Recap: "I really, really don't mean to be rude and demanding, but is there any way possible that I could get a private place to sing and play my music? I don't want to be disrespectful, but some of the songs I play are kind of private" I asked to no one in particular. Once again I flinched waiting for the slap that I was so used to.

"I think that can be arranged." Said Carlisle. "We could turn the spare bedroom into a music room/studio. And we can soundproof it. If you want."

"Thank you. I would appreciate that very much." I said formally not wanting to get hit but he started walking towards me and I knew that it was coming so I stood stiffly and with my eyes closed waiting for the blow. Then he took my face in between his hands and turned my face to meet his eyes.

"Isabella, please stop doing that. No one here is going to hit you. Every time you do, or ask for something, you flinch like you're going to get slapped across the face."

"Im sorry" I replied quietly, with tears already building up in my eyes, but Carlisle pulled me into a hug and lightly pushed me towards the house.

"Lets go get you a proper breakfast."

Almost immediately after I asked Carlisle for a private music room, the boys-meaning Carlisle, Emmett, and Jasper only- started working on the room. After Esme gave me the "proper breakfast" Carlisle had demanded I have, Esme handed me a small box and suggested that I pack up the small things I wanted to take into My Music Room. So I walked up to my room. I did as I was told and packed all of the small things.

I put my "Diary" with all of my songs into the box, along with my case full of picks, my electric tuner, my pocket amplifier, my extra strings, my metronome, my many capos, my folders of sheet music, my headphones, personalized microphone and my bongos. Then I walked down the hall and into the room that I was instructed to go into.

Walking in, I gasped. This room was huge! I put the box down by the door and began rearranging things. I moved the couch over to the other side of the room and onto the other wall. Then I walked back to my room and grabbed my professional sized drum set and began dragging it into my other room piece, by piece. While I was halfway down the hall with the last piece, I was stopped by Alice.

Alice and I have grown quite close over the weeks. We found a common interest. Fashion. But we bond, because our clothing choices are nothing alike. Alice's wardrobe consists of bright colors, ruffles, short shorts, mini skirts, tank tops, high heels and countless dresses. While my closet is filled with dark colors, graphic t-shirts, jeans, cargos, flannel shirts, sneakers, and hoodies. But we try to find ways to convince the other to try their style. It usually never works.

"What do you think you're doing Miss Isabella?" she asked nicely.

"Im bringing my things into the room. Can I tell you a secret?" I asked quietly.

"Sure" she replied

"I hate to be called Isabella." I told her timidly. I had only ever told Jake.

"Well then what would you like to be called?" she asked with a smile playing on her face.

"I like Bella. But Emmett likes to call me Bells and that's ok too." I said quietly

"Well what if I called you B?" she asked hopefully. I let out a small smile.

"B is good. I think I should finish bringing my things in the room."

"Well B, the boys are going to repaint the room, and add a lot of things. So I think we should take a small trip to your closet and try to fix your wardrobe."

I think this chapter is really random and adorable. Please review. I hate doing this but I wont update unless I get reviews. If I don't have reviews I don't think anyone likes my story. -TeamEmmettAlice