AN:- yo everyone! I know I haven't updated in a while. Things were really busy around my place. We were getting prepared to go off to the beach for five days. I'm at the house right now and it's awesome. Figured as I got my Toshiba avec moi I would cough up a chapter and post it when I get home. So here's chapter nine and a song for you. There's also a nice little surprise for you in here. I really wanna know how ALL of you who read this chapter feel about it so send me reviews PLEASE.

The doctors refused to let Edward go home the next day. They were adamant about him staying on for a considerable amount of time to get him fairly healthy but Edward Sr. was adamant about taking him home. Eventually, he only ended up spending three days extra. The doctors were painfully curious about the condition Edward was found in. That would not do. Edward Sr. ended up paying them off.

On the third day, Edward sat up in his bed with a legal pad and a felt tip pen from his father's briefcase, scrawling the lyrics for a song that he had been formulating in his mind ever since he had seen his parents kiss. Kissing was a strange thing to him. He had wondered about the significance of it, considered the realistic aspects of it such as getting spit all over and inhaling the other person's breath but then he lost himself in what he had seen in his parents' kiss. There had been passion in it and apology. It had been soft and tender, loving, like a slow dance. Edward was confused by the hypocrisy of the entire thing; the fight each other, say they don't want each other, but they kiss like that.

And she watched her heart break over and over again

For him, for him, for him, over and over again,

Loving her pain over and over again

Just to save him from responsibility's strain-

Strain on the straps of his filled sack,

He carried the bag and she broke her back

Over and over again to save him from his own pain,

Save her shooting star from himself…

Then you take my pain and my lips,

Kiss me into infinity and there after

You try to take my pain but claim my lips

And kiss me into infinity and there after…

She listened to her words cut him over and over again

For me, for me, for me, over and over again,

She thought and loved his pain over and over again,

Just to save herself and tie a ribbon to numb her pain

And hated herself for being so callous,

She gave into undeniable malice

Over and over again to show him her pain,

Save her shooting star from himself…

Then you take my pain and my lips,

Kiss me into infinity and there after

You try to take my pain but claim my lips

And kiss me into infinity and there after…

And her shooting star races across her horizon,

Stopping at her window to kiss her with wild abandon

And his fickle promises keep her near for one night longer,

One night longer and she grows weaker and weaker.

His light shines brighter and stronger

And her eyes grow bleaker and bleaker.

Over and over again to keep him closer,

Save her shooting star from himself…

Then you take my pain and my lips,

Kiss me into infinity and there after

You try to take my pain but claim my lips

And kiss me into infinity and there after…

She can't save him from himself over and over again,

She falls deeper into the earth shattering pain

But with his spark on her tongue and heart at her lips,

She lets them both fade into the inevitable.

Then he takes her soul and her lips,

Kisses her into infinity and there after

He tries to make her soul smile but claims her lips

And kisses her into infinity and there after…

Elizabeth walked into the room with a tight smile just then, her husband slumping in shortly after her with a dark scowl. The boy looked between their faces, waiting for some outburst or at least some explanation but they just stood there, their expressions locked in place, fairly close to each other. Edward Sr. suddenly blew out a harsh breath before straightening up and loosening his tie further and popping open the second button on his dress shirt.

"I swear, Elizabeth, if that man so much as looks at you ever again, I will rip off his arm and beat his nose into his brain with it!" Wow, daddy and I think alike.

"You? Edward, I was the one being virtually undressed and screwed! I feel utterly violated." She shuddered clutching her blouse up higher against her collar bones. "We should find Edward a new doctor."

"I agree." Edward Sr. was pouting now at his wife who laughed genuinely and in turn brought a smile to the man's face; he hadn't realized just how much he missed making her laugh. "Aside from the fact that he's behaving inappropriately around you, Beth, I didn't like how he was handling you, Edward." His father's eyes flashed as he focused on Edward's leg which was an unrecognizable bump under the sheet. "Do you feel comfortable around him?"

