I don't own twilight or any of the characters.

BPOV

"Fucking who? I'm not his fucking girlfriend!"

He was staring at me with blank eyes, while I balled my fists at my side, fighting the urge to smash those big nerdy glasses into his face.

"Why on earth did you think I was fucking Jasper?" I said unclenching my jaw. I was pissed, although I wasn't exactly sure why. I was mostly confused.

Suddenly he shook his head slightly, the life coming back into his face. The corner of his mouth quirked.

"You're not his girlfriend?"

"I just said that fuck-tard!"

His face split into a total shit eating grin and he looked at me unbelieving.

"He called you his girl, and.. bad girlfriend…and he said..."

He paused shaking his head a little and ran his hands through his hair, never taking his incredulous gaze off of me.

"Bad Girlfriend? It's a fucking act Edward! I slut it up on stage with Jazz and as a result, triple their fucking tips!"

He was still grinning at me, and with the glare finally removed from his face I was able to finally get a good look at him without feeling like I would turn to stone if I met his gaze. I don't think I had ever really seen him properly before this. His hair was the strangest color of bronze, and was ruffled up in a way that suggested he had difficulty with the acquisition and manipulation of all comb and brush like objects. Behind his funky nerd glasses his eyes were bright green, like the sky before a particularly destructive storm.

We were shaken out of our staring match by another loud crash of thunder, which caused me to dive back into the couch cushions covering my ears. I knew it was irrational but I couldn't stand storms.

Suddenly Edward was crouched down in front of the couch, his face full of concern. He reached out with one hand to lightly touch my arm, and with the other hand he gently scratched Sam behind the ears as he cowered in front of the couch attempting to fit his bulky frame underneath the coffee table. I felt my skin erupt into goose flesh where his fingers touched me.

"It's going to be okay Bella, it's just thunder, expanding pressure remember?" he murmured, still gently rubbing both my arm, and Sam's ears. Sam seemed to be experiencing the same calming effect his touch had as well.

I didn't know what about our Jasper related blow up had resulted in this dramatic shift in his mood, but I wasn't complaining. Right now I didn't need an enemy, I needed someone to hover over me and remind me that the roof was not about to be ripped from above me.

"You should get some sleep," he said gently pulling me to my feet, "why don't you and Sam go sleep in my room, I'll take the couch out here.

I nodded mutely and shuffled towards his open bedroom door, snapping my fingers at Sam to get him to follow me. When he simply braced himself and crouched lower to the floor, Edward leaned forward and swooped him up into his arms, walking past me and plopping Sam down on the end of his bed where he instantly burrowed into the quilts. I quickly followed, crawling under the sheets next to my furry sleeping mate and pulling the blankets up tight around me.

Edward ran his hand through his hair once more and leaned casually against the door looking down at me in his bed. I wondered why he suddenly had suggested my sleeping in his room as opposed to Jaspers, but was grateful considering what he had mentioned earlier about the activities Jasper and Alice had been involved with the night before.

"Goodnight Bella… night Sam," he said with a small smile, before he backed out of the room and closed the door most of the way.

A small crack of candle light glowed around the edge of the slightly ajar door and I heard the springs on the couch creak before he blew out the plate of candles and the room fell into darkness.

"Goodnight Edward."

*~*~*~*~

His breath whooshed out against my ear and I felt my whole body quiver as he dropped his lips to my neck, pressing open mouthed kisses against my skin, and scraping his teeth lightly against my throat.

I ran my hands up his naked back and neck, eventually fisting my hands in his hair to pull him closer.

His hands came up to grab my upper arms hard and he slammed me back against the wall, grinding his hips against mine.

His lips moved against my neck, "Say my name Bella!"

I gasped and mumbled feverishly in response, my brain completely disjointed.

I felt his lips on my neck, slowly moving down to my breasts, and my nipples ached desperately wanting him to rip away my clothes and suck them into his mouth.

His hands came down over my ass and he scooped me up, wrapping my legs around his waist as he forced me back into the wall again.

"Say it!"

"Oh god, Edward!"

My eyes snapped open and my hand came up and clamped tightly over my own mouth in self preservation.

Oh god, please don't let him have heard that. My sleep talking landed me in several embarrassing situations in the past and I really did not need my irrational sex dreams exposed to the general public before I had even consumed my morning coffee.

