Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, the characters or anything else related to it. It's all Stephanie Meyer's. This alternate universe is mine though.


"Are you sure you don't want to come with us tonight, Bella?"

My mum's question snapped me out of my reverie. I'd been thinking about the assignment that I had left to do until the last minute.

"Mum you know I'd rather shave my head than sit there and listen to Mikey Newton for 2 hours drone on and on and freaking on to something that I wouldn't even classify as music. As much as I adore Midnight Sun and I think Edward Cullen is a sexual beast, I can't justify putting myself through the torture of listening to Mikey Newton just to see Midnight Sun open for them. Besides, you know I've got an assignment due tomorrow that I've done fuck all of."

Midnight Sun was one of my all-time favourite bands. I've been a fan of them for the past 3 years, their music- soulful and rocky is exactly the type of music I want to produce myself. Then there's the lead singer, Edward Cullen. What can I say about Edward? The man has women fawning all over him everywhere around the world. He's one of those "Holy Crap, are you actually real?!" type of attractive guys, emerald green eyes that can stare into your soul, copper sex-hair that you just want to get your hands lost in and a smile that makes all the women and gay men melt into puddles of goo on the floor and makes straight men hate him. Don't even get me started on the tattoos… But the man's voice. Edward Cullen sings like he's lived a thousand years and experienced everything that life could have possibly throw at him. He has soul.

I'm not one of those typical fangirls who would scream in the band's faces when I saw them; I mean what the hell would that achieve? I am a woman and yes I can appreciate the attractiveness of the men in Midnight Sun, but more than anything, it's about the music. It's as if they're speaking to me beyond the lyrics. It's the tone of voice, it's the rhythm, and it's the melody. It feels as if these men are playing their music like it's the last thing they'll ever do. That's how I want other people to feel when they hear me sing. Music has always been my passion and what I want to do with the rest of my life. Edward Cullen and the boys from Midnight Sun are not just my girlie crushes, they are my inspiration and my idols.

My mother sighed. "Woah, ok Bella, no need to get all snarky…and don't say that about Mikey Newton, I love his music! I just know how much you love Midnight Sun and I can't believe you're going to miss their first show here in Australia."

"Thanks mum, really, I've just got too much going on at the moment with university that I can't afford to take the night off, plus I bought a ticket to see them in New York when I go over to the States next month. It kills me that I'm missing out on them tonight but I just can't justify spending that kind of money to see them on stage for 30 minutes open for someone else when I've got my trip coming up. Get me a t-shirt or something from the show though! I love you."

Mum kissed the top of my head

"I love you too honey. Have a good night and try not to stress too much."

I smile at my mum's clear worry. It's moments like these that remind me of how much I am her daughter. I get my worry from her.

"I'll try not to, now get out of here! You can't miss my boys! Call me in intermission and tell me how amazing they were!"

My mother Renee was the best mum a girl could ask for. She loved fiercely and was loyal- sometimes to a fault. At times she could get a bit overbearing and protective when she forgot I was an adult, but it was only because she cared. She's been married to my dad Charlie for 25 years now. Charlie was one of those men who has the answers to everything. Wiser than anyone else I know, he's always there as a shoulder to cry on and to give some solid advice.

After two hours of work, I was on a roll and kicking this essay in the butt when my phone rang and scared the shit out of me. I looked at the caller I.D. Alice- this was going to be an interesting conversation.

Alice was my best friend. We'd been friends ever since high school when we were at school athletics and she broke her leg trying to do high jump. I stayed with her and distracted her while waiting for the ambulance. I guess this is what happens when a midget tries to do high jump. Five foot nothing of pure energy and general craziness, Alice was my girl.

"Hola Miss Alice what's up?" I answered cheerily.

"BELLA! I have a fashion emergency!" Came Alice's extremely loud, urgent response.

I sighed. This is going to be good. "And what would that be? Can't find matching socks?"

"Fashion is not something to be joked about, mole! I'm packing for the trip and I can't decide whether to take my knee-high or thigh-high black leather boots! I need your help!"

I shook my head at her 'emergency'.

"First off, I am not a mole, bitchface! Second, what the hell are you doing packing already? We're not leaving for another month and third, you don't even need long leather boots! We're going to be in America in the middle of summer!"

I hear a huff on the other end of the line.

"Well I'm packing already because unlike you, I don't like waiting until the day I leave to pack for 8 weeks! Shoot me for being organised!"

Alice was right, I was notorious for waiting until the day of, to pack. I loved travelling, it was one of my favourite things to do, but I hated packing more than anything. It was too much pressure!

"And I can't leave my boots behind! I just bought them and they're so cute!"

"Alice, we only have a 23kg luggage allowance, you know that right?" Surely she knew!

I'm met with screeching from Alice herself.

"WHAT THE FUCK?! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO ONLY HAVE 23 KILOGRAMS OF OUTFITS! THIS IS SO UNFAIR!"

Ouch my ears!

"Alice, calm down psycho! Of course you're only allowed a limited amount of luggage! If you took all the baggage you wanted to, the plane would drop out of the bloody sky!"

Sometimes I couldn't believe how ditzy my best friend could be. I mean surely you research these things, right?

"Fuck, well now this changes everything! I have to repack, I'll talk to you later!"

I didn't even get a chance to respond, she was gone already. That girl was a whirlwind. Hurricane Alice… had a ring to it actually.

I needed to relax after that phone call so I decided to treat myself to a romantic bath with me, myself and I. I decided to go the whole nine yards; bubbles, candles, a nice glass of red wine and Midnight Sun's latest album playing in the background. I lost myself in Edward's voice, joining in with my own harmonies, imagining the songs as a duet between the two of us. We were perfectly matched.

After successfully turning myself into a prune from the water, I got out and wrapped myself in my big fluffy towel and walked out to my bedroom. I checked my phone to see what time it was and found myself having three missed calls from my mother.

"Shit, better call her back" I muttered to myself.

Mum picked up after two rings.

"BELLA!"

Again! Jees! Why does everyone have to be so shouty tonight?!

"Hey mum, is everything ok? I had three missed calls from you."

"WAIT A MINUTE BELLA!"

"Mum would you like to tell me what's going on? You're shouting and it's really got me-"

"Hi…Is this Bella?"

A voice cut me off who was definitely not my mother. My mother's voice was not manly and pure velvet. My mother's voice was not American. I knew this voice, I had just been singing with it 2 minutes ago.

Fuck me. It was Edward Cullen.


A/N: This is my first attempt at writing a fanfic, but I'm a long-time lover of reading it! Please don't throw virtual eggs at me!

PS. If you find some of the spelling or some of the phrases weird, I'm Australian and writing Bella as Australian. Edward is American and if I ever write from Edward's POV, I'll write it as an American (hopefully).

Have a great day, thanks for reading!

x CM