Sorry for the wait but I've had a lot of homework. Bleh.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight.

"You know," Lexii began, thoughtfully. It had been four weeks since I met the Cullens and my wrist had healed already. "I've been thinking—" I cut her off with an 'oh god. She glared at me, playfully.

"I want to see one of your soccer games."

I looked at her with excitement, "Well, I have one this afternoon. Seth and the rest of the pack are coming. You can come to that one."

She looked at me with a smile on her face, "Sure!"

Now that I thought about it, my game is at one thirty and I have to be there at one. I glanced up at the clock in my kitchen where we were eating a snack. Both hands were on the 12. I should probably get ready. I finished off my apple, throwing the core out and left Lexii there to finish her pear.

"Be right back! I'm going to go get ready," I yelled to her from the stairs. I changed into my uniform and put my hair in a ponytail. I put on my shin-guards, socks, and cleats before running downstairs back to where Lexii was sitting, watching TV. I walked to the garage and got my soccer bag. I put two water bottles in there, my soccer ball, and a sweatshirt though I doubt I'll need it. It was in the sixties today and slightly cloudy.

By the time I finished and watched TV for a while, it was 12:50. I got up from the couch and Lexii came with me, on the phone to inform her parents she would be coming home later than she planned. We got to the field where none of my audience besides Lexii was there because the players come early. I had asked her if she wanted to come at one instead but she wanted to be here.

Soon enough, after practicing for a while, the people started showing up. It's a good thing there weren't a lot of people here today because the pack took up most of the bleachers. When the whistle blew for the game to start, the other team had the ball. I sprinted towards the other side of Danielle so she could get the ball away from the other team and have someone to pass it to already.

When she did pass it to me, I was ready. I dribbled the ball to the net but the other girl got it away from me. When Sarah—another girl on my team—got it away from her, she kicked it toward the goal. We thought it was going to go in, but it bounced off the side of the net and came towards me. I got the rebound and scored. I could hear the pack's loud cheers and claps for me as I high-fived the girls on my team who came over to congratulate me.

I grinned at Lexii who was in the stands, clapping. We got in our positions to start again. A few minutes later, a girl from the other team—number 23—was standing next to me, about to run. When she did, she tripped. Then, I realized her shoe was untied and I had been standing on her shoelace.

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry," I apologized as she got up and brushed herself off. She just glared at me and walked away. I shrugged. It wasn't my fault. The first half ended and we walked off the field to get a drink. The score was 1-0. When the whistle blew for the second half to start, number 23 had the ball. She was looking toward me so I figured she was going to pass it to the girl on her team who was standing behind me.

I looked back at her, ready to get the ball if she kicked it our way. She did. And boy does she have good aim because she hit me square in the face. I gasped and went down as the referee blew his whistle for us to stop playing.

My coach ran over to me and pried my hands away from where it hurt most. My nose. I looked down at my hands and saw that they were drenched in blood. I ran off the field to our bench as my coach looked at it.

"Breathe through your mouth," She ordered, applying pressure to the bridge of my nose. It hurt. She tilted my head back as someone handed her a towel. I heard a familiar voice calling to me.

"Lizzie! Are you okay?" The voice shouted. Paul showed up next to me and I gave him a thumbs up. He saw the amount of dark red blood on the white towel and looked at me with wide eyes.

"Where's Seth?" I asked. My voice sounded funny because Coach Sue had plugged my nose, attempted to stop the blood flow. I felt two warm arms wrap around my waist.

"He's behind you, as you can see—or rather feel—," he chuckled, "I just happened to get here before him." He continued, bragging about his speed. There was so many people here, it was hard to breathe.

"Anybody who doesn't have to be here, clear out," I ordered. My coach nodded in agreement. Everybody left except for Seth, Paul, and Coach Sue.

"Do you want them here?" She asked, looking at Paul and Seth.

"Yes," I replied as the last bit of blood flowed out of my nose. Somebody handed coach a new towel.

"Alright. You can breathe normal and everything just keep this towel by you just in case." She went to go, well, coach while Paul and Seth kept me company. Set looked into my eyes, his filled with nothing but concern for my well-being. I rolled my eyes and I reassured him. We ended up winning

Later that day, we were sitting in my room and he was looking through my bookshelf. He pulled out my green notebook and my heart stopped. He noticed.

"What's this?"

