Facts to clear up for all: 8D

Age:17- high school.

Status:Human

Job:Edward teacher people to play certain instruments to get money, he isn't rich, so he has to work for what he gets.

Why he is not noticed: Edward sort of has a bit of a self esteem issue- though he has no reason to! – He's "brimming with hotness" as 'Intoxicated by his presence' said. LOL. And he was the kind of person who wanted attention so eventually it just kind of became that way, and he regrets being that way now.

Family:Sister Alice, parents Carlisle and Esme. Jasper and Rosalie are twins but are their own family, Same with Emmett. Edward isn't rich, and Carlisle is now studying to be a doctor so he's in and out most of the time. So Alice and Edward try their best to help their mother out, turns to cook dinner, turns to wash up and all that.

Edward:He tends to exaggerate things a bit, but with Bella, he gets really nervous and excited and worried all at the same time, I mean…this is DREAM GIRL, of course he's going to be…flustered, its part of this Edwards charm though.

Next chapter of this should be in a few days, i have to get my other stories posted first!

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Appréciez!!!- Enjoy in French…I think….

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The mobile phone:

Usually something most teenagers couldn't do with out, a small piece of technology that held their lives in it. Almost all teenagers in developed countries have one, or at least want one. They are usually on the top of the Christmas or birthday present list; the latest versions are what teens save up for. To not have a phone would almost feel like social banishment, and right now, all I felt like doing was throwing mine out the window.

You would never think that such as small piece of plastic could cause so much worry and stress. I mean, it was just sitting there, in the middle of the kitchen table, innocent as ever, not giving any hints to the fact that at any moment the ring tone could start playing, with an Angel on the other side, wanting to talk to me.

"Edward I don't get why you're worrying." My sister Alice sang from behind the kitchen bench. I forced my eyes away from the phone for the first time since I got home to look at my sister. Alice was at this time struggling to open a can of spaghetti, Mums pink apron going down to her feet. "I mean, this is Bella, Bella Swan. You should be happy, not freaking out; you look like you're going to go all psycho killer on your phone."

I glared at my sister as she picked up a steak knife from the draw and began to pretend to stab something, making some weird face, trying her hardest to rub it in that I was freaked.

"Yeah, well, you like an elf in that apron; you should get one in miniature size." Alice's mouth dropped open wide, her expression completely unbelieving. It wasn't everyday that I usually threw her size in her face, it was sometimes a touchy subject.

Alice's eyes squinted up, shooting gasoline drenched, lit on fire daggers at me. She held up the knife, looking eviler than Elmo saying 'I know where you live.' "Didn't anyone ever tell you, Edward," She spat out my name like it was poison. "That it's not wise to insult an elf while the elf in question is holding a knife!"

It was scary how someone so small could look terrifying like Alice managed to, but I knew from experience, when we were little and we play fought…she's unstoppable, she just has an endless supply of energy, and…even if she didn't have a knife, her elbows are its equivalent, and when she digs one of those into your thigh…ouch, enough said.

I kept my face blank as I answered; trying to keep up a cool façade, show that I wasn't still worrying about the phone call to come. "Is that a threat Alice?" I made a tsk-ing noise with my tongue, shaking me head as though appalled. "On your own brother?"

One of Alice's eye brows raised, her face as cool as stone, she wasn't fazed by my sarcastic comments. "No, dearest brother of mine who I love dearly," Alice exaggerated, putting the steak knife back down and walked around to the kitchen table where I sat, the phone placed directly in the middle of the table. "I'm threatening your phone."

Before I could even register exactly what that meant, Alice leaned across the table and swiped the phone away. She held it above her head with her fore finger and thumb, ready to drop it at anytime. "Alice…what are you doing?" I asked warily, keeping an eye on the phone that was awaiting the call that I had been waiting for.

Alice ignored my question, holding the phone even higher so it had more of a drop. "I'll drop it, Edward. I swear I will." She smirked evilly at me; she could see an easy victory ahead.

"No," I stood up out of my chair and reached for her but she stepped back. "Please, Alice, don't drop it, please, please, please, don-" I started begging, I needed to get that call. Alice rolled her eyes and threw me the cell phone, smirking the entire time.

"See, don't freak or worry about getting the call." Alice placed her hands on her hips, giving me a knowing look. "You want it; otherwise you wouldn't have been so desperate to get it back."