I slid out of the warm bed and straightened the too big sleep pants and t-shirt Edward had given me the night before.

Sam was no where to be found and I looked up to see the door pushed open enough for him to make his escape.

"Crap," I muttered, imagining Edward mere feet away, either preparing to try and ignore what he had heard, or getting ready to berate me and my filthy dream-fucking mind.

I slowly stuck my head through the door and peeped out at the couch in the living room.

Edward lay sprawled on the couch, one arm dangling over the edge, the other fisted in his hair, with Sam flopped haphazardly across his thighs and stomach.

"Lucky fucking traitor dog."

Sam raised his head to look at me and quirked his head to the side. I snapped my fingers and he scrambled off of Edward and dropped to the floor.

"Belh?" Edward murmured as he flopped over onto his stomach and resumed his gentle snoring.

"Well I guess we're both lucky," I said looking down at Sam, "seems like he could sleep through an earthquake."

He looked so peaceful and sweet passed out on the couch, yet another version of Edward I was seeing for the first time. This bronze capped pile of sexy seemed to have seventeen different personalities residing inside him, my favorite being the aggressive ball of lust I had experienced during the night.

That one wasn't real Bella; his imaginary personalities don't count.

I shook my head, trying to shake the residual sex fantasies out of my head and grabbed Sam's collar and the bag containing my keys and still damp clothes and hauled both towards the door.

I closed the apartment door and looked down to be met with a "you must be mental" look from my massive fur ball.

"I'm not waking him up, you'll just have to make do with me," I said as I leaned down and wrapped my arms around Sam's middle. He instantly fell into a limp pile of fuzzy passive resistance as I began dragging him down the stairs.

*~*~*~*~*~*~

As Sam and I trudged home I internally reviewed my recent exemplifications of mental instability. Rational Bella had dreams and aspirations of becoming a writer, traveling the world and spending her days reveling in her success and independence. Bat-shit-crazy Bella wanted to run back up the 83 stairs to the guy's apartment, lick the lenses in Edwards glasses and then beg to be fucked against a wall while her dog watched. It was Bat-shit-crazy Bella who distracted rational Bella from her writing and dragged her out to pubs to play with Jasper and Emmett's band. Bat-shit-crazy Bella wanted to be a sexed up rocker chick with a bronzed hair lover. Bat-shit-crazy Bella needed to be locked in a crate and shoved off a bridge.

"Get a fucking grip woman!"

I needed to stop with the music, the band, the pubs, and the Edward fantasies. I'd known of his existence for a grand total of 3 days, and he had been under my skin since the moment our eyes locked, just another instance of my lack of self discipline.

I continued to chastise myself as I dragged Sam up my walkway towards his dumbwaiter and shoved him inside, closing the door. I turned the crank to lift him up the shaft and then stood below listening for him to scramble out upstairs so I could lower it back down. The last time I had left the dumbwaiter elevated he had hopped in and ridden down, only to escape and spend the afternoon terrorizing my neighbors backyard play set.

I turned away from my apartment steps and headed towards the main house. With luck everyone be up and Alice would be standing ready with an pot of coffee and an IV hook up so I could pump it directly into my veins. I was going to drown myself in coffee, and spend the day writing brilliant literature, and I was never going to think about Edward fucking Cullen again.

EPOV:

When I woke up I was blind. I squinted my eyes and tried to bring the room around me into focus but all I could see was a yellow haze.

Reaching up I pulled my glasses off my face and turned them around to read the post-it notes stuck to my lenses.

"Piano guys called, delivery at three this afternoon – J"

The other post-it featured a penis with a cowboy hat and spurs. I peeled them off and stuck them to the coffee table as I got to my feet.

The clock read 12:00pm and I shook my head wondering how I could have slept so long on the couch. Why the fuck had I slept on the couch anyway?

"Fucking who? I'm not his fucking girlfriend!"

I felt my face split into a grin and I grabbed my hair, pulling hard at the roots as an embarrassingly high pitched giggle slipped out of my mouth and I bounced up and down on the balls of my feet, almost jumping for fucking joy.

She wasn't fucking him! She hasn't fucked him! She's not fucking him!

