A/N MUSIC MAKE HER DANCE AND MONEY, MONEY, MONEY MAKE HER SMILE.
An hour passes and I was having fun-till Carlisle showed up.
It was nothing against him personally but now it's plain to see as to why the girls hated when he gets drunk.
We were all perfectly semi-sober till he arrived and him and Edward began playing bartender, getting everyone else besides me, Alice, Jasper, and Leah unnecessarily drunk.
Speaking of her highness, where was she? She excused herself but that was a good half hour ago.
I shouldn't be bothered but watching them make fools of themselves-especially Rosalie and Bella who were the prime example of a hot mess- was growing boring. I should go work on my song; it's all I've been concerned about, honestly.
Before I could die of bemusement, I force myself off the couch and exit the den, where it's unreasonably hot. The hallway is chilly as I take the walk into the living room. I catch Marilyn's eye but stop dead in my tracks when I recognize Leah's perfume. My weight makes the floor creak but she doesn't turn around from examining the bookshelf. She's staring at the pictures.
She seems truly engrossed in the numerous photos of my family and I. Some of those pictures I take pride in like the one of me and my mother on my eighth birthday. And some others, like the ones with my mom and dad seemingly happy and smiling into the lens, I wish I hadn't let Edward convince me to put out for display.
"Damn," she mutters to herself then reaches upward to retrieve a photo of Sarah for a better look. "She's pretty."
My nod is out of agreement. Sarah would've liked Leah.
"He looks just like her," she continues and puts the picture back.
I really wish I knew what her real parents look like. Then again, I guess she did too.
I make my entrance as startling as possible so she knows of my arrival. She turns her head and at the sight of me, reddens. We make eye contact but she almost too cautiously begins to rush out the room.
"You don't have to leave. I just came in here to get something and I'll be out, " I call after her and I expect her to ignore it, yet she swerves swiftly in her sneakers to re face me.
"Naw, this is your house. Have your space."
"I'm just gonna go back in that direction anyway."
She nervously begins to fix her shirt and stares at the ground. I sigh after picking up the pencil and paper from the table.
"Suit yourself."
Her whole body stiffens when I pass her to get to my bedroom. Her perfume smells so goddamn good. The hooliganism ensues when I pass the den.
I shut the door behind me, turn on my lamp, sit on my bed and re-read my work.
I wanted to finish it now cus the sooner I do, the sooner I can teach it to Edward and we can get a nice little beat then maybe record it. I could work the controls well enough.
Then I could play it for her. The rest would be up to her.
I hum a little and worm the words around. This actually had the potential to be an amazing song.
My voice croaks when I try to sing. I don't care at this point but it actually helps as does my pacing. I write down a few more lines but end up erasing them. Leah's voice is practically ringing in my ear.
"Mo-o-o-onshine," I'm moaning as my wrist unknowingly taps the pencil against my dresser.
Maybe I should have created a beat first.
What kinda music did Leah like? Well, they like all female bands. The countless picture upon the recording studio wall told me so.
Hmm. . .there's The Runaways, Spice Girls, Destiny's Child, Wilson Phillips, TLC. . .
I couldn't recall anymore recent and successful all female groups at the moment.
Well damn, what genres did she listen to?
Actually, the better question is what didn't she listen to?
Now that I think about it, she hates country.
She enjoys rock, alternative, metal, jazz, R n' B, hip-hop, reggae, pop...
Pop... hmm.
Pop.
I think harder as I tap my pencil some more.
King of pop...Michael Jackson. Who doesn't like Michael Jackson?
My direction suddenly takes towards Edward's bedroom. His door is wide open so I eagerly stroll in and pop a squat at the keyboard stool. I fiddle with the keys a bit and hum "Rock With You." I find the notes in my voice and try to get a key that matches, knowing damn well I know diddly squat about notes and keys, even after living with The Queens for so long.
My brain nearly explodes when I do.
Excited and determined, I slow the tempo down and make the beat go a little smoother. I didn't know what I was doing but it seemed to be working. I restart with what I have so far and try to get the lyrics to match. Damn, I wish Bella wasn't drunk. She could get this down for me.
I sing the ditty over and over, suddenly growing annoyed with it. I erase some more then rewrite, letting a vibe get with it now. Maybe with some drums and a bass, I'd have a nice Motown-ish jam going.
The first verse is done.
Wow. I did that without flipping over a chair.
