A/N: I am sorry this later than some of you may like. But here it is. Yet again I don't own Twilight. Stephenie Meyer does. Oh I forgot to mention last chapter, that there is a link to what I envision Jarred's apartment to look like on my profile.

Chapter 7: Bridge and Tunnel

If
If you want
If you want to be the one that he's thinking of
You
You just need
You just need to understand
Ah, just turn around
Just turn around
Whoa A-oh-a-oh

BPOV

The sun shone through the large guest bedroom that Edward and I were in. I forgot a second where I was until the sound of traffic and a police car siren blared. I fluttered my eyes open and tried to wiggle out of Edward's arm so I could explore Jarred's apartment. Wow this is going to be a daunting task. I thought as I look at Edward vice grip like hold on me.

Finally I pried his arms from around me. I pray he wouldn't wake up. I slipped out of the huge bed. I looked around the room noticing the small dresser and the walls sporadically decorated with pictures. A lot of the pictures were of random ones of musicians that I am sure Jarred and the guys toured with. I smiled at how happy they are. Touring with them must be so much fun.

I walked over to the window that looks out onto the street. I pulled back the curtains. The street was filled with the hustle and bustle of an early Monday morning. The people walking on the side walk intrigued me. Wonder where they are going? I wonder what there life is like. Are they native New Yorkers? I was pulled away from my thoughts when to strong but gentle arms wrapped around my waist. He pulled me closer to him. His lips came dangerously close to my ear when I could feel his lips grazing my ear lobe.

"What are you looking at love?" his lips started to gently kiss my neck. "I am looking at all the people. I am lost in the thought of them." I whispered. I quickly closed the curtains and turned toward him. As he finished kissing my neck he attacked my lips. We made out for a little while until the overwhelming growling in our stomach over took us. And that's when we decided to leave the room to find some food.

Both of us assumed that Jarred would be gone already since he did mention something about starting to record today. But to our surprise Jarred was milling around the kitchen. He pushed the box of Fruit Loops towards us as we settled down on the stools at the kitchen counter. After pour a bowl of cereal, we started in on idle chit chat. Jarred told us he will be in the studio most of the day and we are welcome to come down and visit him.

We agreed to come down and hang out with them. I got up to go shower when Edward pulled me back into a chaste kiss. I scampered off to the bathroom. When I got out of the shower I quickly changed into Henley and pulled a Black Rebel Motorcycle Club tee shirt over top of it and paired it with some skinny leg jeans. I pulled on my old Converse Chucks. When I finally walked out into the living room area I saw Edward was dressed as casually as me. Jarred comment on how all of us were wearing a band shirt. He was wearing a vintage Poison shirt, Edward in a Muse shirt and me in my Black Rebel Motorcycle shirt.

Edward helped me into my coat and we were outside hailing a cab to the recording studio. The studio was great. I have never been in one before. I was questioning the producer and the technicians about what everything did and how it worked. I saw that Edward talking to the guys in the sound proof room. The producer told me earlier that if you press that red button, you can hear what they are saying in there. But they can hear you.

I really want to know what they are saying. I know Edward is plotting something. I need to know. Gah! I hate surprises/ But I don't want they to know I know. And if I pressed that little red button, they would most definitely hear me. I smacked my hand scolding myself for letting the idea of eavesdropping invade my thoughts. Just then Edward and the guys emerged into the control room. (A/N: I am not sure if that's what it's called. The room with all the mixers and what not is where I am talking about.)

"So what's up guys?" I asked as they filed in. "Nothing we are going to start recording now. You guys can sit in here in watch." Dustin told us but I could see a knowing smile on his face. This smile was similar to the one on all the guys' faces.

An hour past in no time, the new songs were so great. Then it was lunch time. The studio catered lunch. All of us sat around the small make shift cafeteria and ate. "So Bella, I was wondering if you would care to sing accident prone with me." Jarred added one of those puppy dog pouts that not even the grumpiest old man could turn down. "Damn! You guys know I can't say no to a pout like that." I smiled at them. "So I take that as a yes?" he asked. "Yeah." I told him as we finished up lunch.

We walked into the sound proof room where they played as they recorded. He handed me an acoustic guitar and I began to tune it up. Then we started playing. I couldn't help staring at Edward as he watched me play and sing along with Jarred. As the song came to an end, the producer voice came over the speakers. "Great job guys. Now you and the guys need to get back to work." I smiled and thanked Jarred as I left the room.

After being in the studio with the guys most of the afternoon. I was getting restless. Edward and I decided to back to Jarred's apartment and get changed go see the sites. I changed into a sweater and some nice pants. Edward was wearing a navy blue button up dress shirt. We left to go get some dinner.

"Bella, I was thinking French tonight." Edward smiled at me. "Sure, that sounds great." I answered him as we got into a cab. He told the cabbie to take us to a restaurant called Cosette. (The link to Cosette is in my author profile.)

Cosette was a quant little French Bistro in the City. It was a short distance from one of the most famous New York City landmarks, the Empire State Building. When we walked in the maître d' greeted us in French. I just smiled because extent of my French was I saw in the movies and what bits I learned over the past few years on our trips to Paris. "Cullen." Edward quickly replied and we were ushered to our talk.

The waiter came over to our table. His name read "Jean- Paul". "Bonsoir. Que puis-je vous recevoir pour boire?" He glanced at me and then at Edward. I was unsure what he said beyond good evening. Then the one phrase that I used a lot in Paris came out of my mouth. "Bonjour. Je parle très petit français. Pouvons-nous parler dans l'anglais?" I asked the waiter. "Oui. I mean yes. Good evening. What can I get you to drink?" he smiled at me. "Well I will have water with a lemon please." I told him. Edward ordered his drink and smirk at me.

"What?" I asked. "Nothing really. You just took over that situation. I would have translated for you." He smirked again. "Well I want to know everything that was going on. I know you could be editing the conversation." I smiled at him again.

After receiving our drinks we order on food. We had a lovely dinner that was filled with what we were going to do this week and how much fun being in the studio was. I told him how much fun it was to be in the booth with Jarred singing. I even mentioned that one day I would like record the lullaby he wrote for me so I could have it forever.

After paying for dinner we headed out into the city. It's so beautiful at night. First stop was the Empire State Building. We walked in and purchase our ticket and next we were in the elevator going up the 86 stories to the observation deck. (There are some links to some pictures of the view from the observation deck are on my author's profile.) I went directly to look at the view. Edward joined me by tightly pulling my back into his chest.

"This view is so beautiful." I whispered to him. "Not as beautiful as you." He cooed into my ear as I say him fumbling with something in his coat pocket.

A/N: I am sorry for the cliff hanger. Please don't throw virtual rocks at my head! PLEASE! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Please review! I will love you forever if you do!