In a retarded fit of disproportionate excitement, I hopped up in the air and attempted to knock my heels together, which resulted in my landing awkwardly and staggering forward so as to crack my shin on the coffee table; clearly the karma gods thought I was a fucking over enthused idiot and decided I needed to be punished.

As I sat on the floor hissing and clutching my newly gashed leg, Emmett ambled out of his room and looked down on me with a mildly interested gaze.

"I love it when you do stupid things, I look freaking brilliant by comparison"

"Axiomatically impossible" I muttered, hauling myself to my feet and attempting to wipe the grin off my face sufficiently so as to be able to glare at my large bobble headed brother.

"Using big words won't make you look like any less of a douche-bag Eddie boy,"he laughed, peering at my face "why do you look like a constipated gibbon?"

I finally managed to work up a solid glare and aimed it straight at Emmett, while I internally questioned what a constipated gibbon would actually look like. I decided to let his flawed comparison slide considering I had just been caught trying to click my heels like a miniature tap dancer in a particularly frilly dress.

"My piano is being delivered, I'm excited," I lied.

Emmett looked at me skeptically but then shook his head.

"Whatever man, why the hell is it being delivered here anyway? I thought you were getting your own place ASAP."

"I am, but it's taking longer than I expected and I have to get all of my stuff cleared out of my old apartment this week so it just has to come here."

I wasn't entirely untruthful when I said I was excited that my piano was getting delivered today, I had missed playing and I was looking forward to having it near by. It was always a form of stress release for me, and even though I had recently discovered Bella to be unattached, I doubted I would be getting any form of stress release with her, in fact she would probably be adding to my stress levels; I needed my piano.

"Any leads yet?" Emmett asked, pulling the penis post it note off the table and walking to the kitchen to stick it on the fridge.

"Not really except for this old dilapidated store front I walked past yesterday, I haven't seen inside but it looked big enough to have a living space upstairs too."

"That would be sweet! Women love the loft type deal above an artist studio, and that's kinda what you are with the classical shit and all that."

"I was more focused on the whole, professional teaching studio thing, but yeah, sure Em" I laughed.

At that moment Jasper walked through the front door lugging several bags of groceries.

"Hey, your up, fuck man I thought you had died on that couch!" he said dropping the sacks on the counter, "long night last night?"

"Oh yeah hey! What happened with you and Bells last night? You kids play nice?" Emmett asked grinning at me.

"She was completely freaked by the storm and the blackout so I sent her to sleep in my room" I said, unable to repress a smile.

"What's that look? Did you hook up with Bells?" Jasper asked wide eyed.

"No moron I slept on the couch remember? She was scared, we talked, she played guitar a bit, no big deal."

"You seem to have lost your urge to snarl and bitch whenever her name is mentioned, so I'm guessing things went okay?"

"Yeah she's pretty cool."

"Yeah, she is," Jasper frowned "I still don't get what your initial issue was with her."

"There was a misunderstanding, but everything is fine now" I said, starting to unpack the groceries, "did you pick up more dog kibble?"

"Misunderstanding about what? You guys had barely met," Emmett said pulling the kibble from a bag and stowing it away under the sink.

"It was nothing, I just was under the impression that Jasper and her were…"

"Were what?" Jasper asked grinning at me, "You thought we were together? Holy CRAP man you were jealous! You do want to hook up with our Bells! Jesus!"

"I was not, I just was pissed about the very loud sex I had to listen to the other night, and I thought it was Bella! Who on earth were you fucking if it wasn't her?"

"Alice! I'm dating Alice man, I told you this months ago," he said looking slightly irritated.

I instantly felt guilty, he probably had mentioned it before and I most likely hadn't been paying attention, or had been so sleep deprived from studying that I hadn't even realized he was talking.

"I'm sorry man, I guess I missed it, or forgot or something."

"Well whatever, that is not what's important, Eddie boy wants to play with our little Bells, you better be good to her man she's like a sister to us, and Rosalie will rip your arms off if you mess with her," Emmet said laughing, clearly enjoying the thought of his blonde bombshell of a girlfriend stomping on my man parts.

"What makes you think I'd mess with her, I just think she might be cool to get to know"

"Well good luck man" Jasper said, closing the last cupboard "she's pretty damn focused on her writing right now, that's why she wont step up and replace Jake in the band, she says playing would be a distraction. Almost anything fun, she labels as a distraction."

