Chapter three:

My mum came home from work a few hours later. I was lucky she trusted me so much, and that I didn't have a sibling. I told her that I didn't want her to come into my room for a while because I wanted to be alone. She accepted that, and thankfully didn't ask any questions.

I put on one of my favourite CD's; Muse, Origin of Symmetry, and to my surprise, Edward turned out to be a huge Muse fan also. There were so many questions I wanted to ask him, but I knew that it wasn't the time.
I turned the music up loud to hopefully block out any noise of a conversation between Edward and I. I felt the need to check every so often that my mother was doing something else and not creeping up to check on me. Edward reassured me that he knew when she was upstairs and when she wasn't. I completely forgot about his heightened senses.

"So, how much information does this book give about me?" Edward asked. I sat cross-legged on my bed while he sat further away on my piano stall, staring out of the window.
I hesitated but wasn't afraid to tell him. He eyes flickered to my face. They were a dark gold, slowly turning black. If it really was true, he would need to hunt soon. It was a good thing I lived near the countryside.
"Just that you're a vampire…" I couldn't understand exactly what was going on here. It was difficult to grasp. "That's true though, because you're fictional… Vampires aren't real here, you just have the occasional sicko who thinks they are." I giggled as I mused. I waited to see if I had made him angry. To my surprise, a smile lit up his beautiful face, stunning me to no end.
"Well, I'm fictional to you… I was created by… Stephenie, so everything she made me is who I am… No matter where I am." He smiled again then turned to look out of the window again.
"Can you read my thoughts?" I asked curiously. The riff of 'Citizen Erased' started through the speakers of my stereo, making me jump. I had completely forgotten it was playing.
"Now that is a good question…" He mumbled. I could just about hear him over the blare of the music. He raised his voice a little when he continued, realising my less sensitive ears needed louder volume. "I can hear your mother's right now. She's singing to herself… But you, well you seem to be like my Bella, I can't hear you at all." He shrugged and folded his arms across his chest. "I'll have to listen in on other people's minds to be sure though." He concluded.

So I was like his Bella? This made me happy. From Stephenie's description I was like Bella in some ways. I had the long brown hair, the heart shaped face, the petite figure, although my eyes were bright green instead of chocolate brown.

"You'll need to hunt soon won't you? If you're stuck here for a while I mean…" I hugged my knees as I watched Edward's face. He grinned. It was so angelic.
"So what's Bella like?" I asked. All of these questions I wanted to ask Stephenie, who better to ask than her character brought to life?
He thought about it. "Well… She's a lot like you, I guess… In appearance anyway."
Just as I thought. I tried not to be pleased about that, even thought it was flattering to be told. I let him continue.
"She's just like you've read; clumsy, independent, not at all like the seventeen year old she's supposed to be…" He chuckled slightly, probably at a memory. "You may be like her in some ways, but you don't talk as much as she does in her sleep though…" He mused. Did I really talk? I hadn't noticed and none of my friends had told me so during sleepovers. I shrugged it off, just the start of friendship I guess.

"What were you doing before you turned up here?" I queried. It sounded a little bit personal, but it may help me to find a way to get him back.
"Well… I was in my room listening to music. It startled me when my music stopped and I was in a suddenly dark and different place…" His eyes went blank as he remembered the night before. "I wonder what my family must think… If I don't exist in the books, does this mean I don't exist to them at all?" He whispered.

I opened my mouth to speak, but no sound escaped. How was I going to get him back to his world? I saw him glance towards the door and freeze. It was obvious my mum was coming up. In no time at all he was hidden inside my wardrobe - not exactly the best place in my opinion. I ran over to my stereo and paused the music, waiting for the door to open. My mother's head poked around the door.

"Mum, I told you I didn't want to be disturbed." I put on my best agitated voice. If she thought I was in a mood, she definitely wouldn't come to check on me.
"I thought you'd want this…" She handed me something small. It was the house phone. Why couldn't she just say I had a phone call?

"Hello?" I asked, my voice was beyond patient.

"Grace? Did you read Twilight?" It was my best friend. She always rang when I was busy.

"Yeah, I did. Listen can I ring you back later? I'm not in the mood right now…" My voice trailed off. I pinched the bridge of my nose with my thumb and index finger.

"Sure… I just wanted to ask what you thought of Bella's relationship with Tyler…"

She caught me off guard. Tyler?

"What?"

She sighed, "You know… The guy she met, Tyler… the one who takes her to prom? Wasn't their whole relationship just brilliant and dreamy...?"

My eyes flickered to my wardrobe but my mother was still in the doorway. "It was okay, I guess… Look, I'll talk to you later. Bye." I thrust the phone back into my mothers hand and pushed the door literally in her face.

I opened my wardrobe to find Edward standing there in the small space's shadow. I put my hand out to him and pulled him from there.
"So, I must be the only one who remembers the actual story then, huh?" I whispered.
Edward nodded. Not only was he stuck for now in the real world, I was the only one who knew who he was. The way things were going, it seemed better if Edward stayed here after all.