In the back, uh huh, I can't crack,
We're on top,
It's just a shimmy and a shake, uh huh,
I can't fake, we're on top,
We're on top…

The week had flown past me like a brick being thrown at someone's face. I only realised how fast it had gone on Friday and I realised I had to wake up to the real world, figuratively seeing as I couldn't sleep. Edward had stayed with me every night since the day of my first hunt and switched his timetable to match mine. I didn't really have a problem with it, I loved spending time with Edward almost as much as I loved him but I'm not sure I wanted him seeing me in gym. He seemed to defend me most of the time so I wasn't about to complain. I had been hunting every other night, meeting up with Jasper once or twice and had got to know him and his story. Also, after my hunts, we would meet back at the Cullens and I could get to know everyone else. Each had a highly depressing story but so was mine.

Charlie never found out about my cast because I ripped it off the morning after. The plaster had crumbled to the floor, creating a pleasant sound as it hit. Edward just watched with one eye raised and then checked my arm. How I knew to rip it off, I'm not completely sure. My arm and ribs had stopped hurting half way through the night and my cast was making me itch so I tried to scratch the skin underneath. I was a little too vigorous and ended up ripping a chunk off. It was fine in the end. Carlisle's (and Edward's to be honest) was that I healed at the pace of a vampire even if the injury was human. Another part of that theory was that no other human could give me human injuries, so it was I and the rest of the vampire world left to attack me. Quite truthfully, that narrowed down quite a lot of people. There weren't too many vampires in the world compared to humans… I was only the real problem.

"Bella," a soft voice called to me.

"Hmm?" I broke out of my daydream.

"I know waiting for work is boring but I didn't know I was," he laughed. I blushed.

"Sorry. I just think this lesson is going to get immensely boring. Not you." It wasn't anything to do with the fact I thought he was boring, because I didn't … I just couldn't be bothered much with school when we had all this time together. I craved his company like a drug but I knew I couldn't let Charlie down. He wouldn't want me failing in any of my classes and Edward wouldn't either. Therefore, I was stuck in a Biology lesson with strange humans trying to get last minute gossip around before the lesson started. I felt Edward's intense gaze on me so I turned to him with a small smile.

"Can I help you?"

"Not really, just stay like that."

I frowned. "Why?" He didn't answer but had a glazed over look about his eyes. "Edward, why?" Suddenly, he blinked several times, as if his eyes were adjusting to a harsh light after being in the dark. "What were you doing?"

"Committing you to memory," he smiled crookedly.

"I repeat, why?"

"Because I doubt I'll see you bored in a Biology class, resting your head in your hand, big brown eyes looking so adorably confused it should be illegal, hair flowing out behind you in a way that makes me want to run my fingers through it, lips that look utterly kissable…" all this time he had been leaning closer to me, golden eyes burning into mine. He leant back quickly. "Ever again."

"Tease," I huffed, too fast for human ears. He chuckled.

Mr. Banner backed his way into the room, dragging a television and what looked like a cross between a VCR and a DVD player. I mouthed an 'I win' at Edward, proving that I'd get bored in this period. He raised an eyebrow and shook his head, recognising the feeling of being beaten but I got the feeling there would be a rematch at some point. How could I not be bored? Complete silence when I could have been spending an amazing day with the love of my life. "Right, we're watching a video on the stages of mitosis seeing as most of you didn't seem to understand it last week. The only two people who seemed to get it were Edward and Bella," I blushed under the sudden attention and Edward was watching me again. "Complete the two work sheets for homework or in the lesson." The sheets were passed around and suddenly the lights went out.

As the darkness engulfed us all, I was completely aware about how close Edward was sitting to me. It was like on the way to the hospital but so much stronger! I had the craziest impulse to touch him – which given the circumstances wasn't so crazy – but it shocked me that I could be any more aware of him than I already was. I could see him glancing at me. Slowly, very slowly, I dropped my hand in the small space between us, palm facing him. Our fingers laced together and if anything, the connection grew stronger. I gasped quietly and felt him lean over to me, trying to get as close as possible that was publicly allowed in a classroom.

The rest of the lesson was spent trying to restrain ourselves from getting any closer and involved clenched hands and jaws, rigid postures and sly glances at one another. It was as if we were trying to control attacking a human – or in my case, an animal. Each time I saw the smouldering orbs my mind clouded. It seemed physically impossible about how much control this man had over me but I was reassured when I saw he was in the same situation. When the lights flickered on, neither of us spoke for a while.

"Um…"

"Shall we?" he asked. I simply nodded.

