A/N: Sorry this took so long! My computer is pretty much DEAD. Battery needs replacement soon. Like yesterday. D: Teh suckage.

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Bella's POV

I was somehow aware that the car had slowed and began to turn. Still groggy, I decided to ignore it. When we hit a bump in the road, however, my head jerked forward unexpectedly. That I couldn't ignore. I came to my senses reluctantly, but enough to wipe the oh-so-sexy bit of drool from my mouth and massage my now-sore neck.

"Sorry," Rosalie said.

"'S'okay. Where are we?" I managed.

"My house," Rosalie replied.

"Why?" I asked. My mouth felt dry and speaking was a challenge, a challenge my sleep-fogged brain did not seem to be up to completing.

She laughed. "You left your clothes and stuff here, remember?"

"No."

"Well, you did. Besides, Charlie won't be home for another couple of hours. Although, I'm thinking you'll want to head home for a nap, shortly."

I moaned audibly at the thought of an actual nap in my cozy bed. The sound was slightly embarrassing; well, it would have been if I were able to care more at the moment.

"Oh, yes, I would. As long as we stop at the diner first? I really don't want to have to cook for Charlie tonight. He loves their hamburger steak sandwiches, anyway," I continued, yawning.

"No problem," Rosalie replied brightly. Sometimes I wished I could bottle her energy and use it for myself. Unfortunately, I had no such luck. "You sit here and I'll go in and grab your stuff, tout de suite."

"Sounds good," I said, smiling. I loved when my vampire used 'big' words. Although her vocabulary was likely (okay, definitely) more immense than mine, I appreciated that she spoke to me as she would a member of her family. She wouldn't "dumb down" her way of speaking, and I admired that about her.

Rosalie got out of the car, leaving the engine running and carefully shutting the door behind her, and moved at vampire speed to the house. I enjoyed the resulting breeze as I reached carefully for the radio. It had many knobs and buttons, but I eventually found the round blue knob that read 'Power'. I pressed it gently, afraid of breaking the obviously expensive stereo system, and waited as the radio began to light up.

"Welcome," said a male computerized voice. I jumped sky high and came dangerously close to emitting a high-pitched girlish shriek. "Play preset one?"

"Um, yes?" I said, tentatively, certainly not used to a talking radio. My own radio didn't even have a way for me to save my favorite stations, much less a computer to save and play them for me.

"Preset one, playing."

Then, a familiar old song began to sound through the speakers of Rosalie's car. Preset one appeared to be an oldies station. Seeing as how Rosalie, born in 1915, was ninety-five years young (human- and vampire-years combined, of course), that was not at all a surprising discovery. I wondered what the other saved stations would play….

"Play preset two," I told the radio, feeling extremely bizarre as I did so.

Opera started to blare throughout the car, part of 'Wandrers' Nachtlied' II, if I remembered correctly from my music classes. It was a peaceful bit of music, and it lulled me closer to once more sleeping than I would have liked.

"Play preset three," I ordered, a little more confidently this time. I expected more of the same, classic or quiet music, or maybe some big band action. My expectations were met. I turned up the radio to better hear the smooth vocals of the song. I loved it. I made a mental note to ask Rosalie to share her music library with me.

"Play preset four," I decided. It was the last, if I was reading the buttons on the stereo correctly. Again, I expected more of the same as from the first three preset stations. Instead, something else began to play. My jaw dropped open in amused disbelief as the heavy bass shook the car.

"Play preset four," I said again, more clearly this time, just in case the radio misunderstood me.

Did I seriously just think that? 'In case the radio misunderstood me'. Wow. That's definitely a new one, I think. Then again, I'm sitting in a car in the driveway of a house full of vampires. What's really so strange about a talking radio? Anyway….

Apparently the radio had understood me just fine. The same song played.

"Tone, let me tell you one thing: I need fifty dollars to make you holler. I get paid to do the wild thing."

I mentally surveyed Rosalie's taste in music. Swing, opera, easy listening, and…. Old-school hip-hop?

Wow.

Then, I heard deliberately heavy footsteps on the ground outside the car; it was Rosalie's attempt to not frighten me with her sudden reappearance by alerting me that she was near. She wouldn't have scared me, anyway, though; I was too busy laughing.

"What's so funny?" she asked, once she was settled in the driver's seat and had placed my bag between my feet in the floorboard.

