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Edward Cullen

It's…

Uhm, well it's…

Quaint.

"It's lovely gran. Thank you." I grinned at my grandmother as I watched her worried face change from accomplishing my happiness. Yes, it's quaint. Small and boxlike, yet charming. With a double bed against the right hand wall, a chest of drawers opposite the door, my sound system in the right hand corner, aligned with the door. There's a desk, a bedside table and a lamp. No TV. That's okay I don't watch TV anyway. Just music.

"Well, it's a tiny village, and until I can get your driving license sorted out for here you're going to have to stay put unless your grandfather and I are free to take you somewhere, not that you know anywhere to go at the minute anyway, right?" she chuckled and I couldn't help smiling at her again. She's not an elderly grandmother; Carlisle and Esme aren't very old.

"There're a couple of youngsters in the village, other than that it's just cows and us old folk." She winked, I sighed. I already missed Ben.

"As awesome as it sounds trying to find someone my age within a ten mile radius, I'm kinda tired so… if it's okay, can I just go to bed?" I asked her, rubbing the back of my neck and feeling the fatigue throb at my body. I peeled my t-shirt off and dropped my pants, flopping onto the bed in just my boxers.

I woke up about an hour later, realising cold weather didn't agree with me and pulled the comforter up to my chin, rolling myself up like I used to when I was little, in a cocoon.

I was awoken again by the muffled sound of a tinny piano riff as it rang out right beside my head. A British voice joined in, singing in a distinct accent, I rubbed my eyes and tried to focus my head on the words, recognising them and smiling.

"We wake up, We go out,
Smoke a fag, put it out,
see our friends, see the sights,
feel aaaalright"

I listened to the rest of the song and heard a deep bass note drag out across the bed beneath me, I frowned slightly, trying to recognise the song. Thom Yorke's delicious uniquety washed over me as he started to sing and I could cry knowing my grandparents had a mildly good taste in music.

"When you were here before
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
And I wish I was special
You're so fuckin' special

But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here.

I don't care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice
When I'm not around
You're so fuckin' special
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here.

Every feeling I'd had so far, of not belonging here, being in the way, burdening, being a complete fucking freak, and wanting to get out, was suddenly and ironically erased.

I leapt up and threw on the same jeans I was wearing before my nap and bypassed the shirt in my excitement. Running down the stairs and flying into the room where my grandparents sat. I became aware that rather than the music getting louder the further into the house I got, the more it was disappearing. My grin faded slowly as I strained my ears to hear any remnant of music at all.

"What's up honey? Are you okay?"

"Gran, were you playing music just now?"

"No dear, we don't really play music, it's okay if you want to though. There's only one family attached to the house, and they're pretty flexible."

"Which wall are they attached to, please?"

"Uhm, yours dear, your grandfather and I are on the other side of the house."

"Thanks!" I called running upstairs and hearing the mid song drum beat of another song thrumming through my room. Placebo rang out with Nancy boy and I rested my forehead on the wall as I knelt on my bed, hands on the wall and a grin on my face.

"And it all breaks down at the first rehearsal,
got the muse in my head she's universal,
spinnin' me round she's coming over me.
Kind of buzz that lasts for days
had some help from insect ways
comes across all shy and coy
just another Nancy boy.
Woman man or modern monkey
just another happy junkie
fifty pounds, press my button
going down.
And it all breaks down at the role reversal
got the muse in my head she's universal,
spinnin' me round she's coming over me.
Does his makeup in his room
douse himself with cheap perfume
eyeholes in a paper bag
greatest lay I ever had
kind of guy who mates for life
gotta help him find a wife
we're a couple, when our bodies double.
And it all breaks down at the role reversal
got the muse in my head she's universal,
spinnin' me round she's coming over me.
And it all breaks down at the first rehearsal,
got the muse in my head she's universal,
She's comin' over me."

Thank you lord. Music.

I spent the rest of that day just laid on my new bed, hands behind my head listening to whatever deity was behind me playing songs for my soul. Rescuing me from condemning this village just yet.

There was a pause in the music and I pulled my cell from my pocket to check the time, almost 1am. Well shit, over twelve hours wasted on my bed.

Happiest twelve hours ever.

Bella Swan

My house is falling apart, like, not even just a bit old. Falling apart.

The doors don't close, the floors have holes in, the toilets don't flush, and the sockets all die when you use them.

