I'm probably way too excited posting another update so soon but I had two chapters written already and those who left reviews asked for more and of course, I had to oblige. To those who followed and favourite, thank you so much, it really means a lot.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, I just wish I was Stephenie Meyer.

I didn't realise I had fallen asleep until I opened my eyes and found it was suddenly dark out. I had gotten my flight on Friday afternoon, UK time, and that brought me into the confusing cycle of America being eight hours behind. I changed into my silk pyjama shorts and camisole as I checked my watch. It was clearly wrong so I decided to leave my room to find out where the fuck I was in the day.

It was silent out in the hall; almost too quiet but I knew the Cullen's wouldn't leave me alone in a house and town I didn't know. As I stepped out of my new room, I stepped on a piece of paper and prayed to God I didn't get a paper cut. Those things were deadly.

Reaching down, I read that poor Alice saw me sleeping and was dying to wake me up.

Bella, we decided to let you sleep although you're missing out on possibly the best Saturday ever. I opened up your suitcase- sorry, I couldn't resist- to see what you liked and found mostly composition books and old novels by dead people. You're the first teenager I've met who reads for fun. Anyways, your clothes are horrible and must be fixed. We have Sunday to shop. There's food in the microwave if you're over your sickness. Come find me in the morning when you're well rested. Alice.

God, this girl was crazy. I laughed at the absurdity of the note and decided I'd eat the food left out for me. I tiptoed downstairs and into the kitchen. It took much longer because I hadn't had time to explore the house at all once I got here.

In the kitchen, I ignored how big and grand it was and just went straight to my food. Rosalie had made pasta bolognaise and even reheated it was fabulous.

I looked around for a clock and found it was eleven o'clock. I must've been seriously jet lagged.

I cleaned up my mess, careful not to clash dishes as the family slept above me, although the house was so big I probably wouldn't have even disturbed a mouse. I decided now was a better time than ever to explore the home because I wasn't the least bit tired anymore. I wanted to call my mum and let her know I was safe but she was eight hours ahead and already in deep sleep. She could wait until morning.

As I looked around the darkened house, I stayed clear of the grand piano. I didn't want to make that mistake again, even though I knew Mr Cullen was fast asleep in bed. I turned on as little lights as possible; just enough to see each room. There were so many doors on the bottom level of the house that it was unnatural for a family of three- used to be four.

It made me wonder how they got a house like this. What did Rosalie work at? Did she have two jobs? I knew Edward was a teacher so no way could they come into such wealth like this from that job alone.

After searching through each room I got to the last door before the back yard and made a point to go and check that out too. The forest behind the home looked too exciting to pass up. I didn't even worry if there were bears or wolves.

I opened the last door cautiously and stepped inside, seeing tons and tons of records, cd's, music sheets taped to the walls and bags meant for holding instruments within them. If the moon wasn't shining directly into the window of this specific room, I probably wouldn't have noticed Mr Cullen sitting at the desk before me, writing rapidly on a sheet of music.

I could hear Bach playing softly on the radio in the corner, careful not to disturb others in the house. I probably could have escaped from the room quickly and quietly if I hadn't backed up too sudden into the door.

Mr Cullen turned around in his hard wooden chair, eyes wide and shocked to find little me staring at him in awe and, to be honest, fear. I had already upset him today so who knew what he would do now that I was snooping around his home. Fuck, Bella!

"I'm sorry, Mr Cullen," I stammered, breathless. "I couldn't sleep so I came down for something to eat and your house is so beautiful I just couldn't resist looking around. I didn't touch anything I swear."

"Bella, calm down," Mr Cullen sighed, waving me off. "Its fine, no one ever comes in here, that's the only reason I jumped. I'm not mad at you, relax. It's just a room."

I nodded but didn't truly believe him. He was obviously annoyed that I had invaded his personal space. But I just couldn't understand why he was in here so late.

"I'm still sorry, I should have knocked or something," I said, embarrassingly low.

Edward laughed suddenly. "You didn't know anyone was in here! Its okay, Bella, honestly. Don't be so afraid of me."

I gave him a look that indicated all I had for him was fear over what happened earlier. Mr Cullen's face fell immediately.

"About that… I'm sorry Bella. I shouldn't have come at you like that, I just couldn't help it. No one has touched that piano since…" Edward trailed off, looking to the darkened floor.

"What was his name?" I whispered, knowing what he was getting at.

"Alec," he muttered, his voice still full of pain. It broke my heart.

"He took after you in music?"

That made him smile.

"Yes. He was incredible. He knew he was and that's what scared me the most about him. I thought his cockiness would get in the way of what he could be. Guess that was the least of my worries."

