I alas am not the wonderful Stephenie Meyer. Twilight belongs to her, and my fanfiction belongs to me! Enjoy.
By the way, this chapter is in Bella's point of view, as well as being a bit shorter. The next one is on the way! I promise!! Reading the reviews and seeing many of you have put my story on alert makes me so happy! and since then, more wonderful ideas as to how far and where this story will go!


"How do you get your cello home?" he asked her, glancing at the instrument by her side.

"Very carefully." she answered. A small smile touching her lips. She was having fun with with his questions, which began flying out of his mouth after she declined his offer to carry her cello.

"Tell me why you won't let me touch it again." he asked as she switched hands. The thing could get quite heavy and hard on the hands.

"This instrument belonged to my great-grandfather, I'm keen to keep it in my care." she replied, "Besides, it's older than both of us put together."

He laughed at that. Right...

"Well, at least you let me carry this heavy thing for you!" he exclaimed, shrugging to emphasize the bulky messenger bag full of music. Bella gave him a warm smile.

"Thank you by the way." she said. She was surprised. She was actually enjoying herself! Normally she didn't like to mingle with people. More so since she found out.
well, she wasn't going to think about that day now. She was 'happy.' And that's all that mattered, right?

He was staring at her again.

"Don't you ever watch where you are going?"

He rolled his eyes. "Have I run into anything yet?"

Bella just shrugged to herself. He truely was walking perfectly straight. She on the other hand had almost fallen down about three times. Once on the perfectly flat tile down the hall, another spot right outside the door, and finally just a second ago when there must have been a rock out of place on the ground.

Sasha (my cat.): Why is she the one with the cello!
Me: I don't know... she's human?
Sasha: True, humans are clumsy... You rolled over on me last night. Again.
Me: Hey! Let me get back to the chapter!
Sasha: ...

They were nearing her red truck now. Standing by her door Bella dug in her jean pocket for her key.

"Tell me how..." Edward began, eyes searching for a reasonably safe spot for the bulky instrument.

"...I told you, very carefully."

She opened her door and somehow defied reality by comfortably fitting her cello in the passenger seat.

"I'm impressed." Edward whistled.

"Yeah, yeah." But a triumphant smile showed on her face. "Well Edward, it was nice of you to listen to me today."

She wondered if he noticed her choice of words. Could he tell she meant to say 'Come again tomorrow!' and 'Please don't come back!" at the same time? He studied her face for a moment before answering.

"It was my pleasure, really." he answered. "Would you turn me away if I came back?"

Now it was her turn to think about what she was going to say. So many answers were running through her mind. She wanted to shout 'Yes!' then 'No!' all at once.

"Well," she said slowly, "I don't mind, but if I ever plan on perfecting the Williams piece by the talent show, you'll need to leave me alone every once in a while. It's hard to fix mistakes with an audience."

"You're going to be in the talent show?" he asked incredulously, "You'll be the best act."

"It's for Charlie." she replied, "he wants to see me perform in front of people befoer I..." she stopped herself from saying it, "...graduate." she breathed.

Oh my God! She practically screamed at herself. She had almost told him! What was she thinking? Wait. She wasn't thinking! Now was definately a good time to go home.

"I guess I can understand." Edward agreed, "People should hear you play, you're amazing."

She blushed. "Thanks. But I really neet to go home now." She really needed to get her brain checked.

"See you tomorrow!" he said.

"Yeah."

Once behind the wheel in her truck Bella took a few deep breaths. Starting the engine.

Was this really what she wanted?

Pulled out and put the truck into drive.

Did she want Edward to know her? Her secrets?

Slowly she pulled onto the highway.

Could she really be friends and have secrets?

As the road curved towards Charlie's Bella shook her head. I'm going to sleep on it, she decided.

Ch. 2 End


Thanks for reading! I know this one is a little bit shorter (only 100 words!!) , sorry! But I'll hopefully get two more chapters in by tomorrow. Maybe if you're lucky, I'll post another tonight. Sigh... we shall see... work creative mind! work sore hand!

Jane Pierre