I DON'T OWN TWILIGHT OR ANY OF THE MUSIC USED IN THE MAKING OF THIS STORY

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.