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Chapter Seven

Bella POV

Wait! What if I like him too much? As in, he doesn't like me back? UGH! See this is why I chose to stay out of relationships, it was difficult. I'm not talking, juggling difficult –which I could never do by the way- I'm talking running a marathon difficult. You were in for the long run, and you had to want it, to win it.

That was another problem, the 'it.' I didn't want that exactly, I just liked Edward because he made me blush, and smile, and he filled my stomach with butterflies. I didn't risk looking up at him again for fear that all three of those things, and more, would happen.

"Bella?" I looked up, Edward was picking up an acoustic guitar, and went over by the rest of the band, and he smiled at me. "Would you sing this song?"

"Um, sure why not?" I stood up, smoothed my pants out and stood by the microphone.

"These are the lyrics, they were written a while ago, but they're for a female vocalist, and since none of us are girls," he smiled, all sly again, "we thought you could sing it." He moved to my right, and plugged in the guitar.

I quickly looked down at the lyrics Edward handed me, and blushed. "Okay, and are you sure I won't ruin it for you?"

Emmett laughed, "Don't be such a 'Debby Downer' Bella, you're voice is amazing. You'll do fine." Amazingly enough, looking at the stupid goofy smile on his face, made me believe I could be amazing, I don't know why, but I think it had something to do with the whole brother-like thing he had going for him.

"1, 2, 3, 4…" Emmett counted off and they all started to play. I looked down at the sheet music in my hand; I had a rest, so I just listened to the melody for a few moments. I let myself fall into the music, letting it surround me, and I suddenly felt like I was the only one in the room. It didn't matter what other people thought or saw after that, I let go, and let the music take over.

I don't know but...
I think I maybe
fallin' for you
Dropping so quickly
Maybe I should
keep this to myself

Waiting 'til I..
Know you better
I am trying...
Not to tell you...
But I want to...

I'm scared of what you'll say
so I'm hiding...
What I'm feeling...
But I'm tired of
Holding this inside my head

I've been spending all my… time
Just thinking about ya
I don't know what to do
I think I'm fallin' for you

I've been waiting all my.. life
and now I found ya
I don't know what to do
I think I'm falling for you...
I'm falling for you...


As I sang each word, it felt more true to me than they had the moment before. It was amazing, and then I realized why the song would have this affect on me. I resisted the urge to glance to my right, and ignore the fact that he was playing, (they needed an acoustic part for this song) and kept my eyes on the lyrics in front of me, and focused on the rhythm and let myself get lost in it all; again.

As I'm standing here
And you hold my hand
Pull me towards you
and we start to dance

All around us
I see nobody
Here in silence
It's just
you and me

I'm trying..
Not to tell you..
But I want to..

I'm scared of what you'll say
so I'm hiding...
what I'm feeling...
But I'm tired of
Holding this inside my head

I've been spending all my… Time
Just thinking about ya
I don't know what to do
I think I'm fallin' for you

I've been waiting all my.. life
And now I found ya
I don't know what to do
I think I'm fallin' for you...
I'm fallin' for you...

Ooh, I just can't take it..
My heart is racing..
Emotions keep spinning out...

I've been spending all my.. time
just thinking about ya
I don't know what to do
I think I'm fallin' for you

I've been waiting all my… life
and now I found ya
I don't know what to do
I think I'm fallin' for you...
I'm fallin' for you...

I think I'm fallin' for you
I can't stop thinking about it
I want you all around me
And now I just can't hide it
I think I'm fallin' for you
I can't stop thinking about it
I want you all around me
And now I just can't hide it
I think I'm fallin' for you...
I'm fallin' for you...

Ooohhh
Ooh no, no
Oooooohhhhh

Oooh, I'm falling' for ya

As soon as the song ended I ran out of the lounge, through the lobby, and out the front doors. I ignored all the stares I got and just leaned against the brick of the building and sank down so I was crouching down. The blast of cold air I'd gotten when I ran out here was refreshing. I just needed time to clear my head.

Relationships, as I said before, were not my forte. I ran from them, avoided them, I did all I could to not have one. Not that I had many -or any if I'm being honest- opportunities in Forks, and Mike Newton didn't count, he just wanted a hooker that he could get on the street corner. I didn't know if I was prepared for a relationship, to be honest with myself. Really though, are you ever ready?

Then the thought of him not liking me crept back into my head, and I had to take deep breaths. If I finally let myself like someone, even someone who deserved better than me, I don't know if I would live with myself if they didn't like me back. I finally calmed my breathing, and just looked out at the world in front of me, always moving, never slowing down for anything.

"Bella?" someone called my name. I didn't bother to look up; I knew who it was already. I wanted to ask something, but I wasn't sure how to say it. So I blurted it out before I could stop myself.

"Did you write that song?" He sighed, and kneeled down beside me, folding his hands together.

"Yes," he answered me.

I nodded, letting that sink in, "You didn't write it 'a while ago' did you?"

He looked at me then, I knew he did, but I didn't turn my head to look at him, scared of what I might see, or what he might see. "You're very perceptive, you know that?"

"Yeah, I noticed." I sighed, "I'll take that as a yes by the way."

He laughed, "So…"

"So…" I said.

"You okay?" he asked. "Why'd you run?"

"You're difficult," I answered. It was out of nowhere, but it popped into my head, and it was the first thing I thought to say.

"What does that have to do with you running?" His voice was right on the border of confused, and interested.

"It doesn't have anything to do with it. I was just thinking out loud," I told him.

"How am I difficult?" he asked suddenly inquisitive, but with a jokingly annoyed and hurt edge in his tone.