Are you seriously asking me this question, daddy? Whilst shaking his head slowly, Edward scrawled something quickly on the corner of a new page and tore it off, passing it to his father.

" 'You can borrow my crutch; metal hits harder.' " Elizabeth laughed heartily but shook her head at it, giving Edward a look that wiped the grin right off of the both faces of man and boy alike. "There's more, honey" Edward Sr. looked as innocent as he could muster with his face being older and harder now at forty-two than it had been at twenty. " 'He hurt my leg the last time we went to see him. I would definitely like a new doctor.' "

"It's settled then," Elizabeth sighed with a slight smile, toying again with the leaf pendant at her throat.

"Yes." Edward watched his father fold the note up and pocket it, pulling back the sleeve of his jacket to check the time. "I have to call the office. Carter Lawrence is really more like a nagging wife than my boss." Rolling his eyes he jogged out of the room.

The door swung close on his departure but a fair hand darted out to catch it before it closed completely and the strangest creature Edward had ever laid eyes on walked into the room. She was shorter than him, that was for sure, but just as thin and pale. Elizabeth smile at the newcomer, beckoning her to the bedside. The girl wore a long, tattered and dirty-looking cotton skirt of a colour he couldn't have recognized in any light that hung dangerously low on her hips, bunched up at the corner by about three large safety pins. She must have been his age because although he could see the straps of her training bra falling down her slender shoulders, along with the thin straps of her faded-black vest, she didn't have anything to put in it and still had her curves were now starting. Edward noticed during her dreadfully slow trudge to them, he listened to the soft squeaking of the soles of her leather slippers on the cold tile.

"Hello, Edward!" She knew who he was? Edward's eyes widened in the purest of all astonishments. "I'm in your homeroom at school! I'm Isabella Marie Swan, also know preferably as Bella and I got worried when you didn't show up at school these past few days so I asked Mrs. Hinderson and she said that you were in the hospital and that made me worry more so I decided to come visit you and tell you that I hope you get really better really soon and that the other kids are farts because they don't talk to you and that I don't think anything bad about you and that I didn't talk to you because I thought I would annoy you and I'm sure I'm doing it right now so I'm going to shut up!"

Edward was still incredibly stunned by this. He knew who this girl was. He knew all the faces in his middle school homeroom but like she had said, none of them talked to him so this was heart-stopping. Elizabeth smiled hugely at the little girl. She was very pretty under the dirt and mass of bead that hung on her neck and arms. Her lips were soft and round and her smile shone straight into Elizabeth's heart, the smile, brightening the little girl's deep brown eyes, set deep in her little, heart-shaped face from what looked like lack of sleep.

"Edward?" His head snapped to the side to his mother. "Where are your manners? Don't just stare at the girl! Say something to her." He knew what his mother meant and began writing quickly.

Hello, Bella. I know who you are. You're also in my Math and Science class. Thank you for you concern. Thanks for thinking nice things about me. You'r not annoying me. I like that you are talking to me. Edward drew an awkward smiley. He was thirteen after all and girls were still foreign and strange territory. She read the note, scrunching up her brow in concentration which was admittedly…cute? A smile broke across Bella's face.

"That's good to know. I have to go now, Edward, my daddy's waiting outside for me. It was nice to meet you, Mrs. Masen." The girl skipped out of the room, the note clutched to her chest. Elizabeth looked at the door that closed shut on the strange girl's leave, thinking about what had just occurred and measuring the authenticity of her words.

"I like her," Elizabeth said to her son, smiling brightly at the far-from-nonchalant look on Edward's face. "Don't look like that. She's just a little girl." Edwrd's eyes grew larger and Elizabeth laughed harder this time around. "Okay, I get it. Girls and germs are the same at your age."

AN:- okay, I now I'm staying on a positive note but mainly because I want to make this story longer than I intended to when I started it. It was meant to be a one-shot then I realized I had too much ideas for it. Lol. Anyway, it is IMPERITIVE THAT YOU REVIEWTHIS CHAPTER so that I'll know how I should continue with Bella.