Hey people, here's the next chapter, hope you like it. and i'm the process on writing the 10th. And i know that right now, everything in the story is kind of moving slow, bt i just want you guys to get the hang of what goes no in school before i start writing a bit faster. And right now, i'm writing notes about the WEEKEND plans!!

'.letters.X: THANKS!! i'm really happy that you like it!

Roxymar: I'm excited about the weekend too!! Can't wait to see how jacob reacts!! and it's soo cool that you're a harry potter fan too!!

Romace4ever: as for Oliver having other motives, i guess you'll just have to wait and see *evil laugh*

Renesmee POV

I was soo excited about my plans for the weekend – even though I don't know exactly where we're going – that Trig went by fast with no complication. My. Owen didn't pick me to answer any of his questions and I finished my work faster than usual. And when the bell rang at the end of the lesson, I packed as fast as I was allowed to and went straight to my favorite lesson.

When I walked into the class, Schuyler, Johnny and Tony were already there and were busy playing their instrument. I walked straight to Schuyler, "Hey, what you doing?" I put my bag down and pulled a chair next to her.

She looked up from the blank music sheet, "Oh, hey Nessie," she smiled, "What took you soo long?"

"But I'm not late," I looked at my watch, confused.

"Yeah I know, but most people would want any excuse to leave whatever lesson they were at to be in music," she pointed at Johnny and Tony, "we always tell our Spanish teacher that Mr. Hands would explode if we're not 5 minutes early," she laughed, "Oh, which reminds me, Oliver told me that you said you could come out with us this weekend."

"Oh yeah. I'm really excited," I clapped my hands, "so where are we going?"

"It's nothing special, but there is this place at First beach. When we were kids, Tony, Johnny, Ollie and I always used to go there and just hang out. You know, so it's not something huge," she looked embarrassed, I guess my excitement made her feel guilty that we weren't doing something different.

"Oh Schuyler," I hugged her, "that's going to be so much fun! I seriously can't wait!"

"Are you serious?" she asked, not sure I was telling the truth, "I mean, it's not something amazing, it's just going to First Beach."

"No, I love it!" the fact that they are letting me in to a place of their childhood and accepting me so much that they have invited me to do with them what was kind of a ritual for them. I couldn't have found a better way to spend the weekend.

"O-kay," Schuyler blew her bangs away from her face, "other than you getting completely excited over something as simple as a beach," she laughed, "I think you should start our assignment."

"And care to enlighten me on that?" I teased.

"Well, we're supposed to compose a whole new music piece, and its due in a week," she pointed at her blank music sheet, "and as you can tell, I haven't gotten that far," she looked at the sheet, frustrated, "no matter how I start, it just seems like I can't find the perfect middle and ending, it's frustrating as hell!"

"Don't worry Sky, you'll get it," and grabbed my bag and I walked to the far end of the room where the piano sat, waiting to be played.

I just sat on the piano bench for 5 minutes trying to think of something that could inspire me, then I heard footsteps walking towards me but I didn't look behind me because I knew that it was Tony, from his scent.

"Hey," he sat next to me on the bench with on leg of either side so he would face me, "why aren't you playing. I was kinda looking forward to hear to play again," he smiled. And like an idiot, I couldn't stop from blushing.

"So, that's the blush Ollie was talking about," he slowly brushed his finger on one of my cheeks making me blush even more, I causally moved my face.

"So why aren't you playing anything?" I said begging that he would just stop staring at me the way he is.

"Well I was," he answered and I was grateful that he went back to being laid back and casual, "but nothing good was coming out of these hands," he wiggled his finger.

"Well, did you get anything done?" I laughed.

"Nope. I hate working on deadlines. Especially when it comes to music but well life's tough," he looked at my music sheet, "speaking of not doing work, why haven't you written anything?"

"Well, I need something to inspire me. I can't just start playing about nothing," I turned to my piano, "like this piece was written from inspiration. It's something I wrote ages ago.