I sighed, was I really having this conversation with this person, right now? "You are so blunt sometimes and then you're so cryptic other times. I don't know if I understand you or not, your actions I mean. You jump around, easily distracted, and you sometimes act like you're not there."

He laughed, "More perceptive than I thought," he said to himself. "I get what you're saying though; Jasper and Emmett tell me I'm in La La Land all the time. I zone out, and they think I'm crazy."

"I don't think you're crazy, just different," I looked at him for the first time since he came out. He was looking at me, a smile on his face; I could see his green eyes sparkle when a taxi or car went by. I could see the headlights and the street lamps reflect in the bright green orbs, making a small segment where the light hit them glow just a little bit brighter than the rest of the green.

"That's an interesting way to put it," he said. The smile changed to a smirk and I shoved him slightly, pressing the side of my arm into his until he swayed. He had to steady himself with his left hand, which didn't work since he fell anyway, while his right grabbed my shoulder pulling me down with him.

We were laughing on the ground together when Alice danced out of the front doors and smiled at us, Jasper was next to her, looking at us like we were crazy.

"See," Edward motioned towards Jasper, "that's a look I get all the time from him. It's a cross between 'you're insane' and 'do I really want to know what's going on?'"

"Oh, now I get it," I said teasingly. "It makes so much more sense after seeing it."

Alice rolled her eyes with a knowing smile that frightened me, and walked back into the building. She pulled Jasper along with her; his look was now one I couldn't place. We stood up and I just looked up at Edward, he was at least six inches taller than me, but oh well.

"I believe the words you're looking for are frightened and bemused," he smiled, holding the door open for me.

"Ah," I said. "They fit perfectly with that look. I'm guessing you get that one often too," I said, walking backwards, a really bad choice for someone so uncoordinated such as myself. I tripped, and started to fall backwards, but a strong set of arms went around my waist at the last possible moment.

The way our bodies were pressed together, I felt every muscle and contour on his arms and chest. I had to stop myself from fainting, and focused on breathing. It felt so good to be close to him, his warm body heat, extending to me, pulling me in. He smiled, his beautiful green eyes glowing, making my heart stop momentarily.

"No, I don't get that look often, I just know my brothers expressions really well. You, on the other hand, I'm guessing get that look quite often," the smirk came back, as he pulled me back to a vertical position, and steadied me carefully. I knew he was referring to my balance, and the crazy looks I get from people for not being able to walk across a flat surface without tripping, and rolled my eyes.

"You'd think that, wouldn't you?" I asked. I turned around and walked forward, with my back to him, until I felt him, his presence, right next to me.

"I would, and I do," he said. He held open the door to the private lounge and we walked in. All eyes went to me. UGH! Great, attention, another thing I hate, a lot. Attention and uncoordinated-ness don't really go all that well together. It was 'a recipe for disaster' Charlie, my Dad, used to say. He said that the first time, when I started school in Forks. That was a fun time for me.

I rolled my eyes and walked over to the couch, everyone was still looking at me. Confusion written across everybody's faces, well everybody's but Alice and Jasper's, they tried not to make it obvious, except for Alice of course.

I pulled out my laptop and started typing. I was thankful when Rosalie started talking. She and Alice knew well enough to know that when I'm typing they should leave me alone for their own good and mine.

"Why don't you guys play another song?" Alice said after a few minutes of mindless talking. They all agreed and started one of the songs they played at a club, rehearsing; making sure it was perfect.

I hadn't eve noticed him sit down next to me. I was too busy typing lyrics – yes inspiration hits at the most unpredictable times- to even realize him looking over my shoulder. When I was going to reach for my headphones I noticed they were gone. That's when I noticed him; he had headphones in, my headphones.

I leaned forward and toward him so he could see my face, and raised my eyebrows. He smiled; my heart stopped, and he pulled one headphone out, handing it to me. "You like music from the fifties?" he asked in disbelief.

Slowly I nodded and put the headphone in; he was playing my "nifty fifty" play-list. It was embarrassing, but I'm guessing he liked it from the amusement on his face, that or he thought I was crazy. On second thought, I'll go with the crazy option. "Yeah," I said. Then I heard the song he was listening to. "Long Tall Sally?" I asked him incredulous; my eyebrows arched high for a second time in two minutes.

"Classic fifties music," he said, as if it explained everything. "Besides, it's you're iPod," he pointed out.

I rolled my eyes; he did have me there, "touché." I saved my word document and pulled out the earphone, handing it back to him, and then I clicked close, and opened my e-mail.

He smiled, putting the earphone back in, but turning the volume down enough to where he could carry on a conversation. "Bells?" he asked.

"My dad's nickname for me," I told him. "Last Christmas I got him a laptop and taught him how to email, and IM. He's actually getting better at it. Oh, and he's the only one who can ever call me that."

"Fine Belle" he said. I rolled my eyes, the word Belle meant beauty, and I knew that nickname was on purpose. Plus, it was only one off my dad's, close enough to drive me crazy. "What's going on in… Forks?" He asked. "Is that a real place?"

I laughed at him. That was a reaction I got from a lot of people, even people who lived in Washington didn't know about it. It was miniature, and on the Olympic Peninsula, so pretty much unknown. There were only like 3,000 people living there there. That was about the population of the high school I would have gone to if I'd stayed in Phoenix with my mother, Renee. "Yeah, it's where I used to live." I told him, noticing Rosalie and Emmett getting awfully close in the corner, from the corner of my eye.

"Interesting," he said. "So you really did grow up not far from here?" he asked after a minute. I saw Rosie slowly leaning him back a grinning Emmett into the wall, at least he was happy. Everyone else was at an instrument or at a computer; Garrett was of course, listening to a track they just played.

I nodded, "Not far at all."

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