As much as I frowned on my sisters methods of self realisation, I knew that she was right. Why was I freaking out? I mean, Bella'scoming to me, what do I have to worry about? I nodded to Alice, "Yeah, you're right. I have nothing to worry about." I put my phone in my pocket, and shrugged nonchalant.

"Yeah," Alice smiled encouragingly, "Play it cool, Mr. Smooth Moves." She ran her hand over the kitchen bench to emphasise 'smooth', smiling wickedly as she did.

"Exactly," I nodded more urgently, pepping myself up. "Mr. Smoo-" The piano version of Clair de Lune started up loudly. I looked at Alice questioningly. It took me a second to realise where it was coming from, Alice and I both looked to my right pocket at the same time.The phone!

"Answer it Edward!" I hadn't even realised that I hadn't moved since the realisation hit, the phone was ringing. Blinking rapidly, I dug my hand into my pocket, palms suddenly feeling unnaturally slippery. When I finally managed to pull my phone out, I quickly pushed the little button with the picture of a green phone.

I swallowed hard to clear my throat, and I could feel my heart pounding in my ears. "H-hello?" I took a deep breath trying to slow down the speed of my heart. Alice covered her mouth with fingers, trying not at laugh at how 'Mr. Smooth' was handling things. There was a pause on the other end, making me anxious to hear that angelic voice…but what if it wasn't her? Maybe she had changed her mind, then this was all for nothing.

"Hi," Bella's voice greeted on the other end, sounding slightly distracted, yet so smooth…unlike me. "Is this," I could almost see her pausing to look at the person's name. "Edward Cullen?" I swear my heart stuttered to a halt when she said my name…for the first time ever.

I could feel my mouth opening and closing, with no words to be heard, I needed something to say…something…with out stutters in it. I looked at Alice desperate eyes, but she just wiped her hand across the kitchen bench again, projecting the image 'smooth' to me. "Hello?" Bella asked again, probably only hearing breathing from my side.

"T-this is he," I rushed out, turning my back on Alice as she laughed at my expense, not even trying to cover it up anymore.

"Oh, well, my name's Bella Swan-" Bella spoke very formally, obviously not realising that this was someone she passed everyday at school. What a depressing thought. "And, um…is this a bad time?"

My eyebrows lowered, still trying to get my breathing back to normal, as I tried to understand how she got that impression. "No, I'm fine. What gives you that idea?" I speed walked away from Alice and out into the front yard, feeling a little less pressure knowing I wasn't being watched by Ms. Know-it-all.

"You just seem…a little flustered." Bella laughed a little, obviously feeling a little nervous. Oh, she had no idea how right she was.

I cleared my throat, thinking up a reason that wouldn't be embarrassing to give. "I, um, just got home." Well that was the lamest lie of the century. "W-what were you calling for?" I changed the subject, getting to the point- already knowing what the point was of course.

"Oh, right." I could hear the smile in Bella's voice as she herself only just remembered the point of this call. "Well, I saw your poster today at school for music lessons, and piano was listed, so, I was just wondering if I could ask a few questions."

Bella sounded so much younger and innocent over the phone, so much more delicate. I idiotically nodded to say go on, but then realised she couldn't see me. Yeah…smooth move…I felt burning at the tips of my ears, knowing that they were turning bright pink, even though I only embarrassed my self in front of my self. "Go ahead, shoot."

"Okay, well, I guess you could just tell me about…your experience with Piano-since that's the instrument I want to learn." Okay, decent question. I sat myself down on the porch steps, resting my elbows on my knees. The rarely seen sun was getting lower and lower, lighting the clouds in tints of brilliant oranges and purples.

"Um," I thought of a place to begin, feeling nervous still. I couldn't even see her yet she was still making me act jittery. "Well, my mother used to be an at home music teacher so I grew up around music," I explained, deciding to start off right at the beginning. "I completed all the Piano levels by the time I was twelve, and as soon as I hit fifteen I've been helping my mum with lessons and taking my own."

"Aw," I rose my eyebrows at Bella's 'that's so adorable' noise. What was so adorable? "That's so sweet of you. Helping out your mother, a lot of guys wouldn't."

I laughed a little, feeling at little more at ease. "Yeah, you know, I'm one of a kind," I joked, getting the response I wanted, a laugh from her.