Another thing about this week was that I had sat with the Cullens at lunch, much to Mike's displeasure. I snacked on their food if I wanted and we talked about anything and everything. Edward's comments on what humans were thinking, how Emmett and Alice were responsible for the graffiti, how Carlisle punished them for bringing the town into the house war, how Esme threw a water balloon at Carlisle for not loosening up. Actually, I was there for that and the expression on his face was priceless! It made sense though, even if they were a little older than us, they could still have fun. Carlisle was really only twenty three and Esme, twenty six. They were still entitled to fun and Jasper, Edward and even I could tell; however fun being in charge of the house was, they needed a break. The water balloon kind of fun.

Edward and I had been getting closer each day but we had never had such a strong course of electricity as in that lesson. I could tell it left both of us a little disconcerted, not that I was complaining though. The feeling was exhilarating and I didn't want it to stop; if anything I wanted it to get stronger. Our fingers were entwined keeping the connection strong at we walked towards gym, making a few people stop and stare; something I had learnt to ignore. Before I came to the school, Edward was renowned for being single, completely ignoring the attempts from girls throwing themselves at him. Then I came along, he said, and changed everything.

Gym was embarrassing to say the least. We were playing basketball. I tripped at least seven times and out of those seven, fell on Edward three, bringing him down with me once. By the end of the lesson I was blushing like hell and he was chuckling to himself, finding it strange to fall like a human… or me. I was getting death glares from bold enough girls as we walked towards the Volvo, envious that Edward was with me. I couldn't really understand it myself but the sweet nothings he mumbled into my ear made me realise to savour every moment before he came to his senses.

"Recovered from Gym?" Edward asked, once we were both in his car. I shot him a playful glare.

"It's not my fault I fall so much."

"No, but it was interesting to meet the ground again. We haven't spoken in so long!" he joked and I slapped his arm. The rest of the ride was like that, teasing each other about things, my usual come back being how he couldn't tell a human from a vampire which he pouted at (normally making me lean forward and kiss it away). Every time we pulled up to the Cullen house I was still shocked by its elegance. Once out of the car, Edward wrapped his arm around my waist and we walked into the amazing house together. Rosalie and Emmett were watching the TV together, Esme was cleaning, Jasper was in his office, Carlisle was still at work and Alice…

"BELLA!" She almost knocked me to the ground when she jumped.

"Alice?" I exhaled, feeling slightly winded from where she jumped. My poor stomach. She didn't seem to realise that I still used it.

"C'mon!" she took my hand and started dragging my up the stairs. I looked back at Edward with a pleading look but he just smirked.

It didn't seem like I'd see much of him.

When Alice put her mind to it, she could distract herself from the lure of makeovers and give good advice. She was sensible when you needed her to be and playful when you didn't. However, she wasn't today. It seemed to be a Bella fashion show from the minute we got into the house, something I wasn't too pleased about. Edward had come into check on me once or twice, as if my screams from mascara inflicted torture weren't enough incentive for him to rescue me. Each time he'd warn Alice to go easy on me, which clearly didn't happen as the minute the door closed behind him the eye liner out be being sharpened. Jasper ended up saving me by walking in, picking Alice up and giving her a humongous kiss, probably sensing the distress I was feeling. She was distracted so I carefully slid out of the room to find Edward. I could hear the delicate sounds of the piano coming from the hall. Of course, he had been drowning out my screeches for help with music. Lovely.

"Edward," I growled from the corner of the room.

"Bella," he said pleasantly and tilted his head to the side. "Come sit with me." My eyes narrowed as I walked to sit on the bench but widened as I noticed no sheets. His hands moved without fault as he watched me, playing a simple tune.

"Did you learn the songs?" He nodded as I questioned him. "You don't need the sheets at all?" He nodded. "You do?"

"I only need the sheets to some pieces," he blinked slowly.

"And others?"

"I know by heart."

"Why only some?"

"Guess."

"What?"

"Guess why."

It seemed that playing the piano made him relax far too much. I didn't like having such short answers and I could see him half watching the notes and myself at the same time, checking if I was irritated – which I was – and he smirked, evidently pleased with the reaction. He kept playing the soft music as I thought.

"Well…" I began

"Yes?"

"You wrote them?"

He raised his eye brows, surprised I got it right. "Correct."

"Woo. One gold star for Bella," I said sarcastically. He grinned. "But really, you write songs?" He nodded once and I scowled. "I like you playing the piano but if I keep getting short words and nods I think I'm going to have to go home."

"I'm sorry," he said quickly. "I'll stop. I just wanted to see what you'd do."

"Curiosity killed the cat, Edward."

"That's good. I've never liked cats too much."

"Edward…" I sighed, exasperated, grinning like an idiot.

I leant my head on his shoulder, feeling it rock tenderly as he moved his fingers, sending silent tremors up his arm. I shut my eyes and got lost in the music. The songs changed from dramatic to calm and at one point Esme called out a thank you and Edward whispered "Esme's song," but when that came to an end, he transformed it into the tune he'd been humming over the past week. "You inspired this one," was all he said.

