A/N: I own nothing. All characters and their likeness belong to Stephenie Meyer.
It was near the end of her senior year of college. In two months she'd be walking across the stage in her cap and gown, but Bella was praying she wouldn't trip and embarrass herself in front of the entire university.
"Quit worrying over it or you'll make yourself fall," her best friend Alice said. "It's not like it's tomorrow. Shit Bella, you've still got two months before you have to worry about any of that! "
"You know I'm a total klutz. I'm just so worried I'll bust my ass in front of everyone."
She had been a patient at a hospital in every state she had ever visited. Starting at the tender age of 18 months, Bella had broken her ankle, fractured her knee cap, broken her arm, had too many sprains and strains to count, and had taken more falls than any one person should ever take in one lifetime. When she got hurt, she never did it half-assed.
Somehow through all the injuries she brought upon herself, Bella, was a great student and a talented musician. She was graduating from college 2 years a head of all her friends, because she started taking college courses in high school. She played the guitar, the piano, and had a wonderful singing voice.
She had been sitting in her room in her apartment, picking out a new tune on her guitar when a loud banging noise came from the apartment next door. Thinking she was hearing things, Bella started strumming away on the new melody she just created. The banging started again.
It's 3:00 in the afternoon, I know no one is asleep and I'm waking them up. She thought. Whoever is banging on this wall can chill out. If I have to hear them having sex at all hours of the night, they can deal with my guitar.
Feeling a little bitter toward her neighbor, Bella, broke out the keyboard she kept under the bed, turned the volume up as loud as it would go and started finding a counter melody to the one she had just made on the guitar. Suddenly, the front door was being assaulted by someone's fist, and the poor doorbell was going to die if she didn't answer the door soon.
"What is it you asshole?" she yelled as she realized it was her neighbor, Edward, that had nearly pummeled her door to bits.
"Can you fucking keep it down? I didn't get any sleep last night, and now I can't go to sleep because someone is putting on their own private concert in the room next to mine," He barked.
His eyes were blood-shot and sunken in, and she could tell that he hadn't had any sleep. Of course, she also knew that he hadn't gotten any sleep last night because he was busy banging the brains out of some chick. Yeah, I haven't gotten much sleep either she thought.
"Well I'm sorry if my extracurricular activities keep you up in the middle of the day, but yours keep me from getting any sleep at night, so I don't really see suitable solution right now." She said calmly before, attempting to shut the door in his face.
"What are you talking about?" he yelled as he charged in her apartment startling her and making her take a few steps back.
"I can hear you having sex through the walls, and I can tell you she's a screamer." She replied.
Edward's eyes turned black with anger. "I don't know what the fuck, you're talking about. I haven't been in the apartment for a month, because I went home to deal with some family stuff!" He yelled.
"Well somebody has been getting busy in your apartment, cause I know what sex sounds like, and it's been happening a lot over there lately!" She screamed back.
He looked at her as if she had just sprouted another head and claimed the sky was green.
A/N: This is my first attempt at fan fiction. Let me know what you think, and if I should continue the story.