Since I kinda got the hang of this, I continue onto the second verse.
I don't even come to notice it's nearing one in the morning till I finish the second verse, chorus and bridge.
Stepping into the den, my eyes roll at a passed out Edward, face down in a sofa cushion with Bella lying on his back, drooling onto his t-shirt. The twins were in a huddle around each other in the farthest corner of the room, snoring cutely. I begin to pick up trash and discard it.
Taking each twin by the hand, I idly guide them to Edward's room. They kinda groan and crawl halfway then reluctantly get to their feet. They immediately make themselves comfortable in his bed.
Even though it was poison, I found alcohol bottles kinda pretty so I didn't throw them away when I return to the den. Instead, I put them in the kitchen where Rosalie is found snuggling the ground, thumb in her mouth.
"C'mon, girly," I laugh, lifting her bridal style. She grumbles and makes herself comfortable in my arms.
To put my curiosity to its end, I check her left hand. I'm almost shocked to see that she actually does have what seems to be an engagement ring. Her and Emmett were more serious than I predicted.
I take her to my bedroom, revealing Nessie's location. Carefully placing the blonde next to the Prom Queen, I kinda smile at how cute they are. After shutting the door quietly, I make my way towards the living room.
"Hey, Jacob," Alice's perky voice greets me from the sofa. I give her a wave.
"Where's Carlisle?"
"He was piss drunk so Jasper took him home," she explains and kinda chuckles.
"Where's Leah?"
"She went with them."
Of course she did. "Why aren't you passed out like the rest of them?"
She shrugs her thin shoulders and I round the couch to sit next to her. "I don't really drink anymore."
She was drinking when I met her. "Why not?"
"That story you told us about your mom kinda got to me so I just stopped," she says sweetly and cautiously awaits my reaction.
I'm shocked. . .and kinda flattered. "That's sweet of you but you don't have to just cus a me."
"I wanted to."
"Really?"
"Yeah, it seemed like a really good reason to. Lee told us how close you were with her and well, I wanted to honor it somehow."
"You're such a sweetheart," I compliment her and her white teeth glow in a grin.
"Thanks. Hey, Bells tells us that you've been doing a little songwriting."
My face burns now. "Yeah. I got a little impatient so I kinda finished it tonight. I still need a little help with the beat though."
"I can help you."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, absolutely."
"Awesome." I get up and she follows me to Edward's bedroom. I hope not to disturb the twins. "You play?" I point towards the keyboard and she takes seat in the stool.
"Uh-huh," she turns the instrument on and I hand her the song from off of the dresser. She reads it while inattentively creating a tune.
"This is good," she says after a minute. "Leah'll love it."
"How'd you know it's about her?"
She gives me a look. "Jacob, please. Anyway, what kinda tune were you going for?"
"I had a little something actually," I inform and begin to play the notes for her. She gets a feel for the beat and tries singing it. It sounds beautiful.
She takes over the music and I try singing a little. We redo the first verse till I have it down for sure.
Next thing I know, it's three in the morning and we've written a final copy, with a beat and everything.
I've written my first song.
It's Friday now and Moonshine has been recorded.
Edward's on vocals, guitar and drums while the girls are on background vocals. The most I did-besides write it-was mix it a bit to fit a Michael Jackson-esque groove.
When we listen it for the first time, all done and recorded, there was a unanimous chill of great excellence that washed over everyone. It was a great feeling, creating something so beautiful. Our work wasn't official till I had the honor of saving the song into their database as "Moonshine" (featuring The Queens) - Edward Anthony.
And to think this all came from staring at Marilyn Monroe.
So now all that's left to do is let Leah have a listen and hope for the absolute best. She may not take me back but at least, she'd forgive me right?
That was my biggest worry at this moment in time. What if she didn't like it? What if I wasted everyone's time?
Naw, fuck that; it's a great song.
And when Edward's a world famous and mighty adored singer, he'll be singing it in stadiums packed with loving and dedicated fan-girls who'll damn sure appreciated it more than she did.
But I can't assume. There's only hope left.
So, when she catches me staring at her multiple time while getting prepped for tonight's show, I give her a side nod in the direction of the recording studio.
She eyes me for a sec, making me mouth "please," almost out of desperation. Our subtle interaction caught the other's attention cus they're winking at each other and whispering when Leah gets up from her vanity. She walks ahead of me into the dance room, with stomps rather than steps, and onto the studio. I shoot them all a thumbs up behind me and scurry in front of her to open the studio's door for her.