And I could hardly speak.

"Me?" I squeaked.

He seemed alarmed by the high pitched noise that came out of me and his head swung around to check if I was okay. My eyes were wide and I could feel the moisture in them threatening to roll over the edge. "Yes, you," he spoke softly. The song came to a slow end and he turned to face me completely, staring deep into my tear clouded eyes, wiping them away. Then I clutched myself to him, wrapping my arms around him and he moved me onto his lap, burying his head in my shoulder so his forehead was pressed into my neck. I held him there for a while longer and tilted his head upwards so I could press my lips to his. It started slow but as the energy we had felt earlier built up, it got a lot more passionate. I found myself trying to pull him closer to me, threading my hands through his smooth hair and messing it up from the normal disarray to utter chaos. His hands trailed up and down my back, sending tingles up and down my spine. I slid my tongue across his bottom lip and his mouth opened. Our tongues battled without rest until a loud noise from upstairs broke us out of our fervour.

"EMMETT, GET OFF ME!" Jasper yelled from upstairs.

We were both close to panting. "Um, Charlie's expecting me back around now."

"Okay." There was silence as we walked to the car, unnerving in a way but completely stupid. We were acting like we were brought up in the 1900s – although, I wouldn't put it past Edward to behave like that even now – caught doing something scandalous and then found out by our chaperone. Edward was shooting me nervous glances when he thought I wasn't looking. There was the same silence in the car. I started giggling halfway through the trip. "What?"

"Look at us. Locked in uneasy tension, like we've offended each other because of something that happens naturally in a relationship. It's stupid."

He laughed, but I could hear the relief. "I was just worried that… we'd over stepped the mark. That would have never been permitted in my day." We had arrived and he pulled up outside my house.

"Yes," I giggled again. "In your day, you old man." I leant over and kissed his cheek. "Love you."

"Love you more."

I raised an eyebrow. "We are not getting into that."

"We might…" He grinned crookedly.

"Goodbye Edward," I called, after shutting the door, refusing to take part in the discussion of who loved who more. He rolled the window down.

"Bye, l–" his head spun around so he was looking straight ahead. "Oh."

I followed his line of vision. "Oh?" It was a car. "What is it?"

"A complication."

"What kind of complication?"

"I'll explain later. Answer all your questions, but right now is not the time to do so," and with that he just sped off, swerving gently around the car. I was left, bewildered.

There were two people in the car, an old man and a young boy. The boy was driving and looking a little giddy to be doing so too. He had long, glossy black hair that was tied at the nape of his neck; I could see clearly through the glass.

"Billy!" Charlie called from behind me and I swung around to face him. Of course, it was Billy Black, Charlie's old friend from La Push. When I used to come down here in the summer, we would always go fishing with him and I'd play with his daughters, Rachel and Rebecca. I didn't recognise the boy though but they looked related. "How you doing? I haven't seen you in ages!"

"I know," he said, once the boy had helped him into his wheelchair. "It's been too long. This must be Bella, then," he said, apprehensiveness his eyes but keeping his tone happy. I wondered why.

"Yep," Charlie wrapped his arm around my shoulder. "Bells, you might not remember these two. Billy and his son Jacob Black. He used to own your truck and we went –"

"Fishing each summer. I remember Dad," I smiled up at him.

He smiled back and then frowned. "You're feeling a little cold, Bella. We'll get inside." I suppressed my laugh. "You guys staying for dinner?"

"No, we're just dropping by," Billy said, eying me suspiciously again.

"Oh, and I'll pretend I didn't see you driving Jacob, mmm?" He just grinned in response.

We walked in and I realised that something wasn't right, but I couldn't pin point it. Charlie switched the TV on as Jacob rolled his father through the threshold and I walked into the kitchen, getting ready to prepare an easy meal – something I probably wouldn't eat much of. I really couldn't be bothered with digestion at the moment, unless it was worth eating. I notice Jacob follow me in and I went to get a tin of spaghetti from a cupboard. He stood there looking a little lost.

"Can I help with something?"

"Um, could you grab a pan from the cabinet behind you?" He did and I poured some water on the pasta. About a minute later, the food was beginning to simmer. I was stuck on what to say – what do you say to a boy you should remember from your childhood? We end up leaning against the door frame of the front room, watching the game, or pretending to, talking a little more quietly now, knowing we'd get shushed if we didn't.

"Is there something wrong with the truck? I noticed you weren't driving it when you arrived."

"No, I got a lift from a friend." No need to go into details.

"How do you like it?"

"I love it," I smiled and saw him blink, as if he was dazed. "It runs great."

"Yeah, but it's really slow," he laughed."If there's any trouble with the engine, bring it down and I'll take a look."

