A/N: There is one last chapter this story after this one. Please Review, I need feedback because I want to make this part of a series. So, please, REVIEW!

Chapter Twelve - Tonight

Tonight, the night I have dreaded for so long now - the night of the dance. I wasn't going to help Jacob get ready, that would hurt too much. I was just sitting on his bed while he was getting ready in the bathroom. I was humming Mom's lullaby that Dad composed for her. It was the sweetest piece of music I've ever heard. They had a beautiful and hard love that would not ever end, not even now.

"How do I look?" Jacob asked as he stepped into room.

"You look…different." I said shocked as I looked at him. His hair was all and tidy and the tux he wore, perfect on him. "It's a good kind of different." I smiled to him.

He smiled and sat next to me. "You don't want to get your tux wrinkled do you?" I asked and hopped up. I took his hand for him to get up too.

As I took him to stand up, he took both my hands and we were dancing now. I smiled and laid my head on his shoulder and my arms wrapped around my waist, his around mine. We made our own music as we danced gracefully around the room.

After a while I said, "You should get Heather." My voice sounded sad. "It's about 8:30."

He laughed like he thought I was joking…if only if I was. Jacob took me downstairs and put me on the couch. He stood in front of me. "See ya later, Ness."

He waved and left out the door. My face dropped. I could not believe this was actually happening.

Ten minutes later, I went into Dad's music room. I sat down at his Grand Piano that I loved dearly. I started to play random notes and it became a melody afterwards. I let the music guide my fingers throughout. As soon as I felt right about where the music was going, I grabbed a note sheet and plotted my song. This was new, this could be our song. As I was jotting down the notes, Dad walked in with a happy smile and light eyes.

"You are just like me," he said taking the note sheet and reading it. "I made a lullaby for your mother. Do you remember it?"

I nodded and started playing the part that I remembered by heart. "It's beautiful," I replied still playing it.

I was content, no, more than content - happy. The music lifted up my spirits to a new level. It was like my emotions went into my fingers. The piano creates more than music, it creates feeling - the feeling that I enjoyed.

I stopped playing when Dad asked, "Are you making it for Jacob and you?"

"Maybe. I like how the music is going, what do you think?" I asked while I played the song again.

"It's a masterpiece." He said and left the room. This gave me the silence I needed to complete the song.

A/N: The last chapter is right after this one. -tears-

I loved writing this, I hope you liked reading it.