Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns the Twilight. She breathes the Twilight. She dreams the Twilight. If only she could own the Midnight Sun, breathe the Midnight Sun, and dream the Midnight Sun...

Act One Scene Four

{Night. Beverly Hills Hilton Hotel. Posh, five-star suite. Bella Swan lying naked beneath the sheets. Edward Cullen is seated at the edge of the bed fully clothed. Bella pulls the sheets up to her neck.}

Edward: You're awake.

Bella: {in a rush} What are you doing here? What the fuck am I doing here? Where the fuck are my clothes? What have you done with them? Where did you take me?

Edward: Whoa! Calm down, Bella. Everything is alright.

{Edward reaches out for Bella, who flinches away. She pulls the sheets up and around her, climbing out of bed.}

Edward: Bella...

Bella: Just stay away from me. {searches the hotel room for her belongings. Does not find them.} Where are my things? Where's my phone? Did you steal my phone?

Edward: {mumbles} Shit, Cullen. {louder} You didn't have anything on you when I found you.

Bella: Found me? What the fuck?

Edward: You were in trouble and I, the idiot that I am, tried to help you.

Bella: I was in trouble? When?

Edward: A couple of days ago. You were at the Chateau Marmont, high like a kite. If I wasn't there, you would have...

Bella: I would have been fine if you weren't there, Edward. I've been fine for last three years, haven't I?

Edward: {watches Bella checking drawers. He is crestfallen. Then, he turns and looks out the window} You're right. I know... Esme wanted to make sure you were alright. She was worried you wouldn't make it.

Bella: Sorry, I don't have time to chatter. But I need to get home. MTV Movie Awards and all that...

Edward: OK. I should probably go... {turns away from the window, walking to the door. }

Bella: No wait. Wait! Can I borrow your phone?

Edward: There's a phone! {points to the hotel phone} Use it.

Bella: {Raises an eyebrow} I can't. I don't have Carey's number memorized.

Edward: You... want to call... Carey... on my phone?

Bella: Yes, what is your problem? She is your client, isn't she?

Edward: {fuming} Who do you think you are?

Bella: What is that supposed to mean?

Edward: You were alone at that hotel. No one was there to help you.

{Edward walks around the bed right up to Bella, who backs away until they reach the wall next to the door.}

Bella: Hey watch it! What do you think you're doing?

Edward: No one was going to pick you up, and you were in no condition to go home alone. The Marmont security were going to put you in a cab to God knows where when I stepped in and helped you. I watched you degrade yourself in front of all of those people, the same people who've laughed at you since the photos of us leaked last week. Then, I watched you degrade yourself {pauses} in front of me when you took all of your clothes off and threw yourself at me.

Bella: You're lying. I would never do that!

Edward: And which account do you want to go by, exactly? You don't even know where you are right now! Fuck!

Bella: I'm not gonna stand here and take this. Back off, Edward.

Edward: I let you sleep in my bed for an entire day when you were on the brink of collapse. I took care of you. I was your friend even after you sabotaged me, after you called all of my clients and told them to find other agents. Now, you have the audacity to ask me for Carey's phone number? The same Carey you told to fire me? You are such a bitch!

Bella: Back off, Edward. Or else...

{Edward slams his hand against the wall near Bella's head, and she jumps. Then, she pushes Edward away. He stumbles but quickly recovers, pushing Bella up to the wall. He pins her arms down to her sides.}

Bella: If you don't get your hands off of me, I swear to God.

Edward: What is wrong with you? Why won't you listen to me? Stop being such a brat and see what's going on here!

Bella: Fine, you want to know what's happening? I didn't tell Carey anything. She was on her way to CAA, anyway. Shit, she's practically in love with you and didn't want to mix business with pleasure. So, she'll come back to your sorry ass, no matter how much I tried to scare her away from you.

Edward: Much obliged.

Bella: You deserved to lose your other clients. You and your family are ruining my life, so it's time I ruin yours.

Edward: Oh here we go.

Bella: Ask your fucking sister why she singlehandedly ruined my life last week?

Edward: Stop blaming everyone else for being a bitch and start looking at yourself for once in your life! Rosalie didn't throw the sake at me.

Bella: Let go of me, Edward! You're hurting me!

{Edward loosens his grip on Bella, who wriggles out of his hold. She pushes Edward away again, near tears.}

Bella: {quietly} Rosalie betrayed me. She sat at that dinner all night, watching me self destruct in front of you all and took pictures like it was entertainment. And you're saying I should take responsibility for my actions?

Edward: I'm not gonna defend my sister, OK? Yell at her all you want over that shit. Right now, I just want you to stop doing this to yourself. I want the old Bella back.

{Bella cries out, her fists tiny but threatening at her sides. Tears fall. Edward shuts his eyes, lowering his face.}

Bella: She's dead, remember? You killed her!

Edward: {stricken} No.

Bella: Don't stand here and act like you didn't leave me when I needed you the most.

Edward: No, she's here. I saw her myself. No, not her, you! I saw you in there two days ago before I lost you to desperation and lust.

Bella: Please don't do this. {walks over to the bed and sits down, pulling her knees up to her chin} I can't break down now. I have to be at the Gibson in less than 24 hours to rehearse with Carey.

Edward: Will you forget about your career for one second? Remember our vows? Remember our devotion? I saw our future in your eyes again two days ago. I saw our children too.

Bella: Don't talk to me about children. Our future? YOU decided that WE didn't have a future, Edward. Not me.

Edward: I've told you a million times how s-

Bella: Don't say it. Don't you dare say sorry. My mother was dead and you left, Edward.

{Bella begins to sob, lying down on the bed.}

Bella: {to herself} I can't believe I'm doing this again. Fuck. Why can't the pain go away?

{Edward walks over to Bella and kneels at the edge of the bed.}

Edward: Why won't you let the people who love you help you?

Bella: I can't.

Edward: Yes you can. You can lean on me.

Bella: No.

Edward: Why are you so afraid to let people love you?

{Bella is silent, crying.}

Edward: Bella, please, let us love you. Let me... love you.

Bella: Edward, don't.

Edward: I'm here. Just be here with me. Let it go.

{Bella looks up into Edward's face. Edward wipes her tears away with a tissue, but she grabs his hand to stop him. Bella sits up, holding his hand.}

Bella: I can't be the old Bella, Edward. I don't want your children or your future.

Edward: If you didn't say it yourself, I would believe that. But you did. You might have been high, but I know that was the Bella I know.

Bella: I am not going to let you in, not now. It's too late, Edward.

Edward: It's not. You just need to come back.

{Bella lets go of Edward's hand, adjusting the sheet around her chest. Edward sits next to her on the bed, holding her face. Bella lets him.}

Edward: I promised you not long ago that we would live in rapture. One day it will happen. I will not break that promise. Let me help you.

Bella: I can't.

Edward: You will. I am not leaving L.A. until you come back with me to Seattle.

Bella: Come back with you? But my life is here now. I belong here, in L.A.

Edward: No, you don't. You belong with people who love you. You belong with me.

Bella: What are you saying?

Edward: Move in with me.