I frowned, taking in his words. Something about that reminded me of my own situation, I needed to focus on getting my teaching practice moving, and couldn't really afford distractions as he put it. However just the thought of her sitting on our couch strumming a guitar was enough to make me think I wasn't nearly as dedicated to work as Miss Bella Swan.

*~*~*~*~*~*~

Once my piano had arrived and was man-handled up the stairs by three extremely sweaty, extremely distraught piano movers, we decided it was time to head to the pub.

The Crater was a largish bar with a reasonable size stage and dance floor, old scarred wooden booths and peanut shells on the floor. Jasper, Emmett and their erstwhile guitarist Jake had been playing their every weekend for the last couple of months and had started to develop a small following. Tonight, now that Jake had been formally informed of his ejection from the band, I had agreed to fill in on guitar. Jasper was excited because my presence meant an opportunity to try out some new songs Jake hadn't been willing to try. We had gone through their songs, and even took a look at some of the stuff I had written, and had included a few in our set. I hadn't found anything to be concerned about in regards to my skills, I could sight read and had a knack for playing songs almost perfectly without even having practiced them before, however my stomach was twisting slightly and the thought of the singing they had asked me to do.

We pulled up in the Emmett's newly repaired van and slowly began unloading our stuff. We didn't have to play for a couple of hours yet so we could take our time getting things ready and have a few drinks first, and drinks were definitely something I would need if I had any hope of looking half way comfortable on stage tonight.

Once we had our stuff set up on stage we sat on the edge near our gear and downed a couple of shots to help settle our nerves… well my nerves.

"Relax Ed, you're going to fog up your glasses!" Jasper said handing me another shot of whiskey, "you'll adjust to the whole stage thing soon enough."

"I'm not going to adjust to anything Jasper, this is a temporary thing!"

"You're as bad as Bella man."

"She's not going to be here tonight is she?" I asked, looking around the bar for long mahogany hair.

"Dunno," Jasper grinned at me "Alice and Rose are coming, but they said they were having trouble disengaging Bella's grip on her computer, apparently she's feeling inspired."

"Eddie looks like he could use a little inspiration, hopefully Bella does show or he might bust a nut," laughed Emmett.

"Are you trying to make a sex joke? I can't tell" Jasper chuckled sliding a shot towards Emmett.

"I'm not actually sure" he said, a confused look taking up residence on his face, "I was kinda hoping you wouldn't ask."

I stood up rolling my eyes, "I don't care if she comes I was just curio…"

"SO! This is the fucker you got to replace me"

A bulky looking guy in a with long black hair and dirty jeans strolled forward and glared up at me on the stage. Jacob Black.

"Hey Jake," Jasper said coolly, "Yeah you remember our brother Edward, he's filling in for you tonight."

I stuck my hand out casually and we shook, Black never reeling in the glare he had locked on me.

"I'm surprised that little brunette chick with the cute tits isn't the one taking my place, isn't she your slutty little meal ticket?"

I wrenched my fist out of Blacks grasp and was seconds from driving it into his jaw when Emmett grabbed me from behind and pulled me back, which surprised me, because even I hadn't expected to react to Black's words the way I did.

"Don't you EVER fucking say a word about her" I spat at him.

Black looked slightly amused at my outburst and waved off my threat, turning back to Jasper.

"Well even he was probably a better choice than what's-her-name" he said aiming a thumb at me, "she's hot but she can't play for shit."

"Fuck you Jake, just get out of here, no one needs this crap," Jasper said angrily.

Black shot me another look and then, shrugging his shoulders, turned and sauntered towards the bar. Emmet finally unlocked his tree trunks from around me and I slumped down onto the stage, pounding my fist into the boards.

"Fuck him" I hissed through my teeth.

"Easy Ed, he's just talking out of his ass, Bella wouldn't give a shit! And you're really starting to act strangely possessive of a woman you barely know! Might want to tone down the stalker impulses a bit." Emmett laughed at me, trying to break the tension.

I shot him a look but decided to let it go, and got up to go find the men's room.