But after Elizabeth and Edward's new addition, I wouldn't move for anything.

I was tidying Emmett's room when I saw them pull in, they got out of the car and Edward went to the trunk to get a suitcase of some kind, pulling it out as Elizabeth opened the back door and leant in, pulling back out and being followed by a God.

Like, no jokes, he was a God.

I saw a head of bronze hair lean out of the back door, before swinging its legs out and reaching back to grab his bag, he stepped out of the car and I took in his white t-shirt, too tight around the biceps and across the front planes of his chest. I peeled myself away from the window before I could catch his face and ruin all other men for myself.

I picked up all the glasses and plates I'd gathered in my brother's room and headed downstairs to put them in the dishwasher. I loved having the house to myself, my parents were gone for the weekend to see Phil's parents and Emmett was staying with Lauren.

About an hour later I was done, the house was spotless and I was upstairs booting up my lap top. I picked up the remote next to me and pressed play on one of the mix CDs from Jake. I smiled softly as Hallelujah came on by Jeff Buckley and I left the volume low for the soothing song.

I found my finger pressed into the 'up' button about three minutes later though as Supergrass joined me. I hummed along with the brits and started doing crazy dance moves in my chair. My 5 year old Border terrier, Fagin, like off of Oliver Twist, remained curled up in the centre of my bed, completely used to me being an idiot.

Every time one CD ran through I changed it, I was in a musical mood and Jake had made me all these really fuckawesome mixes.

What felt like ten minutes later it was 1am and as much as I knew Elizabeth and Edward were the BEST neighbors to grace the earth, I also knew I'd be pushing it.

The next day I made myself some curry for lunch, but the only ingredients we had were for four people.

"I really wanted curry Fagin! Ohh fuck it." I made four person curry, dishing some onto a plate for myself and putting the rest in a Tupperware tub. Winking at the dog I went out the front door, tub in hand and swung my leg over the fence, knocking on Edward and Liz's door and walking in, shouting "Mr. and Mrs. Cullen?" When Edward appeared around the corner into the living room I was sporting a huge grin and watched as his face lit up just as mine was.

"Bella? Oh my gosh! Child come in here, what is that fantastic smell? Are you gracing us with your cooking?"

"No, Mr. Cullen I just made a little too much, it's just me this weekend, thought you might like my sloppy leftovers." I grinned again to show I was joking.

"Oh, child you've no idea. My wife's taken my grandson to be enrolled in the school; can I send you the tub back later? No doubt she'll want some." He was still smiling and inhaling deeply. I laughed.

"Of course Mr. Cullen, like I said it's just me, so just come in when you bring the tub back, I won't hear the doorbell from my room, if you just pop your head in and yell at me." I winked at him and turned to leave.

Edward Cullen

I finished eating the fantastic food I'd found in a bowl in the microwave after another afternoon nap. No music today. Never mind.

"Edward Honey, the tub you're eating from is from next door, their daughter made too much food and brought some over for us, so if you're not busy can you just run over the lawn and take it back." Gran smiled at me and I chuckled softly, knowing she'd slipped that 'not busy' in there even knowing I blatantly had nothing to do.

"Haha, yeah gran I'll do it now."

I knocked on the door and waited, rang the doorbell again, knocked just once more and then decided I'd finally been courteous enough and to just walk in like my grandfather had said. When I pushed the door open I was met with a red stair case, the carpet was ripped and pulled up halfway up and it was freezing.

"Hello? Mr. and Mrs. Swan?" I yelled, I could hear soft chords coming from the staircase and felt my legs start to work of their own volition, carrying me up.

I pushed another door whilst calling out "Hello?" Only, when the door opened and there, in the middle of a white comforter with scarlet flowers, was a goddess, long wavy hair, straight cut fringe and perfect little nose, her lip trapped between her teeth and her fingers softly strumming a large mahogany colored bass guitar.

I couldn't really see her body other than the huge breasts leaning on the body of her guitar. Oh good lord, I'm such a boob guy. Her legs were crossed, and curled up at her feet was a small reddish brown dog looking straight at me with eyes that were huge, deep and loving. I instantly liked him.

I didn't see her eyes until a millisecond later when she stopped strumming and looked straight at me. Gazing into her eyes, I was completely unable to control my body. The tub dropped from my hands, my jaw dropped and my cock went from semi to fully erect flagpole.

"Shit. You're an angel."