I DON'T OWN TWILIGHT OR ANY OF THE MUSIC USED IN THE MAKING OF THIS STORY!
"Carlisle, what are you doing back?" I asked as I stood up from the bench.
"I came back to my home." He answered.
"What about Esme and your children?" I asked as I started to walk towards him.
"Esme and I are divorced. The rest went their own ways after we left Forks." He replied. What would cause him and Esme to leave each other?
"I sorry about you and Esme." I said as I stopped right in front of him.
"It's better to loved and lost, than to never love at all." He said.
"I guess, but heartbreaks a bitch." I replied.
"That is true, but it looks like you learned a way to cope." He said as he looked at the sheet music that cover parts of his house. If only he saw all the ones that filled my room at home.
"It's just a hobby." I replied.
"Play another one." He said.
"But, they suck."
"Not if their half as good as the other one you played."
"Fine." I said as
we started to walk over to the piano. He stood behind me as I started
to play and then I started to sing "I woke up
early this morning around 4am
With the moon shining bright as
headlights on the interstate
I pulled the covers over my head and
tried to catch some sleep
But thoughts of us kept keeping me
awake
Ever since you found yourself in someone else's arms
I've
been tryin' my best to get along
But that's OK
There's nothing
left to say, but
Take your records, take your freedom
Take
your memories I don't need'em
Take your space and take your
reasons
But you'll think of me
And take your cap and leave my
sweater
'Cause we have nothing left to weather
In fact I'll
feel a whole lot better
But you'll think of me, you'll think of
me
I went out driving trying to clear my head
I tried to
sweep out all the ruins that my emotions left
I guess I'm feeling
just a little tired of this
And all the baggage that seems to
still exist
It seems the only blessing I have left to my name
Is
not knowing what we could have been
What we should have
been
So
Take your records, take your freedom
Take your
memories I don't need'em
Take your space and take your reasons
But
you'll think of me
And take your cap and leave my sweater
'Cause
we have nothing left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot
better
But you'll think of me
Someday I'm gonna run across
your mind
Don't worry, I'll be fine
I'm gonna be alright
While
you're sleeping with your pride
Wishing I could hold you
tight
I'll be over you
And on with my life
So take your
records, take your freedom
Take your memories I don't need'em
And
take your cap and leave my sweater
'Cause we have nothing left to
weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But you'll think
of me
So take your records, take your freedom
Take your
memories I don't need'em
Take your space and all your reasons
But
you'll think of me
And take your cap and leave my sweater
'Cause
we got nothing left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot
better
But you'll think of me, you'll think of me, yeah
And
you're gonna think of me
Oh someday baby, someday" (A/N:
You'll Think Of Me by Keith Urban).
After the last note was played I turned around to see what he
thought.
"Bella that was the greatest song I've ever heard. You have a very better special talent." He said as he looked down at me.
"You don't have to lie."
"I'm not lying."
"I think you are."
"Well, you're wrong."
"Believe what you want to because I have to get home." I said as I got up.
"I
will." He said as I walked out the door. I got into my truck and
started the engine. Before I pulled out of the drive way I turned on
the radio. I passed Newton Outfitter's when Steve Azar's I Don't
Have To Be Me Till' Monday cam on and then I couldn't help sing
along "I got me a brand new car, waitin' in the driveway
Shining
like a bright new star
Been wishin' on it everyday
To take me
away from here.
So I called into where I worked
Told a
little white lie
No, my back don't really hurt, but that's my
aliby
My temporary ticket to anywhere but there
Call it an
early weekend, call it goin' off the deep end
Call it what you
want I've made up my mind
(chorus)
I dont have to be me til
Monday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
I aint gonna face reallity
3
days without punchin a time clock, 3 nights goin non-stop
No work,
all play! I dont have to be me til Monday!
Yeah! I can do what
I wanna do. Be who I wanna be
I got no one to answer to, soon as I
turn the key
A cash machine, gasoline, and we're outta here.