I stood for a few minutes staring at myself in the mirror. I had wanted to kill Jacob Black for what he said, which was ridiculous. In a way Emmett was right, I was getting dangerously close to the line in between harmless crush and writing love letters in my own blood.

I shook my head at my over dramatic internal dialogue. I knew I wasn't that far gone for Bella Swan, but the feelings I was having for a woman I barely knew were foreign to me and they were messing with my head.

I took off my glasses and splashed a hand full of water in my face, trying to shake off the anger Black had left with me.

When I returned to the edge of the stage I found that the ladies had arrived.

I smiled and waved casually to them as I walked over, trying to make up for my attitude of the past few days.

"Hey Alice, Rose, good to see you again" I said, sounding completely over eager and causing me to wince internally.

The girls looked slightly taken aback but then smiled warmly at me.

"You too Edward," Alice said sweetly, "looking forward to hearing you tonight, are you nervous?"

Jasper chuckled and I shot him a glare "No, I'm fine. So I see you didn't manage to pry the computer from your friends clutches."

I saw Alice throw a look at Rosalie but she turned back to me before I could have a chance to decipher what she meant by it.

"No, she's here somewhere, she stopped at the bar when we first arrived, she'll join us soon I'm sure."

I saw Emmett nudge Rosalie who was perched in his lap, and she bit her lip widening her eyes at him.

I didn't know what was up with my brothers and their girlfriends but I didn't have time to think about it before I spotted her.

She had her hair down flowing around her shoulders and was wearing a clingy white tank with little tiny strips of fabric running between both breasts. I felt the air get knocked out of me as I watched her lean forward across the counter to give the bartender her order.

I was so wrapped up in gawking at her that I didn't notice Black until he was practically on top of her, his hands firmly planted on her little hips.

Rage washed through me as I saw him lean down to whisper in her ear and I started forward, preparing to tear his arms out of their sockets.

"Jake get your fucking hands off me" Bella shouted, shoving against Black's chest

"Come on Bells, take it easy I just want to have a conversation with you."

"A conversation does not usually include you groping me, now get the hell out of my face!"

"Why don't you make me Bells, you might act all tough, kicking Jasper's ass up on stage bu…"

I was, yet again, seconds away from trashing Jacob Blacks face when suddenly he dropped to the floor.

Bella had one hand fisted tightly in Blacks hair, wrenching his head up, and had one heeled foot rooted firmly in his crotch.

She pulled his head up by the hair and then slammed it back down into the floor.

"Don't you EVER fucking touch me again Jacob Black, or I will do the world a favor and permanently remove your ability to spawn your future devil children."

I couldn't help grinning at scene in front of me. Her tiny frame looked almost ridiculously small hovering over the massive lump that was Black. She let go of his hair, his head falling with a thump to the floor and she shoved her heel into his crotch one more time before straightening up and spinning around only to run smack into my chest.

My hands came up and caught her upper arms, steadying her but she quickly shrugged me off.

"What do you want?" she spit out, glaring up at me, fire dancing in her eyes.

I quickly wiped the smirk off my face and gestured to Black, who was slowly crawling away through the crowd.

"I was, umm… coming to save you?" I asked quirking an eyebrow at her.

She huffed, and then tossed me a reluctant smile.

"Thanks, but I think I've got things under control here." She dusted her hands together and walked towards the bar where she had left her drink.

"I can see that, I was impressed."

She squinted at me and furrowed her brow.

"What you didn't think I could handle it?"

"NO! I mean, I just meant that I was impressed how you handled it, not a lot of women would have… and you did such a good… yeah. Good work!" I said and patted her on the back.

Good work? Really? And a pat on the back? What was I her coach? Fuck.

She looked at me over the rim of her drink, and then rolled her eyes. "Right, thanks I guess."

Yes Bella, I think I'm an idiot as well, do not worry you are not alone in that group. Perhaps now I could spill something on her, maybe trip and break my glasses. This awkwardness simply screamed high school, I might as well go all the way. Someone get me a band uniform, QUICK!

"So you're playing tonight?" she said leaning back on the counter.

I nodded my head and looked back at the stage to see our group gawking shamelessly at the two of us and elbowing each other in the ribs.

