Chapter 4- Edward

"Dude you're name's wrong." Emmett said as we pulled up in front of the old theatre in Forks.

"What?" Edward turned to see what he was talking about and the marquee did display his name wrong, but he could see why. Some of the letters had blown off in the storm that had passed through. He didn't care. It wasn't for notoriety that he was there. It was to see if he could find her.

"Why are we here again?" Emmett asked

"Because Emmett. This is where it really started for us. Well as a band anyway. My life started when I saw this one." Jasper said looking down at Alice and placing a hand on her stomach.

"Aw…Jazz. You are so sweet you know that?" We all rolled our eyes. "but you're still in trouble for this morning. Nice try though." We all started laughing at that but it stopped when we saw Jasper glaring daggers at us. "I think it's fantastic that you guys come back here. It will be a good way to conclude the tour. Well almost. The actual end is in Seattle right?"

"Yeah. And then we're going to spend some time with mom and dad." Edward Answered.

"Well that's good. Mary hasn't seen them in a long time." Alice said.

"Yeah." Edward answered only really half way paying attention to his family. Being back here brought all the memories back stronger. They flooded back to him. The way she looked. The way she smelled. The way she felt. It's always said that you remember your first and he has never forgotten his brown eyed angel. Bella. His beautiful Bella. As soon as he set all of this up he began to worry. What if she had left? What if no one knew here where he could find her? What would he do then? He had to see her. He had been plagued for the longest time about if what he did was the right thing. When his bus had pulled away from that fair grounds he had looked back to see her still standing there watching, clutching at her chest. He had hidden in his corner of the bus until they had gotten home. Then he hid in his room until they had to go to another gig. He had felt like he had left a part of him back with her.

He had given her a chance. A chance to come with him. He almost knew before he asked that she would say no, but he had to ask her. He had wanted her to say yes so badly, but she was right. It just wasn't the right time. But he was sure she was the right girl. He had never heard from her after that night. He wondered if maybe it didn't mean the same thing to her as it did to him. He would find her now. If for nothing else than to know if she felt the same connection he did. It made him nervous though.

What would he do if he found her and she was already taken? What if she was married and had children by now. It was entirely possible that it could have happened. Even the thought of his Bella being with another man almost made him ill.

"Edward?" Alice's concerned voice broke into his thoughts. "Edward? Are you alright?"

"Yeah Alice. I'm sorry were you saying something?"

"No." She looked around her. The others had already left them. Off to do one thing or the other. "Edward…is this about…her." Alice had been one of the few people that knew about Bella. Or at least, knew that he still thought about her. It was remarkable how close he felt to Alice. He could tell her anything. Her and Jasper were his confidants, and he was thankful for them. "I thought it was."

"Do you think that this is a mistake Alice?"

"No. No I don't. I want you to be happy Edward. You've been unhappy too long."

"Thanks."

"No problem but when it gets to be time for your wedding. You give me all rights to plan it."

He laughed. "Let's not count chickens. Okay Ali. Let's just see if I can find her first."

"Oh you will. I'm positive."

"One of your feelings?"

"Don't mock. They've never been wrong."

"Okay. Okay." And with that they headed into the theatre. All day he was wound up so tight waiting for the show. He never got nervous about a show, but now he was nervous. He blew through the sound check in a blur not really registering a single thing that was being said. That night we went out on stage there weren't that people there in the crowd, as to be expected in a small town like this. He had finished singing their second song before he really looked out into the crowd. There she was beautiful brown eyes shining up at him in the front row.

She was still beautiful. If he had expected time to change that it hadn't. She had matured slightly. Her eyes had lost some of their innocence and her hairs wild curls had been tamed into soft curls around her face, but other than that it was almost as she was when they met ten years ago. Complete with the blush that crossed her face when she felt him watching her. The rest of the show he sang to her and to her only. When he left the stage he stood anxiously waiting to see what would happen next. He had made himself promise that if she came back to see him then he would know that it met as much to her as it did to him.

And he waited and waited, and waited and waited. He was about to give up when he heard knock on his bus door. He took a deep breath and went to the door. He opened it and there she stood. She was here. Close enough for him to see, to smell, to touch. It was better than any dream he had ever had.

"Hello." She said quietly. He closed his eyes at the sound. He'd lost count of how many times he'd dreamed of her voice.

"Bella." He let out in a breath.

She looked surprised. "You…I didn't think…I wasn't sure if you'd remember me."

"I've never forgotten you. How could I?" He asked as he reached out to cup her cheek. He knew maybe he was pushing his luck, but he needed to feel her to make sure that this was real. She leaned into his touch and closed her eyes. When she opened them again he could see moisture that wasn't there before and right then he didn't care. The worst she could do was push him away. He leaned in and their lips met. He felt like he was coming home in that moment.

He meant it to be a short kiss, but the moment their lips met he lost all brain function. It was a moment before he realized that she wasn't really reacting. He was starting to get scared when he felt her hand at the back of his neck and pull herself to him. He pulled her into the bus and shut the door before kissing her again. When they finally separated from lack of oxygen he rested his forehead on hers. "Bella I…" she put a hand to his lips to stop him from speaking.

"Before…Before you say anything. You need to know Edward…" She paused and he felt his heart breaking. She was going to tell him that she was already with someone. That she had never really felt anything for him, let alone the love he was hoping that she felt. "I…I love you Edward Cullen. I always have, and when you left. Edward. I broke inside."

"Me too. God Bella me too." And he kissed her again. She loved him. And he loved her, the rest they could figure out later. They would do it they could do it. There they sat on the couch in his bus talking like on the first day they met.

They talked for hours, about everything that has happened since they'd seen each other last. She had gotten her dream job. She started a Forks office for the Seattle paper and her and a few others worked there. Every so often she would have to drive to Seattle for meetings but only every once and a while. She was the editor. Everything could be mailed to her. But that wasn't it. She had a little boy. He watched as her eyes lit up talking about him. He was torn. He was glad to see her happy, but with a son it would be nearly impossible for him to convince her to come with him to LA this time, but he was going to try.