy shorts draping from his index finger. "What am I going to do with you?"