A/N ill try to name all the chapters after songs, this one is called hello hello by cat empire, im sure you've all heard it (:

Bella POV

Rain, I hate rain. Why couldn't the world be sunny all the time? Wouldn't everyone just be more happy if it were that way? I mean honestly who wants to go play sports in rain, go out with your friends in the rain and unless you're Gean Kelly, who wants to sing in the rain?

Who wants to move from a lovely sunny place to a dreary cold place in the rain? Not me, but guess what! That's exactly what I am doing at the moment. My mum just got remarried to this guy called Phil so to give them some space, I decided to move to my dad's house in little, always wet, Forks.

So here I am unpacking my clothes into my room in my new home. Dad is downstairs talking to someone on the phone, he's the chief of police, so I'm on my own. I don't mind that much, I'm more of a solitary kind of person, I just lose myself in the books I read instead, or in the music I play. Mum had me put in piano lessons when I was six so I'm really good at that seeing as I'd never stopped the lessons, until now. When I was twelve I discovered the best thing in my life, my guitar Mikey. Five years later, he's still number one. Back in Phoenix (the sunny place I used to live in) I played lead guitar and vocals, not that I think I'm any good although people keep telling me that I am.

'Bella? Dinner's here.'

Great, delivery pizza, I'm going to have to teach Charlie to cook, something I learnt at while living in Phoenix because let's just say Mum doesn't know a tomato from a potato (maybe not that drastic but you get the picture).

Three Days Later

'Weather today, tops of 15 degrees Celsius and a lot of rain'

I groaned, more rain, my cup of flipping tea.

'In other news, loca-'

I slammed down the alarm off button and let out a bigger groan, today was my first day at Forks High School and it was delightfully rainy. Yay. I pulled on a black skirt that ended just above my knees, black stockings, my converse, a purple singlet and my grey coat, grabbed a piece of fruit and hopped into the truck that Dad had given me as a 'welcome home' present two days ago.

As I pulled up at the school I sighed, here goes nothing, I jumped out and grabbed my satchel. Great, I was already getting weird looks from all the other students but I did notice two guys grinning at me. Creepy, one had a baby face, blonde hair and blue eyes and the other had black hair, glasses and was holding a camera. Mental note to self, steer away from those two.

I walked up to the receptionist and got my time table off her. She seemed nice enough. I looked down and saw my first subject was music in B block. I took out my map and tried to figure out where I was going.

'Need any help?'

HOLY CRAP. I jumped, whoever just spoke scared the living daylights out of me and now all my possessions were spilt over the ground, that's another one of the 'Bella traits' as my mum calls them, I was extremely clumsy. I turned to see who had spoke and saw the blonde that had been smiling at me before.

'I'm sorry!' he said leaning down to help me pick up my stuff, 'I'm Mike, Mike Newton.'

Accepting his extended hand I introduced myself, 'Bella Swan.'

His eyes widened, 'the chiefs daughter!'

'Yep that's me, well I better get going so I'm not late for class, and no thanks I don't need any help, I'm pretty sure I know where I'm going.'

'Ok, see you round,' he said looking at my eyes, then downwards before walking away.

'Creep,' I muttered then quickly walked to B13, my music room. There were already about 10 people in the room, including the teacher so I guessed I was the last in.

'Sorry, I got a bit lost,' I said to the teacher.

'That's ok, Isabella,' he said looking at the piece of paper I had given him, 'take a seat, how about next to Alice?'

'It's just Bella,' I mumbled then looked toward where he was pointing and saw a girl with short black hair done waving to me, to her side was a girl who had amazing blonde hair, and could seriously pass as a supermodel. Next to her, oh my god, I think I just died and went to heaven, the most gorgeous guy I had ever seen, piercing green eyes that I could get lost in and I guess you could only describe as bronze hair that had a natural messy look, I snapped myself out of drooling mode and could feel my trademark blush creeping over my cheeks, which only made it worse, I quickly walked over to Alice, stumbled a bit and sat down.

'Hi Bella, I'm Alice, this is my best friend Rosalie, or Rose,' she said gesturing to the blonde, then to the breathtaking guy 'and this, is our friend Edward.'

'Hi, I'm Bella,'

Rose said hi but Edward just stared at me saying nothing, what is it with all these weird boys in rainy little Forks?

'Edward,' Alice said, 'Earth to Edward!' She punched his shoulder

'Hi,' he simply stated, rubbing where she hit him.

'Hi,' I extended my hand and he shook it. An electric volt ran up my arm, making me feel warm inside, I quickly snatched it back, looked at him and stared,

'Alright class,' stated the teacher, Mr Butcher, I think his name is, knocking me out of my trance 'this term we will be focusing on composing and performing. So I will need you to get into pairs, and you have two weeks, get to it!'

Alice and Rose immediately grabbed each others arms, then burst out laughing.

'Sorry Bella,'

'It's ok, you guys are best friends,' I said smiling.

'Bella?' Came the velvet voice, belonging to Edward. Oh god did I just say that? How can some one's voice be velvet?

'Bella?' Came the voice again.

'Oh sorry, yes Edward?'

'Would you like to be my partner?' He said grinning, can you say swoon? That's exactly what I did, Bella! Snap out of it, you've only known this guy for about five minutes!

'Oh, um sure. What do you play?' I stumbled, gee I've never been like this around a guy before, what is happening to me?

'Piano and a bit of guitar and bass, you?' I stared at him dumbfounded, does this guy have any flaws? Jesus, stop asking yourself questions Bella and answer the guy!

'Piano, guitar and I sing, a bit,'

His eyes lit up, 'Really? Well, that's good.'

'Any idea about what you want to write the song about?'

He looked startled, 'Err, oh, yes?

Hit or miss?? R & R