~All characters go to Stephanie Meyer :) thanks again!~
EPOV
She said it was beautiful. My song, she said it was beautiful. Mysong, she liked it. I had a dream about the song she just heard two months ago. I look over to her sleeping body, she smiles, and for the first time I hear a giggle escape her lips. I stop playing. Giggle? An actual giggle? Nothing dark about it? Nothing sarcastic about it? I look over to her, she's still smiling. "Are you happy?" I whisper creeping closer to her bed and sitting by it like a freak. "Are you happy?" I repeat again inches from her ear. She giggles again and turns over in her sleep. Her face replacing her ear. My eyes widen. She looks so happy, so blissful. "You..what makes you happy?" I whisper.
"Ed.......ward's........" She says. I look away and stare at my piano. "Piano...." She sighs. I look at her then start laughing, my voice blasting through the room. My piano. My music. It makes her happy. "Edward?" Her soft voice says. I slow my laughter.
"What?" I ask.
"Is something wrong?" She asks. I open my eyes and see her staring at me, eyes open.
"No, nothing. I heard something funny." I say.
"What?" She asks.
"No. Nothing." I say standing up.
"Edward?"
"What?" I snap.
"Do you write more music?" she asks quietly I look at her. I have an open door.
"Yes." I say.
"Can I hear it?" She asks smiling widely.
"Hm....." I have an open door. "No." I shake my head. "Not unless you tell me something about your past." I say smiling back.
"My past?" She asks.
"The events leading up to you coming here." I say. "Every song you hear every night will be the equivalent to three stories. Or how many it takes for me to say: 'you can listen to this song tonight'."
"Three..."
"Yes, and when you tell me the last story, I'll show you the best song."
"Hm....Then........I'll make dinners, breakfasts, and lunches."
"What?"
"Every meal I make you have to tell me three stories, or how many it takes me to say: 'you can have another meal' and the stories without lies equal the quality also, so you have to tell me the truth and nothing but."
"Every song has it's story." I say slowly and quietly. "I can recall everything."
"It starts tomorrow Edward." She says smiling. "I'll enjoy this."
"I'll like hearing what your life was like." She blushes and looks down. I hope I didn't say anything rude. "Sor-"
"It's fine." She says quickly. "You, didn't say anything wrong."
"Anyways, deal?" I hold out my hand. She stares at it. "Bella, it is called shaking hands for an agreement, a promise to one another."
"To the story thing."
"Yeah." I say. "Now shake." She shakes it. "Now it is a deal."
"Deal." she smiles. "Why were you so close to my bed when I woke up? This isn't the story thing just asking."
"I wasn't, I was going to the bookshelf, when I heard something funny and I collapsed laughing." I lie quickly.
"Oh...okay," she lets go of my hand first. "Laughing?" She sounds amused. "I would like to hear what made you laugh."
"Oh," Shit. "Now that I think about it, it's not that funny." That is a lie. When I thought she was calling out my name, my heart sped up. I felt happy. Then she added piano. I still felt happy, but happy for her. I want her to always be happy. What is this feeling?
"What was it?" she presses on.
"You talked in your sleep." She blushes.
"Uh...oh......hm...what did you hear?" She asks.
"Piano. My piano." She sighs in relief. My eyebrows raise.
"I...I was dreaming about weird things." She blushes.
"Like.....?" She blushes deeper.
"Glass. Lots of...glass?" What a strange lie, I sit on her bed with her.
"You don't have to tell me just yet." I say winking at her. Deeper blush. This is fun, making her face redder by the second. I touch her cheek, it's hot. We stare at each others eyes. What...this feeling...it's so strange. At times, she makes me want to ignore her but, most times, I'm lured deep into her. I remember feeling this way once, but...it was also different. I loved my mother, but this is different. So, I can not call this feeling love..can I? It seems everyone I love..dies. This is why I did not get close to anyone here. I don't want them to die. I go out because, I want something. Not because, I love them. So if, I want nothing extra, why am I holding her warm cheek? And why does this make me feel happy? I shouldn't go anywhere near her. I should let go of her warm cheek, but, like this..I can feel er heartbeat. I feel closer to her then ever. And like this, I feel happier. "You can tell me when your ready." My fingers twitch as I attempt to take my hand off.
"Okay." She whispers. In shock I suppose.
"Your cheeks..are warm." I laugh. The cheeks get warmer and I smile at her. She turns away going pale. What happened? "Did I do something wrong?" I ask staring at my hand, the hand that caressed her cheek.
"No," She says not looking at me. "You want to hear a story?" She asks.
"Yes." I swallow back something rising in my throat.
"Well...." She sighs must be thinking where to start. "Well, I guess I'll start with my parent's divorce."
"Uh-huh." I nod.
"Okay."
BPOV
"My mother and father had been fighting for years," I start off. "And I was just..sick of it. They were too...." I don't look at him, I spill out every detail on my parent's divorce.
"You asshole!" She roared. "You have a daughter in the other room listening. She is our daughter!"
"You need to grow up for our daughter Renee!" My father, Charlie yelled."She takes care of you! You have to do nothing! Your daughter cooks, cleans for you! She freakin' gives you medicine when your sick!"
"She loves me! Like a good daughter! She didn't need to do that! She knows that!" My mother said.
"What she's doing for you, is like what a mother should do for her child Renee." My father said sternly. "We're not eighteen anymore Renee, time to start acting your age."
"Charlie, I can't do this with you!" She yelled. "I..I want a divorce."