"Yeah, I'm a bit nervous" I said quietly as I suddenly felt the little red guitar pick I had gotten from Bella the first time I saw her burn me through the pocket of my jeans, I had brought it for luck for some reason but now I didn't think it was enough. She was an amazing guitarist and singer, and now I had to perform in front of her. Clearly, life hated me.

I flagged the bartender and ordered another shot of whiskey, suddenly needing a bit more liquid courage.

"I'm sure you'll do fine, this is a good crowd, I've played here before."

I nodded my head again, looking down at her. Fuck she was gorgeous.

"Do you think you might want to get a drink sometime?"

Oh crap, who said that? Did I just? No I'm not that stupid.

She looked at me with raised eyebrows and lifted her drink smoothly, clinking it against mine. "Sure," she said sarcastically.

"I meant like, another drink, somewhere else, not here."

I was digging myself in deeper and deeper. The only thing I could hope for at this point was that my canary would die and I'd get trampled as the rest of the awkward idiots in my brain scrambled to get out of the mineshaft of stupidity I had created.

"I don't date, I write. I can't afford distractions"

There was that word again, distractions.

"I'm not asking you to go backpacking across New Zealand, I'm asking if I can take you out one night."

"Why?"

Why? Did she seriously ask me why?

"Just because, that's just what people do! They go out!"

I was starting to feel a little bit of the original frustration I used to feel for this girl. Why the hell did she have to make this so difficult?

"I don't date, sorry Edward, it's just, I can't right now, I can't afford dis…"

"Distractions, yeah, caught that."

I sighed internally and looked down at her biting her lip. She seemed sorry that she had rejected me, and a faint flush crept onto her cheeks as I continued to look at her.

I lifted my hand and ghosted my fingers down along her cheek. I saw her bite her lip harder and her eyes widened slightly, but she didn't say anything.

"A shame," I breathed, "could have been fun, distracting you."

I thought I saw her hold her breath, and then I heard Jaspers voice ringing through the speakers up on stage.

"Paging Romeo, sorry to be a cock block Eddie boy but we have a set to play!"

A chuckle flowed through the bar, and I felt my face go hot. When I turned back towards Bella she had slipped away from the counter and was making off towards Alice and Rosalie near the front of the dance floor.

I ran my hands through my hair, wished for Jasper to die young, and made my way towards the stage.

BPOV

Here I am, at the bar, again, not working, again.

I had spent the entire day writing, Sam curled at my feet and an oversized mug of coffee perched on my desk next to my computer. I didn't stop until Alice had barged into my apartment and announced that we were going to the Crater to see the boys play. She had reached over me and slammed my computer shut, nearly catching my fingers before I could make any arguments about "distractions."

Before I knew it I was in heels and a barely there albeit cute tank top and was being shoved out the door despite the protests of Sam who had looked thoroughly betrayed as we departed for the evening.

When we arrived we instantly spotted the boys sitting on the edge of the stage minus Edward. I had felt my spirits drop a little when he wasn't there, but mentally kicked myself for thinking that way. I had just completed a very productive, distraction free day, and I didn't need to go digging up a stupid crush to pull my attention away from more important things. Who cared about Edward Cullen?

The girls left to go greet their men and I wandered up to the counter to order a drink.

Suddenly just as I placed my order I felt a pair of warm hands descend on my hips.

For a micro second I remembered the way Edwards hands had felt on my shoulders during the storm, holding me close, comforting me, but I was abruptly snapped back into reality when I felt uncomfortably hot wet breath against my ear.

"Well if it isn't the bad girlfriend wanna have some fun tonight baby?"

I instantly saw red and before I knew it, I had Black down on his back, my 4 inch heel shoved deep into his crotch, and I was bashing his head into the wooden floors.

"Don't you EVER fucking touch me again Jacob Black, or I will do the world a favor and permanently remove your ability to spawn your future devil children."

I gave him a final shove in the crotch and spun around to collide with a very solid warm chest.

Those very hands I had just been thinking of grasped my shoulders again and held me up, but I pulled back quickly before my skin could start to tingle under his fingers.

"What do you want?" I asked glaring up at him.

God he looked good tonight, his hair was perfectly ruffled, and I could see a smile hiding in his green eyes.

"I was, umm… coming to save you?"

