Hey I'm sorry the ending of the last chapter was such a cliffhanger.

Here are some more Edward anecdotes.

If you want to know anything more about Edward, just review and ask and I'll incoporate that into future chapters.

All characters belong to Stephenie Meyer except James and Henry

I paused to think. There was so much I wanted to know about Edward but he couldn't tell me all at once. In the moment, I wanted to know about his friends at school.

"You said you shared your apple pie with some friends…" I began. "Tell me about them."

"Hmm" He thought for a moment. "I don't remember much about my friends to be perfectly honest. I was the shy, quiet type and I kept to myself a lot. I remember my mother used to force me to go out on play dates. She was worried I didn't socialize often enough. But to be honest, the outside world held little interest for me. I was only interested in growing up, having a stable career, finding the perfect wife…"

He paused at that point, and squeezed me tighter against his chest. I looked up to have my lips captured in his, for a long, sweet kiss.

"Life just sort of…passed me by, you could say."

"Okay, but the few friends you had, were you close?"

"We grew up together. In those days everyone went to the same school and everyone knew everyone else pretty much. I think the two boys that I was closest to were James and Henry."

My eyes suddenly widened. Though most of my human memories were slightly blurry, my near death experiences with nomadic vampires were crystal clear. James (the nomad's) face flashed through my mind--his sneering, glaring, thristy look. I noticed I had stiffend, and quickly relaxed, but this didn't go unoticed.

"Bella, it's okay." Edward breathed. He slowly and soflty rubbed my back, calming me. "I won't let anyone touch you ever again. You're safe."

I waited a little before responding, getting a grip on myself.

"Thanks" I said softly, too low for human ears. "And I'm sorry. I shouldn't have reacted that way. It's the past now."

"Oh Bella," Edward sighed. "Don't be sorry. Those events will forever be engraved in our minds and there's nothing we can do about it."

He paused. "Would you like me to continue?"

I nodded.

"Okay so James and Henry. I don't remember their family names. Although, I do remember they were similar in class to me, and Henry looked an awful lot like Ben Cheney. You remember him?"

I nodded and smiled, long past my earlier episode. "Of course, Angela's husband"

"The three of us were pretty close. We were quiet, but we still got into trouble quite often; usually for drawing stick figures on our slates with coloured chalk when we were supposed to be practising our multiplication tables."

"Oh Edward, you're such a rebel" I teased.

He mussed my hair and kissed it. "I was indeed, but I wasn't the worst, no. There was another boy—Arthur, I think—who would get beaten almost every other day for being cheeky or talking back to the teacher.

"James, Henry, and I had similar goals in life. When we were in our early teens sometimes we would take a trip down to lake Michigan and watch the sea stretch on for miles and miles, wondering what our lives would be like when we grew up…where we'd be in ten, twenty, even fifty years. I'd hoped I would be old and dying, surrounded by my children and grandchildren, and maybe even their children, knowing I had lived a wonderful life and done everything I could to make the lives of my descendants even better…"

Edward had trailed off, but I didn't even realize it. I was imagining Edward once again as a young teenager—thirteen, maybe fourteen. How he would look almost exactly the same as he does now, but younger, smaller, more boyish. I pictured him skipping rocks on the lake, swimming, wrestling and laughing with his friends as he did now with his adopted brothers.

I pictured him having a place all to himself, like our meadow, on the outskirts of town where he would go to think. He would lie down on the grass and bask in the sunlight of the afternoon. He would stay there all day until twilight when he'd realize his parents would start to worry. He wouldn't know that in less than half a decade all his dreams and predictions of the future would be shattered, to be replaced with a horrible, unpredictable eternity of darkness.

The thought crashed over me as I thought of the words he had just spoken; I'd hoped I would be old and dying, surrounded by my children and grandchildren, and maybe even their children, knowing I had lived a wonderful life…

Suddenly I could see why Edward hadn't wanted to change me. He'd never told me before, but I could see now that his opinion very much mirrored Rosalie's. None of the vampires I now called my family had been given a choice. They'd all had their lives planned out before them, they'd all had hopes and dreams for the future; Rosalie with her royal husband and children, Jasper prospering as a charismatic military officer…

They'd all had their dreams snatched out from under them. I had been aware of this before, but listening to Edward telling his version was all the more enlightening.

An odd, stinging sensation formed behind my eyes and I knew I would have been crying if I could. I took a shaky breath, breaking the dead silence only now I was aware of. This seemed to bring both of us back to reality in the meadow.

"I'm sorry…" Edward barely whispered into my ear. "Was that too much?"

"No," I replied, trying to regulate my breathing, "It wasn't too much. It was a little overwhelming, but I'm glad you told me. I guess it makes me feel a little closer to you, knowing what you dreamed about."

"That's good…I guess. But if you're ever uncomfortable, Bella, you need to tell me. I will stop right away. Besides I thought you wanted to hear about me." Edward said.

"I did, I mean, I do." I replied quickly. "But how about your music. Was it only after you became a vampire that you started to play?"

"Oh no, not at all," he laughed. "Of course, my exceptional ability to play only came a while after the transformation, but I was still quite the pianist while human. I think my mother taught me at first. She was also a great musician. But let me tell you, I loathed it in the beginning."

"Really?" I asked. Edward loved his music; I could not imagine him not liking it.

"Yeah. Although I don't think it was the playing itself I hated, it was the fact that at such a young age I wasn't very good at it." Edward said sheepishly.

"NO!" I playfully exclaimed. "Edward Anthony Masen Cullen not good at something? It's the end of the world!"

He laughed loudly and I felt the vibrations in his chest. "Yes, yes," he said. "I actually wasn't that good. But I did get better eventually. I could finally carry a tune by the time I turned eleven and knew all my scales and a few pieces off by heart by then as well."

"Did you ever write your own compositions while you were human?" I asked

"Not really, no. I sometimes wrote a few bars but that was as far as I ever got." He replied.

I nodded.

There was still so much more I wanted to known about.

Alright so if you guys have anymore ideas I would love to hear them!