Call
it an early weekend
Call it goin'off the deep end
Baby you and
me, we can leave it all behind
(chorus)
I dont have to be
me til Monday, Friday, Saturday, or Sunday
I aint gonna face
reallity
3 days without punchin' a time clock, 3 night goin
non-stop
No work, all play! I dont have to be me til
Monday!
Oh...3 days without punchin' a time clock, 3 nights
goin non-stop
No work, all play! I dont have to be me til
Monday!
I dont have to be me...
I dont have to be me til
Monday!
I dont have to be me...
I dont have to be me til
Monday!
I dont have to be me...
I dont have to be
me... til Monday!" By the time the song was over I was
sitting in the driveway watching the rain hit my windshield. I cut
the engine and got out of the car then. When I got inside I found
Charlie sitting in his chair talking to someone who sat on the sofa.
At first I couldn't tell who it was then I realized that it was
Mike Newton. God Help My Pour Soul.
"Oh, Bella some of your friends stopped by." Charlie said as I walked into the living room. There are several things wrong with that statement. First, Mike is no why considered a friend. Second, Mike is one person not several and Charlie said "friends" not "friend". I think Mike could tell I was confused.
"Ben, Angela, and Jess are in the kitchen cooking." He said. Oh, great it's a party.
"I'll go talk to them." I said before I walked out of the living room and into the kitchen.
"Bella, where have you been?" Angela asked as she dropped what she was doing to greet me.
"No where really. What are you doing here?" I asked.
"Well, you never come out with us anymore so we decide to bring the party to you," Angela answered.
"That she saw Dr. Cullen in town today." Ben said softly as he put something in the fridge. Angela and Jess quickly turned to him and gave disapproval looks.
"Its okay I already saw him." I said as I sat down at the table. I pulled a piece of sheet music out from under Jess's purse and started working on it as they cooked.
"Bella, can we hear what you're working on?" Angela asked.
"I
guess, but it not that good." I said and then I started to sing
"Mile marker 203, the gas guage leanin' on the edge of "E",
An'
I'll be dang'd if the rain ain't pourin' down.
There's somethin'
smokin' underneath the hood,
It's a-bangin' and a-clangin' an' it
can't be good,
An' it's another fifty miles to the nearest
town.
Everythin' I own's in the back in a hefty bag;
I'm outta
cigarettes an' I'm down to my last drag.
I'd sure hate to
break down here,
Nothin' up ahead or in the rear view mirror.
Out
in the middle of no-where knowing
I'm in trouble if these wheels
stop rollin'.
So, God help me, keep me movin' somehow.
Don't
let me start wishin' I was with him now.
I made it this far
without cryin' a single tear.
I'd sure hate to break down here.
Under fifty thousand miles ago,
Before the bad blood an'
busted radio,
You said I was all You'd ever need.
But love is
blind an' little did I know,
You were just another dead end
road,
Paved with pretty lies an' broken dreams.
Baby, leavin'
you is easier than bein' gone.
I don't know what I'll do if one
more thing goes wrong.
I'd sure hate to break down
here,
Nothin' up ahead or in the rear view mirror.
Out in the
middle of no-where.
Knowin I'm in trouble if these wheels stop
rollin'.
So, God help me, keep me movin' somehow.
Don't let me
start wishin' I was with him now.
I made it this far without
cryin' a single tear.
An' I'd sure hate to break down here.
Oh,
no.
I'd sure hate to break down here,
With nothin' up
ahead or in the rear view mirror.
Out in the middle of
no-where.
KnowinI'm in trouble if these wheels stop rollin'.
So,
God help me, keep me movin' somehow.
Don't let me start wishin' I
was with him now.
I made it this far without cryin' a single
tear.
An' I'd sure hate to break down,
It's too late to turn
around.
I'd sure hate to break down here.
Mile Marker 215."
(A/N: Break Down Here by Julie
Roberts).
"That's great Bella. Logan would love to play that with you. He's afraid that the more you learn to play instruments that you won't need him." Angela said.
"I'll always need my band." I said.
