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I awoke the next morning to a sharp knock on the door. My head pounded in protest, and I rolled over on my side, pressing a fluffy white pillow to my ear.

"Open up, Ness!" Another loud knock. "I'll bust this door down!"

"Go away!" I shouted groggily.

"You asked for it!"

There was silence for a moment before a piercing shriek came from the front door. I leapt from my spot on the couch, scrambling to get to the door.

"Wait!" I yelled. "I'm up, I'm up!" Yanking open the door, I saw a very satisfied Leah smirking. Brushing past me, she plopped down on my couch where I made camp last night.

"Whoa," she said. "You haven't done this since... wait." She raised an eyebrow, glaring at me suspiciously. "You've never done this."

I tickled the back of my curly brown hair with the tip of my finger, looking away as I blushed. Leah was gaping when I looked back up. Her gape quickly transformed into a smirk as she leaned back casually, arms crossed, carefully scrutinizing my every movement.

"You didn't." She said.

Playing dumb, I cocked my head to the side. "I didn't?" I asked innocently. "Didn't what?" I made my way towards the couch, cleaning up the sheets and pillows.

"Don't act stupid, Renesmee Carlie Cullen," Leah answered sternly. "I've known you since we were seven. You were never the kind to build forts in the middle of your living room. What happened last night?"

"Nothing happened last night," I lied. Her blazing brown eyes watched me as I continued collecting my belongings.

"He didn't." She said once more. The corners of her lips began to twitch, and they curled over her lips in a wide grin. "He did! He did! He kissed you!"

Blushing, I looked back down to the pillow resting on my arm. "Give me five minutes to change and we'll go out for pancakes, okay?"

"HE KISSED YOU!" She squealed happily. "AND YOU LIKED IT!"

"That is not true," I argued defensively. Then, in a quieter voice, I mumbled, "Well not true exactly..."

Leah squealed once more, making me plug my ears. "Will you shut up?!" I snapped, thrusting my pillow towards her stomach. "You're going to wake the neighbors."

"They won't care," she giggled. "I knew it! I knew it was going to happen! What happened? When? Why? Tell me everything!"

"Give me twenty minutes to change and get ready, and I'll tell you everything," I promised.

And so I did.

Isabella Swan

Soft pounds of my footsteps were the only noise in the dreary, empty hallway. Swallowing hard, I stopped in front of the door I had stood before merely a few days ago.

"Come on, Bella," I muttered to myself. "You can do this." Without a second thought, my hand reached out and knocked on the door.

"One minute!" A smooth, honeylike voice responded almost automatically. My heart was immediately sent in palpitations, my vision blurring. The next thing I knew, a shirtless Edward in nothing but a towel tied around his waist answered his door. Beads of water were sprinkled across his chest, dripping down from his wet hair...

"Bella?" he asked.

"Hm?" I murmured. Then, realizing I was ogling, I blushed and looked up to his face. "Uh... yeah, if this is a bad time..."

"No, no!" He said, grabbing the arm of my retreating figure. "Please, come in." Looking up to meet his blistering green eyes, all I could do was nod and let him lead me into his apartment.

"Give me two minutes to put some clothes on," he told me as he disappeared into the bathroom. I drummed my fingers, finally settling on getting up to examine the small black piano in the back corner of the room. Sitting on the bench, I looked at the sheet music that seemed like a completely foreign language to me. As a child, they had required us to take general music, so at some point or another I may have been able to tell you what it meant, but not now. I was never one of the "music kids". Book worm was more like it. I preferred keeping to myself, even though I did derive some enjoyment from music.

Shuffling through the papers, one piece in particular caught my eye.

Bella's Lullaby

COMPOSED BY: Edward Anthony Cullen

Bella's Lullaby? I thought to myself, examining the two pages before me. That's my name... But it couldn't possibly be about me... Could it?

"I know a great place we can get waffles!" Edward announced as he emerged from the restroom. "It's a small place not too far from here. They're known for their breakfasts. Whaddaya say?"

I held the song behind my back, trying not to look suspicious. "Yeah. Uh... yeah, that sounds great."

"Let me just get my cell," he said, turning back to his room.

"Okay," I replied. Once he was out of sight, I shoved the paper back where I found it, racing towards the front door.

"Oh, and Bella?" Turning around, I saw Edward peeking out from behind his doorway. "If you want to hear the song, all you have to do is ask."

I blushed.

Jacob Black

My thoughts had been blocked all morning. All night, I dreamt of Renesmee. All day, I imagined she was right beneath my grasp. Once more, I pondered what it would be like to hold her in my arms once more, to feel her soft, pink lips moving against mine...

I wasn't sure what we were right now. She certainly did not reject me like I imagined she would do. In fact, she watched me intently for the rest of the night.

But as for my dirty deal with Jessica, I couldn't carry it out. Not last night, at least. I tried to convince myself that it was all "business", that the only reason I wanted Renesmee was for the money-- and, of course, Jessica Stanley. Yet the more I thought about Jessica, the more I hated her. Quite frankly, I didn't understand why she wanted me to sleep with Renesmee. There wasn't much she could do with that information. But she was offering to much to be turned down... and Billy needed me...

Walking the halls of the hospital, the scent of illness wafted up my nose. Several nurses passed, one pushing an old woman in a wheel chair. Janitors were scrubbing the floors with a yellowish solution. I made my way into room 617, sitting in a seat beside my sleeping father. I stared at his peaceful face before speaking up.

"Hey, Dad," I murmured softly, as not to wake him. "I'm in a bit of a rut right now...

"I think I'm beginning to fall for Renesmee Cullen."

His eyes cracked open, staring at me intently.

"I'm listening."

Jessica Stanley

Saturdays were always boring for me. After graduating college, I never kept up with my contacts. Soon I found myself alone-- with the exception of the occasional hook up, of course.

Today was different, however. Mike kept calling me, feeding me information. Usually it was repeated-- things I already knew or he told me twenty minutes prior. So, when my phone rang for the eighth time that day, I was fuming.

"Mike, if you don't stop calling me, so help me--"

"They went on a date last night."

I paused. "What did you just say?"

"Renesmee and Jacob," he repeated. "They went on a date last night."

Smirking, I licked my lips.

"Excellent," I said smoothly, yet with poison. "Tell me everything you know."

Author's Note: So I was thinking about doing my science homework... but then I figured I'd just do it tomorrow morning and type this lovely little chapter up :D It's not the best, but oh well. I've had a sudden urge to write fanfiction a lot more lately. Oh yeah, and last chapter (I don't proofread my work, obviously) I started writing a "princess" story at the top, but then forgot about it. Sorry!

In the middle of the night When I'm in this dream It's like a million little stars Spelling out your name You gotta come on, come on Say that we'll be together Come on, come on Little taste of heaven... Reviews? Comments? Click that button!

--Lauren :D