"It's not that slow," his enthusiasm was hard to ignore and not join in with. "But you worked on it?"

"Yep, my dad wouldn't let me work on another when there was a perfectly good vehicle sitting in our drive. I was so relieved when Charlie bought it."

"Are you working on anything now?"

"Well, I try when I have the time and parts. At the moment, I'm looking for 1986 Volkswagen Rabbit master cylinder. Have you seen any around?"

"No, but I'll keep my eyes peeled." We both laughed, getting a glance from Billy and then decided to walk back into the kitchen. It amazed me that I could get along with someone so well in such a short amount of time. "I don't think your dad likes me too much."

He looked shocked. "What gave you that idea?"

"I don't know. He just seems to eye me like he can't trust me."

"I'm sure that's not it," he shook his head. "No, there must be another reason. He's had no problem with you before."

"Hmm," was all I said.

The Blacks didn't stay for long. They left just before the pasta was done and I felt that I had made a new friend in Jacob. We had got on as if we had known each other our whole lives – which to be honest, we had. My mind was still on what Edward had said. I was itching to ask him what he meant and why he had sped off before Billy got here. There had to be something going on that I didn't know about. Here's me thinking we were done with all the secrecy, I said to myself, glumly.

"That was fun, Charlie," Billy said as Jacob pushed him out into the misting air.

"Come up for the next game," he encouraged.

"Sure, sure," he said, something Jacob had picked up from him. "We'll be here." His eyes shifted to mine and there was a knowing glint in them. "You take care, Bella."

"Thanks," I mumbled, not meeting his eyes. Charlie waved from the door, and shut it quietly as I made a dash for the stairs.

"Hold on, Bella. I didn't get a chance to speak to you tonight. How was school?"

"Um, good," I was doing a lot more thinking on my feet than normal today. "I've been making some good friends in the Cullens."

"Good kids," he muttered to himself. "You've been seeing a lot of that – what's his name, Edwin?"

"Edward, Dad."

"Yeah. Why didn't you ask him to the dance this weekend?"

"Dad," I squeaked. There was no way my father had just guessed who I was in love with and essentially asked me to see him. I skirted around my infatuation with him. "You know I can't dance."

"Oh yeah." He raised his eyebrows suddenly. "You're doing something on tomorrow, aren't you?"

Quick, Bella, think! "I think Alice wants me to go shopping with her."

"Okay, I was just checking. I made plans with Steve and Adam for fishing. He's just got back from Majorca, you know. The weather's supposed to be really warm. I still feel I'm not seeing enough of you, Bells."

"Dad, you're doing fine. I've never minded being alone – I'm too much like you," I winked at him and he smiled his crinkly-eyed smile. Sprinting didn't seem to be a fast enough word for how fast I went up the stairs. Of course, I didn't let Charlie see but I was quite surprised he didn't notice. It seemed I was quite silent on my feet when I tried to be. Edward wasn't in my room yet so I grabbed my clothes and took a quick shower, scrubbing my hair as fast as vampirely possible. I dried myself quickly, got changed and went to wait in my room.

A hand grabbed me from behind and another went straight to my mouth, smothering my scream. "Relax, Bella," a honey soft voice said and I did. The strong grip on my loosened and I hit the intruded hard. He should know better than to sneak up on me.

"Ouch. You're still a new born, that hurts!"

"Don't scare me like that again!" I glared at him.

"So," he began, golden eyes twinkling in the gloom. "You can't dance."

"You heard that…"

"Yes. Weren't you going to ask me?" he pouted.

"I might have but, seriously, I can't dance."

"I don't think there would be a problem, it's all in the leading," he grinned. I ignored him. We'd talk about that later.

"What were you going to tell me then? Explain."

"That," he sat on my bed and patted the space next to him.I leant into him. "Werewolves."

My eyes went wide. "What?"

He pulled us under the covers and began the long tale of the Quileute legends.

AN: Don't worry.

This won't turn into a BellaxJacob, no matter how much he'd like it. –Rolls eyes- Bah, silly Jake. He's so innocent in this. Makes me want to give him a bib and spoon feed him mushy banana.

God, I've been so distracted lately. I recently joined the 'His Golden Eyes' forum and keep replying to posts on there. Plus, there's my normal forum that just got revamped (no pun intended :P ) and all the icons are on the right side, instead of left… Very confusing… Still… I hope you're all keeping up the MTV's news. I have to go to YouTube for the videos because they won't play outside of the USA but I keep squealing at them.

You might get at least one update and then not for a while. I have my SATs coming up (not the SATs you're thinking of. Ours are different) and I need to revise, big time. We have them in three weeks.

Those who spotted the Twilight quotes, a round of applause.

Emma

PS: On Top by The Killers / Love that song!

I haven't proof read, so meh.