Disclaimer: SM owns Twilight, I just like to fuck with the characters.

Chapter Two

I sang along to the words of my favorite Miranda Lambert song as I got ready. It felt refreshing to tune into this side of myself. After my father died I sort of avoided anything that reminded me of him. Effectively changing my taste in music for months.

"God, how can you listen that that crap?" Rosalie groaned. I rolled my eyes and ignored her.

Without looking at her I pulled on a pair of tight fitting skinny jeans. "Can you please turn that shit off." She snapped and I glared at her.

"What?" Rosalie asked and sat up.

"Nothing, it's not important." I breathed.

"That's bull and we both know it."

I sighed and shrugged my shoulders. "It reminds me of dad, and you're just acting like an asshole about it."

"I knew how close you and dad were, I shouldn't have said that."

"Sometimes I don't even think you miss him at all." I whispered sadly.

"I never really knew him, Bells. You know that."

"Yeah I know."

"You coming to Esme's tonight?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

"I dunno."

"Emmett's gonna be there." I told her. She nodded and bit her lip, trying to keep the excitement off her face. It didn't work. Her blue eyes sparkled with happiness and love. I knew that Rose was madly in love with Emmett, she just won't admit it. And frankly neither will he. They're both head over heels for each other, and everyone can see it except for them. I wish she would dump her dickbag boyfriend, and be with Emmett, who actually deserved her affection.

"Do you know what you're gonna sing?" She asked.

"I think."

"I'm going to call Royce and see if he wants to come." She said, as she got up. I groaned. "I hate him so much."

"He's a nice guy. Just give him a chance."

"He's a pig!" I shouted.

"Whatever Bells. See you tonight." With that said, she walked out of my room, slamming the door behind her.

I pulled a white long sleeved shirt over my head, and added a grey wrap around scarf to complete the look. I pulled on my black my pea coat, I slipped on the Toms I was wearing earlier today, and made my way down stairs.

Rose was already out the door when I entered the living room. "I'm meeting Royce. See you at Esme's." She called over her shoulder. I opened my mouth to say something but the door slammed shut behind her before I had the chance.

I walked into the kitchen, and pulled a Red Bull out of the fridge. With my good foot I kicked the door shut. I grabbed the keys to my Chevy off the hook, and made my way outside.

I cursed under my breath, realizing that I forgot my guitar. I started the truck, hoping that it would be heated up by the time I got back. I dropped the Red Bull on the seat, and dashed back inside. I quickly sprinted up the steps and burst open my bed room door. I rushed over to the corner of my room, where my beautiful acoustic guitar was sitting on its stand. I placed her in the case, and rushed back down stairs.

I sprinted out of the house, and made sure to lock the front door behind me. I opened the drivers side of the truck, and slid the guitar over to the passengers side. I hopped in the truck, and put it in drive.

Keeping one hand on the wheel, I reached over, grabbing the Red Bull can. I popped it open with one hand, and took a large gulp. I reached into my the glove department of my truck, and pulled out my cigarettes. I quickly lit one, and threw the pack somewhere on the floor of my truck.

After ten minutes of driving I finally pulled the ancient red truck into the coffee shop's parking lot, that was conveniently located next to Spoons Ink. I quickly finished off the energy drink, and threw the now empty can onto the car floor.

Turning the ignition off, I stepped out of the cab, grabbing my guitar as I did so. I took a few hits from the cigarette before throwing the butt somewhere in the parking lot. I was actually quite nervous. I loved singing, and playing the guitar but I didn't do well in front of crowds. I didn't usually perform original pieces, on the rare chance that I performed at all I would always do a cover of a song. Somehow Embry managed to talk me into performing one of my songs, and I was scared.

I was met with a loud squeal when I stepped through the door of Esme's. I smiled genuinely, as Emmett's mother - Esme - pulled me into a bone crushing bear hug. For a woman of her size, she was strong.

"Bella, I've missed you so much!" Esme gushed. "Happy birthday. I can't believe that you're eighteen already. How time flies."

"Thank you, and I've missed you too!" I smiled into her neck. She slowly let go of me, and linked our arms together.

"How's Rosalie doing?" she asked, smiling warmly.

"She's fine. She's also coming tonight."

Esme squealed again. "That's great!"

"So where's Carlisle at?" I asked.

"He's still at the hospital. Hopefully he'll be here soon."

"Bella!" I squealed when I felt two strong arms wrap them selves around my waist.

"Hi Embry." I giggled.

"How'd you know it was me?" He mumbled.

"I'm good." I laughed as I turned around to face him. He narrowed his eyes at me. "Too good."

"The swelling on your eyebrow has gone down." He commented, as his fingers brushed my eyebrow lightly.

I nodded in agreement. "Are you going to sing your song?" He asked.

I nodded stiffly, a grimace on my face. He laughed, and patted me on the back. "You'll do great."

"Yeah, yeah." I muttered. I walked to the front of the shop, and placed my guitar on the stage next to the chair, and mic. I turned and headed for the counter.

Esme smiled at me from behind the counter. "What can I get for you?" She asked.

"My usual." I told her.

"One caramel macchiato, with an extra squirt of caramel, whipped cream, and chocolate syrup coming up."

I sipped on my drink as I waited for Rosalie to arrive. Huffing, I glanced at my watch. I sighed deeply. She was 20 minutes late. This wasn't like Rosalie at all, I had a strong uneasy feeling wash over me. Something isn't right. I thought with a grimace. As I was pulling my phone out to call her, Esme called me to the stage, signalling that it was time for me to preform. I stood up, glancing at the crowd and frowned. Why the hell am I doing this?