I couldn't speak yet. I pointed at the radio as Rosalie settled in the car and began driving towards the mouth of the driveway.

"Preset four," I finally managed. "I mean, you have an oldies station, an opera station, and an easy listening station, none of which I found surprising, although, I must admit I was hoping for a bit of bad-ass rock or something. But, anyway.… Old-school hip-hop? Really?"

"Really. Don't hate on my tunes," Rosalie joked. She seemed unperturbed by my laughter at her expense, but I was certain that a lesser person than she would have gotten quite upset. I tried to tone down my amusement, just in case. Vampires might not be green or hulking, but you still wouldn't like them when they're angry.

"I'm not, I promise," I said. "I am simply exploring your mind and attempting to better comprehend your psyche through your creative choices and such," I defended, trying my best to sound like I knew what I was talking about, sleep deprivation be damned.

"You're lucky your truck is too old for its radio to have preset stations. I bet you've got a secret musical weakness that I could tease you about, too."

That shut me up pretty quickly. She was right; I did have a secret guilty pleasure: country music. Not the new stuff, really, not the stuff that could pass for pop music just as easily as country. No, I loved true country music. Willie Nelson, Johnny Cash, George Jones. It was a guilty pleasure, one that would remain secret to Rosalie for as long as possible.

I hope.

Rosalie's POV

Bella had discovered my secret: I had a formerly embarrassing penchant for hip-hop music, and so-called 'classic' hip-hop at that. After endless teasing from my family, I no longer really cared what people thought of my music choices. Well, I cared a little, now, but only where Bella was concerned.

"You got awfully quiet all of a sudden." I said, winking at Bella as we were driving towards her house. "Which means only one thing," I continued, teasingly.

"And what's that?" she said.

"That you indeed have something to hide, musically speaking."

"I assure you that I certainly do not."

"If you say so…."

Time for an experiment.

"Radio, scan," I said.

"What are you doing, Rose?" Bella asked. I heard a hint of unease seep into her otherwise nonchalant tone.

"An experiment," I replied with a smirk, gesturing vaguely towards the radio as if I in fact was not up to no good.

The first station that the radio landed on was a classic rock station. Bella didn't react in any negative way, though she did seem to recognize the song. I heard her humming a bit of the chorus, almost mockingly. Apparently she'd figured out what I was up to.

"Must not be the so-called 'classic' rock, then," I said. "But, that's not the type of music you would be ashamed to listen to, now is it? This is Washington, after all."

Correctly sensing that my question was rhetorical, Bella said nothing, instead choosing to stare straight ahead into the line of Evergreens that hugged the curve of the road ahead.

The next station that played was bluegrass. Only God (and the radio station's manager, I guess) knew why we had a bluegrass station in Washington. Bella visibly tensed as she heard the banjo music. Either she had had a bad experience while canoeing, or I was getting closer and closer to revealing her big secret. I actually giggled, and the sound surprised both Bella any myself.

"Sorry," I said, my giggle fading abruptly. "Too much sugar. That last mountain lion must have been a diabetic."

Bella chuckled at that, but resumed her stoicism, staring out of the windshield at nothing in particular.

"You aren't going to make this easy, are you, Isabella?"

"Not if I can help it. Besides, when have I been known to make things easy?"

That struck a tad too close to our complicated situation, and we both were aware of such. The laughter faded. To change the subject and prevent things from becoming uncomfortable, I changed the radio station by hand. Rap. Bella shook her head rapidly and grimaced, letting me know that rap was definitely not her 'thing.'

"Okay. Next station," I said.

The radio station changed once again. This time, country music blared from my speakers. It was George Jones' "He Stopped Loving Her Today" (a song that was actually decent, if you were into the whole country thing). That much I knew from an unfortunate cowgirl phase I'd gone through. I blamed it on Jasper, naturally. He was my 'twin', after all….

"Next…." Bella's said. I would have switched, had she not sounded so shaken. Her voice trailed off as I turned to look at her in disbelief. Her wide eyes mirrored my own and she was apparently attempting to teleport herself to somewhere far away.

"I never would have guessed! I mean, country music? Really? I've seen your iPod. You don't have anything besides classical music and alternative rock!" I exclaimed, laughing. Of course, most of the laughter was put-on for my own benefit. I wasn't above a little harmless payback for Bella's taunting of my musical tastes earlier.

After all, I am a bitch.

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