"I'm sure" She teased back, condescendingly. "Okay, next thing I need to know," Bella began, getting back on track. How I wished that we didn't have to. "How much?" I flinched slightly at her abruptness. This was something I didn't really like talking about. How much money I was going to take from someone, I knew how hard it could be when you didn't have the money to spare. "I mean, on your poster it said cheap, but I want to know how much this will take out of me exactly."

"Look, Bella, I don't want to cheat you out of any money," I began. "So I do this with all the people I teach, I let them have a trial, see if they like how I do things, and then you can decide whether I'm worth giving money to."

There was a brief pause of the other end of the line, "That's so nice of you. How old are you anyway?" Bella questioned. I felt a poke in stomach…this was just more proof that she had no idea who I was.

"I'm seventeen."

"Really?" Bella's voice seemed intrigued. "That means you're in my year. Do I have any classes with you?" My face fell even more, that was another sharp stab to the gut.

"I had two classes with you last year and one this year." I could hear in my voice the the immense disappointment, and I felt the bitter twinge in my stomach as I thought about how great it must be to actually be noticed by Bella Swan. There was the little green monster again, crawling up my back.

"Oh," Was all Bella was able to say. Sure, why not? That's all you really can say to finding out that you haven't noticed someone that's been around you for over two years. But as I've seen before, Bella was different, she actually felt bad about bad things, and she actually had a heart. "Edward, I'm so sorry," Her voice burned with sincerity and I felt a foolish hope rise in me. Maybe I didn't need to be extremely popular to get this dove's attention, I just had to make her pity me.

Yeah, because that would be good in the long run…how? A little voice questioned in the back of my head, almost sounding like a tinier Alice.

"It's alright," I assured her half-heartedly. It was everything butright to me. "We run in different circles anyway," I continued, this time telling the exact truth. "I've never even really tried to talk to you."

Bella sighed, and I knew that she still felt bad. "No, it's not alright. I feel terrible." There was anger and regret in Bella's voice, clearly directed at her self. Although I hated knowing that she was beating herself up because of me, I couldn't help but feel a sick happiness that it might make her give me more attention. "You should talk to me in school too," Bella added, encouragingly. Bella wants me to talk to her. "I don't bite, I promise."

A smile was slowing stretching across my face, wider and wider until I felt like I was about to break. Bella Swan… "Yeah, maybe I will." There was no doubt that I sounded way happier than before, inside it was almost like fireworks going off, but I tried not to seem to over joyful, and I think I managed quite well if I do say so myself. Mr. Smooth hasn't lost all hope just yet.

"Okay then," Bella sounded a lot more relieved, seemingly having that weight on her chest a little lighter. "Are you free tomorrow for that trial?"

I didn't even think before I answered, "Yes," All I knew was that if I did have something planned…it was cancelled. Then again…Maybe Mr. Smooth should just take things slow. "I'll give you my address?" I asked, maybe just a little to eager.

"Ah, yep, just let me get a pen," There was some shuffling on the other end while I was practically resisting the urge to jump out of my skin. My foot started tapping impatiently, waiting to finally get the chance to let the new found adrenaline release itself. "Okay, what is it?"

I recited the address that I had lived at since I was young, already imaging, Bella…my house…music….me…Bella…music…hour alone…Bella…Bella…Bella…

"Okay, well say hi to me tomorrow at school, okay?" She told me in a stern voice, but I was hardly paying attention to that I was reply 'sure', too preoccupied with Bella…my house…me…music…hour alone…music… "Okay, well, bye." And then the dial tone was echoing through my ears.

I lifted my self off the porch slowly, my body still feeling pumped through with energy…Play it cool…this is no big deal…I mean, your teaching her how to play piano, what's the big deal with that?

Ah, Girl of dreams plus me plus teaching piano equals…Nobody talking to somebody for the first time ever, that's a big deal.

Smiling I pumped the air with my fist, hissing 'yesss' all the while. But once weren't enough and I felt compelled to do that a few more times, probably looking like I was pretending to squish something.

"What the hell are doing?" I abruptly stopped what had turned into a somewhat awkward dance and turned to face Alice's almost disgusted face. I knew I should be embarrassed but I couldn't care less…It was confirmed…I was going to have an hour alone with Bella, and that was more than I could hope for. "Seriously Edward, you need to either control your emotions, or learn to not look like a freak while your excited."

Things were finally looking up…

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Aye capt'n, we should be giv'n this here girly a review, I can feel it in the wind says I. ---------? Does that even make sense...?-----------