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Bella POV

Three weeks now. It had been three weeks since the Cullens moved in with us.

Edward had been teaching me for a week how to play the piano. Lisa was right: he was an amazing pianist. Whenever he would play for me, his fingers seemed to be flying over the keys and the sound that took over the music room was pure magic. No words could describe Edward's music, or his attachment to his piano for that matter.

It was… it was like he was making love to the piano.

Yes, I said it.

And the worst thing about it?

I was jealous.

Not that he was a better player than me. That much of obvious.

That he was making love to a piano… over me.

It was stupid, though. Completely uncalled for. I had met the guy for three weeks. I had fallen hard for him. And I was jealous of a piano.

I couldn't blame him, though. I never showed him that I cared for him in that way. I knew – no matter what sort of weird vision Alice might have had – that Edward could never feel this way about me.

So, as I wanted to say, before I drifted off, it had been three weeks and we were starting school tomorrow. School meant lots of things. First, having to endure the hypocritical lies of stupid, mindless and shallow human students. Even worst: we were signed up to a private school. This was going to be worst than hell.

Alice being Alice, she decided that today was the best opportunity to go shopping for new wardrobes. Rosalie, of course, agreed to that and managed, with her incredible charms, to get Jasper, Edward AND Emmett to come. I'll never know how she managed these things.

I planned to stay home, but Carlisle, during one of our sessions, convinced me that it was a nice way to keep myself happy.

Of course. Happy. While shopping.

Not gonna happen.

Esme, Carlisle, Tom and Lisa decided to stay home and leave us 'children' some free time together.

When we arrived at the mall, Alice decided that we started with lingerie.

"Oh, Alice," Rosalie said while laughing, "do you really want to knock out our boys this soon in the day?"

"Alice, really, I don't need lingerie. I've got enough bras and panties as it is." I said.

"Bella Bella Bella! You only have plain underwears. It's nice, but you need some… fantasy once in a while!"

I narrowed my eyes at her.

"Alice, I'm not planning on having sexual relationships with anyone in the months to come, so I don't need to add some fantasy underwears to my wardrobe."

"That's what you're saying, but you never know what might happen, honey." She smirked at me. Honestly, it was quite scary. "Come on. You should really try these. In midnight blue it would be perfect." The boys had followed us in the shop, and I didn't miss Alice's look at Edward as she said the word 'perfect'.

"Alice…" I warned shyly.

"Oh come on. Just try it on." She went closer to my ear and whispered, "You're going to thank me for that later. Just trust me. Now try it. Try these bras and panties too, while you're at it. I'm going to wait for you out of the changing rooms. And you will show me that midnight blue underwear outfit."

I growled and got to the changing room.

Okay, I'll start with the midnight blue thingy. Let's get this over with and make Alice happy. As I put it on, I knew I would need Alice's opinion. After all, she seemed to be the expert. When I was done, I called for her.

"So, what do you think?"

As I pushed through the changing room's curtains, I saw that it wasn't Alice who was waiting outside of my cabin but Edward.

He looked as if he had just been punched in the stomach.

"Oh… oh, my gosh… I-I'm so sorry, I'll just go back inside and w-wait for Alice."

"I'll go get her."

He ran away, his face completely flushed. While I looked at his back while he was running, I noticed something. His pants were tight. Extremely tight.

I guess he would have to shop for some later today.

When Alice came up to me, she was laughing so hard that the whole store could have heard her.

"Alice… please. Don't tell me you planned this."

"No no. I didn't plan any of this. Or see any of this."

I raised an eyebrow at her.

"You know, I think you're the biggest liar the earth has ever seen."

She laughed even more at that.

Oh gosh. The day is going to be long.

Five hours later – believe it or not – we were still shopping.

"Well, I have seen this in a vision and you are to keep quiet about this," Alice chanted. "but Carlisle is going to ask Esme to marry him and he told me to start shopping for dresses and tuxedos."

Oh no, I thought, anything but that.

When she led us to an especially sophisticated boutique, she took my arm and led me to a dress.

"Bella, try this one out, it will be gorgeous!" she was jumping while she said this.

"Alice, I don't…"

"Pretty pretty please, Bella?"

"No."

"Bella! Please! I've seen this! It's perfect!"

"Alice, me and dresses do not get along."

Jasper, probably sensing my distress, came to us.

"Jasper, make your sister come up with her senses! Tell her to try on that dress!"

"Alice, please… just drop it." he said.

"No, I won't." She looked at him. She was angry.

"Please, Alice, for Bella's sake, don't push her."

"Yes, Alice, please," Rosalie came to my rescue as well, Emmett at her side, "drop the subject and don't force Bella into wearing that dress. Please."

By now, Edward was with us as well, probably wondering what the commotion was all about.

"Why wouldn't she try it on?" Emmett cut in. "I mean, it's no big deal. It's a dress! It's not like she won't be gorgeous in…"

Rosalie cut him before he could finish. "Emmett. Shut. Up."

"W-well, A-alice," he continued, "I r-really t-think you should d-drop it."

She looked at him, furious.

"I will not! This dress is perfect, Bella, just try it on!"

"Please, Alice…" I started to sob.

Everyone in the store was looking at us.

I did the only thing I could think about.

I ran out the store.

I stayed alone, sobbing on the floor, before I sensed a presence standing right beside me.

"Bella?"

It was Edward.

"Bella, please… tell me what's wrong." He kneeled right in front of me and put his hand on my shoulder. "Please… I can't stand seeing you like this. What is wrong?"

I took all the courage I had in me to tell him the truth.

"I don't wear dresses. I-I'm not beautiful enough to wear them."

When I thought he would be understanding, he suddenly looked as if he wanted to punch in a wall.

"What are you talking about?" he told me. He was definitely mad.

"Come on, Edward! Look at me! I'm nothing close to beautiful and wearing dresses just amplify this fact."

His eyes widened.

"Bella, now, you'll stop talking and you will listen to me." He took a pause to wait for me to look into his eyes. When I didn't, he lifted my chin, almost forcefully, so that he could look into mine. "Have you ever looked at you in a mirror, Bella? You are beautiful. You are more than beautiful. You nearly gave me an heart attack when you went out of that cabin in those underwears at Victoria's Secrets." I shook my head at his statement, and he just put his hands on each side of my face to make me stop. "Don't contradict me here, Bella. Carlisle told me you had issues – big issues. He never told me about them, but he told me you had the lowest self-confidence he had ever seen. And he doesn't understand it. I don't either. You always push yourself down and I can't stand it Bella! You're beautiful and you need to understand it."

His eyes were smoldering.

"You're lying."

He laughed, almost evilly.

"Oh, really? Am I? Bella, use your power. Do you see me lying? You are beautiful."

He wasn't lying. I knew that much.

"Am I lying?"

I didn't answer him.

"You are the most beautiful and amazing creature I've met in my entire life and existence, Bella."

Once again, he wasn't lying.

"Am I lying?"

And once again, I didn't answer his question.

"Dammit Bella! Answer me!"

I looked at the floor and started sobbing again. Forcefully, this time, he lifted my chin up, his expression hard and… passionate?

"I love you, Bella."

With that, he pressed his lips on mine and kissed me. It was better than I could ever think of. His lips melted on mine, but I didn't respond – I couldn't.

I couldn't allow him this kind of privacy with me.

So I ran away, leaving him alone.

But this time, I knew something.

He hadn't been lying. Not even once.

And I was running away.

Author's Note:

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