I closed the door, knowing it was safe to stay in here with him now. We were communicating and I tried my best to stay on topic and not ogle over his perfection. It was obvious Mr Cullen hadn't spoken about the death of his son in forever.

"How did it happen?" I asked him, softly, sitting down on the edge of his desk whilst he sat, rigid next to me in his chair.

"Car crash."

"How old was he?"

"Sixteen."

"How long ago was it?" I said.

"Last year."

"Does it still hurt?"

"What do you think?" He demanded and then caught himself. "Fuck, I'm sorry."

I shook my head even though he couldn't see. "It's okay, I know how you feel."

"Sure."

I took a breath, knowing he was just angry at the loss of his son and not me. Maybe the last question, but not me alone.

"My brother died three years ago," I admitted into the darkness.

I could hear Mr Cullen stop breathing the second the words fell out of my mouth. I don't even think I meant to say it. I never talked about my brother because it hurt too much but knowing Edward had been through something similar made it easier.

"How old was he?" Edward said, not bothering with the usual 'I'm sorry'. I liked that about him so far.

"He was sixteen, but it happened on his seventeenth birthday," I explained, ridding my thoughts of that horrible day.

"Does it still hurt?" Mr Cullen mocked me.

"I'm not sure. If he had died another way, maybe I'd be okay today, but I never talk about him, so I'm not sure what I feel anymore."

Edward turned to look at me fully and understanding was all I could see in his eyes as the moon shone down on us both. My plain, muddy brown eyes were hopefully working their magic on turning golden in the light. I wanted to feel somewhat beautiful to the man before me.

"What happened?"

I knew what Mr Cullen was asking and saying it out loud to him would be great progress on my behalf. My old counselor would be so proud.

"He killed himself," I said quickly. "He was sixteen years old and was offered multiple scholarships to multiple universities for his exceptional talent at violin and yet he wanted to die. I guess money and power isn't happiness for everyone."

Before I could let my tears fall from my eyes, I was in the arms of my caretaker, breathing in the scent of him as it surrounded my senses. I could barely stand knowing I was in the strong embrace of Mr Cullen, but he held up my weight effortlessly.

"I'm so sorry, Bella," Edward whispered into my hair, kissing it so lightly I barely felt it.

"Me too, Mr Cullen," I panted against his chest.

He was so big compared to my fragile little body, it was almost hilarious to look at. He held me until I stopped crying and I swore I could feel a few tears fall into my brown hair at the expense of his own loss. We were a mess by the time my breathing was back to normal.

"How's that for a first conversation," Mr Cullen joked and I giggled like a schoolgirl, wiping away the remnants of my tears.

"I liked it better than you screaming at me, if I'm honest," I smirked and my heart stopped when he winked at me playfully.

"All in good fun, little one," he said coolly and it did some interesting things to my body when he called me 'little one'. But instead of acting like the little girl he thought I was, I decided to play back.

"I'm a legal adult according to my country and your state actually," I smiled, challenging him. "I'm in as much a position of authority as you are, little one."

Mr Cullen's eyes darkened suddenly and I pinched my legs together in my shorts, unable to control my body any longer.

"You're eighteen?" Edward asked and I gulped.

"Yes. I turned eighteen on Thursday."

Mr Cullen stayed silent after that but it wasn't awkward between us. The moment we had before all this tension wouldn't allow us to be awkward. We got to know each other's deepest sadness. We had a friendship now.

After what felt like a lifetime of sexual tension on my behalf, Edward spoke up.

"We should get to bed. I'm sure you have a long day ahead of you- shopping with Alice."

"How did you know…?" I trailed off, not sure if I wanted to know.

"I found my daughter snooping around in your stuff and ordered her away. I made sure to read the note in case it had any vulgarity in it. If she's anything like me that's exactly what she'd write."

I ignored the blush that crept up my body at the thought of Edward seeing me sleep.

"I guess she takes after her mother," I replied, rising from the table, not missing the look he gave my legs as I walked towards the door to leave. "I kind of wish she had your vulgarity, sir."

Edward's eyes widened at my last comment and I smiled, hoping he didn't think I was a little whore with the double entendre. "Goodnight Mr Cullen."

"Goodnight Bella… little one."

Short and sweet. I hope this will keep you satiated until my next update. My schedule is definitely going to be the weekends. I cannot guarantee a specific day, so keep a look out on Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays.

Once again, thanks for reading and please review! Reviews are love and I love to hear what you have to say! Because I'm new to this site, I've a 24 hour waiting period before I can reply but I promise all questions will be answered in future chapters. Olderward is my favourite.

Meg.