Of course he was, he was a protector guy. He had taken care of me during the storm like a weak little girl and now he had planned to trash Black for me obviously thinking I couldn't take care of myself.

"What you didn't think I could handle it?"

"NO! I mean, I just meant that I was impressed how you handled it, not a lot of women would have… and you did such a good… yeah. Good work!"

He patted me on the back, and I half expected him to call me "slugger".

"Right, thanks I guess."

He had seemed flustered so I decided to change the subject.

"So you're playing tonight?"

"Yeah, I'm a bit nervous," he nodded, and waved to the bartender to order a drink.

"I'm sure you'll do fine, this is a good crowd, I've played here before."

I liked playing this venue with the boys, it was a casual crowd with very few bar stars, and the people didn't take themselves too seriously.

He nodded at me again.

"Do you think you might want to get a drink sometime?"

Oh crap, did he just ask me out? I didn't know how to respond so I decided to bring out Sarcastic Bella, and let her deal with the situation.

"Sure" I had said, lifting my drink at him.

"I meant like, another drink, somewhere else, not here."

"I don't date, I write. I can't afford distractions"

And Edward Cullen would be a huge distraction.

"I'm not asking you to go backpacking across New Zealand, I'm asking if I can take you out one night."

"Why?"

Why? Did I seriously just ask him why he wanted to take me out?

"Just because, that's just what people do! They go out!"

He was getting frustrated with me, and I felt guilty for turning him down. First impressions aside, there was a sweet awkwardness to Edward that I was really starting to like, and the fact that I was starting to like him for more than his amazing gorgeousness was really starting to annoy me.

"I don't date, sorry Edward, it's just, I can't right now, I can't afford dis…"

"Distractions, yeah, caught that."

I bit my lip, as I looked up at him. He sounded so dejected and I felt another pang of guilt.

Suddenly, his eyes grew intense as he looked at me, his fingers coming up to touch my cheek.

"A shame," I breathed, "could have been fun, distracting you."

I held my breath, feeling his touch and his words prickle my skin, when suddenly Jaspers voice cut in between us.

"Paging Romeo, sorry to be a cock block Eddie boy but we have a set to play!"

Taking advantage of Jaspers embarrassing distraction (note to self, kill Jasper) I scurried towards my girls on the dance floor and took up residence between them.

"Have a nice chat?" Rosalie asked, and winked down at me.

"Yeah, looked like you and Jerk-ward were getting rather cozy over there," added Alice.

"Fuck off and die bitches," I growled, as they grinned at each other.

The guys got situated on stage, and I looked up to see Edward staring down at me. A small smile quirked the corner of his mouth and he quickly leaned towards Jasper to say something in his ear; Jasper nodded and quickly stepped back to talk to Emmett.

Edward stepped towards the mic, his guitar still on his back.

"You all having a good night?" he called out to the bar, "we've got some new shit for you tonight, hope you like it."

He grinned down at me one more time before swinging his guitar in front of him and turning to Emmett, nodding his head.

Emmett counted them and they all started together in perfect sync. It was hard to believe they hadn't had more than a few hours practice together.

Edward stood a bit more stiffly than Jasper or Emmett but slowly relaxed into the rhythm of the music. His fingers plucked at the strings almost casually, like it was the easiest thing in the world to him.

As he stepped towards the mic his eyes locked on me.

"You toss in a word

and I'm your villain

I see the passion emerge

and I'm your villain

But serious

You're so serious

Like a waiter

Hating the rich

But taking their tips"

He was singing to me; so serious… I know Edward, but I have to be.

"If I could laugh I'd love you

If I could smile at anything you said

We could be laughing lovers

I think you'd prefer to be miserable instead

If I could love I'd love you

If I could love like anybody else"

I know what I am

and I'm your villain

although I don't give a damn if

I'm your villain

Because serious

You're so serious

But I've got ready salted

ready on your belly

If you want to have fun

See you later, baby See you later..."

As he sang he grinned down at me, making my knees go weak. It was like he was making me a promise, he would see me later, whether I liked it or not.

"Holy Fuck."

The song is called "I'm your villain" by Franz Ferdinand.

Sorry this chapter took FOREVER, I went on vacation for a week and then had some drama at the office due to some layoffs (not me obviously or I would have had more time to write).

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CHEERS! -GSR