"N-nothing…" I hesitated and he looked through it. I closed it quickly before he could get to the dreaded page.

"What's wrong?" He looked amused. When I didn't reply, he was serious. "What are you hiding?" He knew the look on my face. I decided not to lie to him.

"Well…" I hesitated, "I used to have a huge crush on you…"-He grinned-"And I liked to write songs…" He knew where this was going.

"And you wrote a song about me?" I nodded, biting my lip. He smiled, "Would you sing it for me?" I shook my head and he frowned.

"Why not?"

"Because. I'm embarrassed."

He pouted, "You don't have to be embarrassed. I think it's great because I used to have a crush on you, too. But, we agreed to not date so we didn't ruin our friendship if we broke up so…" He trailed off and I grinned. Then, I made a random snap decision.

"Fine. I'll sing it for you but I have to hurry or else I'll chicken out."

He smiled in excitement and nodded quickly. (I do NOT in any way own this song! Taylor Swift does. Just pretend she has Taylor Swift's voice—which I love—and Taylor Swift doesn't exist in this story!) I picked up the green notebook and threw it across the room. I had this song memorized. I breathed in and started singing.

I don't think that passenger seat,

has ever looked this good to me.

He tells me about his night,

And I count the colors in his eyes.

He looked at me, shocked that I can sing. I don't like people knowing.

He'll never fall in love he swears,

As he runs his fingers through his hair.

I'm laughing cause I hope he's wrong…

Seth nodded, indicating that he was wrong. I stifled a giggle.

And I don't think it ever crossed his mind.

He tells a joke and I fake a smile.

But I know all his favorite songs…

And I could tell you,

His favorite color's green,

He grinned, thinking of the 'green phase' he went through when all he would wear was green.

He likes to argue,

Born on seventeenth.

His sister's beautiful,

He has his father's eyes.

And if you asked me if I love him,

I'd lie…

He frowned at this, not wanting me to lie about that, apparently.

He looks around the room,

Innocently overlooks the truth.

Shouldn't a light go on?

Doesn't he know,

That I've had him memorized for so long?

He sees everything in black and white.

Never let nobody see him cry…

I've seen him cry, though. Only me and some of his family members have seen him cry.

I don't let nobody see me wishing he was mine…

I could tell you,

His favorite color's green,

He likes to argue,

Born on the seventeenth,

His sister's beautiful,

He has his father's eyes,

And if you asked me if I loved him,

I'd lie…

He stands there then walks away,

My God if I could only say,

'I'm holding every breath for you…'

Seth grinned, liking this.

He'd never tell you, but he could play guitar.

I think he could see through,

Everything but my heart.

First thought when I wake up,

Is 'My God he's beautiful'.

So I put on my makeup and pray for a miracle.

Yes I could tell you,

His favorite color's green,

He likes to argue,

Oh and it kills me.

His sister's beautiful.

He has his father's eyes,

And if you asked me if I love him,

If you ask me if I love him,

I'd Lie.

Seth just stared. And stared. And stared. I waved my hand in front of his face.

"Yo, Sethy! Anyone home?" I jumped at the sound of Lexii's voice and turned, horrified to find that I forgot the pack was coming over for a movie night. I looked at them with wide eyes. Some people were grinning, some people were happy crying, some people were in shock.

"H-how long have you been here?"

"We heard the whole song," Leah answered. I had always got along with Leah when most people didn't.

"You called me beautiful a lot," She grinned. And—despite myself—I grinned, too.

"Shoot, I forgot you were all coming over. Um, make yourselves at home. I'll go get the snacks. I set out some movies for you to choose from."

Once they had left, I slowly turned to Seth who was grinning from ear to ear and that made me smile, too.

"That was fantastic!" He spluttered when he finally found his voice, "Why didn't you tell me you can sing?"

I shrugged, "It was just something I kept to myself."

He rolled his eyes, "Of course."

We went downstairs to find Collin and Embry wrestling. Everyone was cheering. I put my index finger and my thumb in my mouth and whistled loudly. They stopped and looked over at me. I held my index finger up, motioning for them to be quiet for a minute. I left to the kitchen and came back with a wooden spoon.

I spoke quietly and calmly, "You break anything, everybody gets hit…Except for you, girls! Love ya!"

They all chuckled except for the ones who had been threatened. I smiled sweetly and put my weapon back in the drawer in which I got it from. The rest of the night went peacefully.

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