"What?"
"I don't love you anymore."
"What?" My father sat down realizing something. Every time mother came home late, her lipstick smudges, she was cheating.
"I love someone else Charlie."
"Who is it?" My father asks quietly.
"Phil Dwyer." My mother says slowly. I heard this all from the living room.
"I want a divorce too." He finally says. "I want to see my little girl grow up though."
"Of course Charlie."
"I..love...her."
"Yes, I love her too."
"I love you like a sister."
"Charlie...me too." I gasped.
"It's really happening?" I whispered. I run upstairs to my room and slammed my door. I dialed a number.
"Jake," I say crying into the phone. "It's happened!"
"What's happened?" He asked slowly.
"Jake...They've, my parents...have broken up...They-"
"Calm down Isabella, I'm coming over."
"Oh Jake..hurry." I sob.
"Bye."
"Hurry!" He hanged up, I hanged up. He was in walking distance, he took his bike. We were thirteen. Jake, he took his bike and rode fast. He rung the doorbell in fifteen minutes.
"Hello?" My mother answered the door.
"Hello Mrs. Swan, is Isabella around?" Jake's voice calmed me.
"Yes, upstairs." My mother said closing the door, I heard Jake's fast footsteps He knocked on my bedroom door. I opened and he hugged me.
"Isabella." He sighed hugging me closer. We grew up together, this was normal behavior. "Oh, Isabella." But the way he was saying my name, was different. "How are you?" He asked into my neck.
"Jake," I cried into his sleeve. He closed the door.
"Why don't we sit down?" He asked I nodded. We sat down. "Why?"
"Jake, my mom cheated on Charlie." I sob. And I told him every word. "In the end they love each other as siblings! That's gross!" Jake chuckled. "What?"
"The way you said that..Sorry." I think about it then laugh.
"Yeah, it was funny."
"And didn't you tell me you wanted the fighting to stop?"
"Yeah but...I never thought they'd break up. Abandon me..."
"They're not Abandoning anyone," Jake said. "and even if they were, I would still be here. Isabella, I love you."
"What?" I stopped crying. He smiled and kissed me. I pull apart. "Jake...what?"
"Isabella, I've thought about this for a while. I love you." He whispered taking my cheeks in his hands.
"How long is a while Jake?" I whispered.
"Since we were eleven."
"Two years ago?" That was a long time.
"A while, I told you." He whispers inching closer. Something went off, alarm bells. I should have listened to them, I didn't. We kissed again. We didn't kiss for another two years. He went away for a while is what I mean, I don't know where. It felt like the people I love kept leaving me. But he promised. He said: "I'll come back for you." And he did.
"The end." I say my eyebrows knitted together. My stomach queasy from remembering. "After those kisses, the break-up wasn't that bad. Jake was there for me, then went to an unknown location." I shake my head. I won't cry.
"Oh," Edward says looking at me. I can still feel his cool hands on my cheeks. Felt so different from Jake. "He was your first..kiss?"
"Yes." I say coldly. "He was the first boy to touch my lips with his own." I want to wash my mouth out with soap. My cheeks get warm again. Damn my cheeks. My legs are shaking too. And my hands are in fists. I hate him. I hate Jake!
"That was your first story, I'll show you Esme's song." He says. I nod and sigh.
"That was easier than I expected it to be." I say looking at him.
"But, it was hard none of the less." He says. I stare into his deep bright green eyes and get lost in them. He understands me.
"Yes, it was hard. But...with you...it was easier then anyone else."
"Probably 'cause I don't have a pen and pad writing every little detail down."
"That's not it Edward." I say looking up at the ceiling. "It was just easier."
"I'm glad." He says smiling. "Two more stories until tonight."
"Please, I'm begging only one story per song."
He looks at me pressing his lips together.
"Please? You only have to tell me one story. I'm begging you. Please." My arms are shaking.
"Mm...I don't want to push you." He whispers.
"Thank you." I want to wrap my arms around his neck. So I take his hand and squeeze it before letting go. "Thank-you for everything." I whisper.
"Thank-you Bella." He smiles. That crooked smile. My heart skips four beats. "You will be the only person I will tell my story to. All of it."
"Wait. What about Carlisle? Esme?"
"They know some of it."
"Some..Oh..." I suddenly feel very important.
"But to just tell you, the little bit I did tell, helped me a lot." …..
"So your like my personal therapist?"
"No!" I didn't say it was a bad thing Edward don't get all defensive. "I'm...I...I'm a friend. Though, I'm not a good friend." HE frowns. "I wish I was."
"To me, you are." That's recently though.
"That's....good....I guess."
"Why do you think your such a bad person?" I ask.
"I'm responsible for my mother's death." He says. "It's all my fault," He's zoned out. "So, please, don't let me get too close to you Bella." I stand up.
"This is boring. Let's take a walk then we can talk without worrying about anyone coming in."
"Okay, I'll show you something."
"What?" I ask.
"Grab your coat, and...follow." He says smiling and grabbing his leather coat. "I have a lot of places to show you, so everyday we'll do this okay?"
"Sounds like a plan." I smile sliding my arms into my coat I pulled off before going to sleep. I wonder where we are going.
~:D I want to take this opportunity to say thank-you to ALL OF YOU WHO ARE READING THIS! Thank-you! I also want to thank Dolphinogirl for always being a supportive twin :). I don't know where I would be without you! Probably still doubting my talent for writing. When I see people reading this, I can not describe how happy I am. Thank you. All of you.~