Her face doesn't change from that same damn look she gave me the second she lay eyes on me back in August.
Who's gonna make the first move?
"Did you want me for something or did you-"
"I wrote you something."
She cocks head to the side.
"A song. Um, the girls helped and I ugh...it's for you."
"You wrote a song about me?"
"I figure you do it for me so why not?" I laugh nervously as she harvest her evil glare upon me.
"It's special to me, alright? I know an apology won't really patch up what happened in February but just one listen and if you don't like it than. . .fine. I guess I can handle you ignoring me."
I must've sounded pathetic enough cus she took a seat on the couch. "One listen."
"One listen," I mutter and pull up the song on the laptop. It maybe my imagination but I felt her hazel eyes turn to white hot branding irons as their stare bore into my back. I turn the speakers on for surround sound effect and keep my back to her to avoid seeing an expression I didn't like. The second the music starts, I clench. Edward's voice enters.
Well, here goes nothing.
Hello
You know you look even better than the way you did the night before
And the moment that you kissed my lips you know I start to feel wonderful
It's something incredible
There's sex in your chemicals, oh. . .
Ooh, let's go
You're the best way I know to escape the extraordinary
This world ain't for you, and I know for damn sure this world ain't for me
Lift off and say goodbye
Just let your fire set me free. . .
Oh, Moonshine
Take us to the stars tonight
Take us to that special place
That place we went the last time, the last time. . .
I know
I was with you last night but it feels like it's been so long
And everybody that's around they know that I'm not myself when you're gone
It's good to see you again
Good to see you again. . .
On top of the world
Is where I stand when you're back in my life
Life's not so bad when you're way up this high
Everything is alright
Everything is alright. . .
Oh, Moonshine
Take us to the stars tonight
Take us to that special place
That place we went the last time, the last time
Oh, Moonshine
Your loving makes me come alive
Take us to that special place
That place we went the last time, the last time. . .
Don't look down
Don't you never look back
We are not afraid to die young and live fast
Give me good times, give me love
Give me laughs
Let's take a ride to the sky
Before the night is gone. . .
Moonshine
Take us to the stars tonight
Take us to that special place
That place we went the last time, the last time
Oh, Moonshine
Your loving makes me come alive
Take us to that special place
That place we went the last time, the last time. . .
The song fades and I dread turning around. When I do, she's heading for the door!
"Whoa, wait a second!" I grab her hand before she can even reach the handle.
"Get off of me," she growls and tries to fight me off. I let her go but her escape is interrupted.
"You didn't like it?"
"You're so full a shit, Jacob. You really expect me to believe you wrote that?"
Flabbergasted, I gasp. "Excuse the fuck out of you."
"Edward probably wrote that for Bella and you stole it from his songbook. Or one of the girls wrote it. Why should I believe you?"
Hmm. . . didn't prepare for this type of conviction.
"Maybe cus I happen to like you so and I want your forgiveness enough that I put in the effort to do something special for you when I could still be fucking Nessie for the hell of it."
"Your level of immaturity cease to disgust me. Goodbye, Jacob."
She goes for the door again but I need to be heard out. She's pissed me off enough to do so and maybe this was my final straw.
"My immaturity has been keeping your pretentious ass safe for almost a goddamn year now. I could've let Emmett blow your brains out and there wouldn't be anymore Queens. Maybe my downfall is that I love you too much and it's not processing through that big head of yours that someone can actually love and adore and care for you like I do. I fucking told you not everyone wants to hurt you! If you think I would, than fine! I'm gone! I fucking quit! You get what you wanted after all, your highness," I say all this at once- not even realizing- and mockingly bow before her.
She stands there frozen in place, eyes wide and mouth half open.
"Good fucking luck finding someone as good as me," my roar is beastly as I swing the studio door open to find the six of her peasants on the other side. Caught by surprise, they try to back away in time then put together the scene.
"Leah, what the hell happened?" One of them tends to her emotions as always. I don't even hear how she responds cus I'm out the dressing room before she can.
A few huffs and puffs later, I have Edward's keys in hand and Switzerland is my destination.
A/N Anybody catch the Bruno Mars reference - besides the song - in this chapter? xD
And um yeah. . .that escalated quickly.