I placed my fingers on the keys, and like a blind person, I moved my hand up and down and keys, memorizing even dent. Then I started playing, and the best thing about having a very good memory is that I can actually remember how I felt when I first wrote this piece of music, and I let that feeling flood within me.

The music piece was slow, like the wind brushing the flowers and grass. Every notes moved into the next, blending together, just like the different colors of flowers that just seemed to intermingle together. And the music also had a love story, a story my father told me. Of a vampire who fell in love with a human and brought her here, a place he once thought was the only beautiful thing where in the place that he lived, that was before he saw her. He brought his love to show her who he really is, walking in afraid of rejection and the pain it is going to cause him but walking out with his frozen heart beating.

The last note slowly dissolved and the story finished.

Tony just sat there, looking at the keys, "That was…….wow!" he looked at me, "what inspired to you write this? If you don't mind me asking."

"It's this place my dad showed me, it's a meadow. It's this place he found," I looked back at the keys and smiled, "it's also the place where my parents both found out that they loved each other."

We just sat there, silent, while all the other students were playing there instrument and constructing their own master piece.

"Your parents seem like really cool people," he looked at me and smiled.

"Yeah, I think they are," I sighed, "I love them," but the word 'love' really doesn't cover it. Not if you are going to live for eternity, 'love' just seemed so average because now a days everyone misuses the word 'love'.

"I could tell," he laughed, "from the moment you played the first piece, the one your dad wrote. I knew you loved your parents."

"You sure do notice a lot, for a rocker," I laughed.

"Hey," he nudged me, "I play the acoustic. BIG difference."

"Yeah, if you say so," I laughed.

"So you coming to First beach with us this Saturday?" he smiled.

"Smooth change of subject," I pushed him playfully, "and yeah, I'm coming."

"Cool."

"Hey Nessie, Tony," Schuyler called, "it's lunch. Let go." She was standing by the classroom door.

"Yeah come on dudes," Johnny was rubbing his stomach, "I'm as hungry as ever! I didn't have breakfast. So move your asses!"

"Lets just hope, for your sake," Tony laughed, "that the lunch today is good."

The four of us walked to lunch and when we walked into the lunch hall, Oliver was already sitting at the same table we were at yesterday and he had a pile of books next to him.

"What's with the books?" Tony asked.

"The library is better stocked this year and I just had study hall," he answered with his mouth full of his jam sandwich.

"And you planning on finishing all the books before our first month is over," Schuyler laughed, "Oh my God! Look at Johnny!"

She pointed at Johnny standing in the line behind a couple of students and shouting out for them to hurry up. We all laughed, I didn't realize how hungry he was.

"Oh come on! Just pick one already!" we heard him shout at a freshmen girl, who just left her tray and fled. And that just made us laugh even more.

"Poor girl," Tony said holding his sides, "no one should be between Johnny and his food!"

For the rest of lunch, we were all making fun of Johnny and how he scared the crap out of the freshmen girl.

"Well I was hungry and she didn't know which apple to take," he held out both his hands like a scale, "red apple A or red apple B. It's like, THEY ARE ALL THE SAME!"

Just like yesterday I was surprised when lunch was over. I went to study hall with Tony again and I got out my blank music sheet trying to at least start to write something. Biology was just as uneventful, the only good this is that Britney's death glares became less, from a hundred times per lesson, it went down to fifty times per lesson, but I really didn't care. And in gym, we were still stuck with volley ball.

And just liked yesterday, Jacob was waiting for me in the parking lot. But his back was facing me, I walked slowly towards him and wrapped my arms around him, "Missed you."

He turned around in my arms, he had a huge grin on, "Miss ya too Ness!" he hugged me back.

One our way home I told him about my music assignment, "I'm so stuck; I don't know what to write about."

"Don't worry; it will get to you sooner or later," he laughed, "oh yeah, I forget to tell you. Yesterday, since I dragged you out from your party; you didn't get a chance to open up the other presents you got!"

"Oh yeah, I totally forgot," I looked at him and smiled, "and did I tell you before, that I love my new piano."

"Yeah," he chuckled, "only a hundred times. But don't worry, it never gets old."