I DO NOT own Twilight or any of the songs I use. (some of the songs I say Bella wrote. And if I want the songs to belong to the artist who sang it, I will put their name)

Recap: 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."

After hours of Alice trying to change my personal style, I went into my temporary room and laid down face first and plugged my headphones into my ears. Charlie would never buy me an iPod or let me buy myself one. I had told Jake many times that I didn't want one but he surprised me anyway.

Flashback

"Happy Birthday Bell." Jake said holding out a little box. I just turned nine today and Charlie wanted nothing to do with me so I walked to Jakes house in La Push.

"Jake. I told you I didn't want anything" I said while I reluctantly opened the box. Then I saw a gray apple insignia and I jumped for joy. Jake had gotten me an iPod Nano. The new one with the camera. And it was blue, my favorite color. I looked on the back and it was engraved with the title of my number one favorite song "Don't Stop Believing". I could see the reason behind it. I jumped up and gave Jake the biggest hug I could muster without hurting my bruised arms and ribs. I let go and started analyzing my new iPod again.

When I looked up again Jake was holding up a blue dell laptop with the same engraving as my iPod. I tried to hold them back but the tears spilled from my eyes anyway. Then I looked up at Jake.

"Jake as much as I love these gifts, I can't take them. Their too expensive and Charlie would never let me keep them." I said solemnly.

"Bell." Jake said lifting up my chin with his finger "I saved for this for a year. And you're freakishly smart for a nine year old. You'll come up with something for Charlie. And besides their engraved"

End of Flashback

I might have laid there for hours but I soon heard a knock on my door. Panic washed through me and I quickly unplugged my iPod from my ears and pushed it under the pillow. But not fast enough.

"Isabella?" Mrs. Cullen called "what are you hiding?" I then stood up and hung my chin down to meet my chest while I pulled out the iPod. I have learned from Charlie and my other foster parents that arguing wasn't going to solve anything so I waited for the blow.

"Isabella dear, you aren't in trouble. I was just being nosy. Its nice that you have an iPod. Now I wont have to buy you one." And I was once again astonished by the kindness of the Cullens.

"Thank you Mrs. Cullen. Um… do you think it would be acceptable to call me Bella instead of Isabella?" I asked timidly hoping not to get slapped.

"Of course it is. Ill stop calling you Isabella if you stop calling me Mrs. Cullen" she reasoned. "Now my reason for coming in here is so we can show you your music room. Follow me please." She exited the room and I followed close behind. We stopped in front of the door and she opened it.

"SURPRISE!" every Cullen was standing in the room. I jumped back a mile. I HATE SURPRISES! Usually when lights go on and there are people there bad, horrible, disgusting things happen to me. I winced and ran out of the room. I went straight to my room and cried. I cried at all of the memories, I cried for all of the vicious things Charlie and his friends did to me, and I cried for the beating that was sure to come.

I must've cried myself to sleep because I woke up at 3 in the morning. I figured everyone else was asleep so I walked very quietly into the music room that I haven't seen yet. I opened the door and closed it behind me. I then turned the light on and was stunned.

The room was gorgeous. The walls were painted the softest shade of blue. To my right was a couch fitted for a living room. I am going to go to the store tomorrow and buy a mini fridge. And I am going to drag my bookshelf from out of my room. I could spend a lot of time in here. In front of me there was a studio. A professional one. On the outside of the door, there were panels and buttons to control the sound and on the inside of the door there was a microphone. Surrounding the microphone was my drum set, my piano, the turntables Charlie made me buy, and all of my guitars lined up on guitar stands I didn't have before.

I went into my room, and I got the bookshelf with all of my books on it. I very quietly slid it down the hallway and into my studio. I put it on the corner next to the couch. I went back into my room and got the chest that had all of my most precious things inside of it. Things like my money stash, my laptop, my iPod, and all of my wolf merchandise that Jake made me for previous birthdays and Christmases. I also had all of my favorite artists posters, cds, autographs, and concert dvds. The last thing that I had in that chest was a personalized wood carving that had my motto and favorite song carved.

I took it out of the box and hooked it on a very convenient hook on the wall opposite my couch and I looked proudly at the finished room and touched the words "Don't Stop Believing" that hung proudly on my wall.

The next morning I woke up in my studio. I looked at the clock and it said 10:00. Then I panicked. I usually don't sleep that late. I'm burning daylight. I have to go eat a super quick breakfast and start working. I want to get at least 3 songs recorded by the end of the day. I work in studios all of the time. Charlie makes me rent studios to record a lot. I quickly ran out of the room and down the stairs. I fell down to the ground on the last stair but got up and kept running before anyone could beat me for it. I ran into the kitchen grabbed a granola bar and ran back upstairs.

I was setting the pitch and tone of the microphone when I heard a knock at the door. I went into the recording booth while I yelled for whoever it was to come in. I walked back out to the main room when the Cullen family walked in.

"What happened last night Bella?" Esme asked.

"It was nothing" I said timidly

"Bella. We cant help you if we don't know whats wrong" Rosalie said from Emmett's side.

"I just don't like surprises. But the room is fantastic. Thank you." I said changing the subject. Everyone said that they were glad I liked it and they left.

I went back into the recording booth and picked up my favorite electric blue acoustic electric guitar.

"Whatcha doin Bells?" I heard Emmett ask from behind me.

" I was just about to test the sound in the booth. You have to do that every time you're about to record." I said quietly. I did a guitar solo to warm my fingers up and I was ready.

" Hey Bells. This rock star stuff is cool and all, but don't you like any kind of hip- hop?" Emmett asked hopefully.

" I guess Eminem is alright." I practically whispered. " Hey why don't we make a rap together? But you have to let me sing the chorus" I said with a little more confidence. Emmett reminded me of Jake.

" Awesome! Lets start now!" Emmett bellowed

We worked all day. I made the music and the chorus and most of the words to the song but Emmett put his own style on some of it. Emmett told Rosalie that we were going to be performing and she told everyone else. After the song was finished and we rehearsed about 10 times, we got dressed. We coordinated. I dressed in black skinny jeans, and a black hoodie that said "Roxy" on it in rainbow letters and rainbow converse. Emmett dressed in jeans and a black hoodie also but he had on black Nike's. we both rolled our sleeves up to our elbows. I left my hair down but put on a black bandana and Emmett wore one also.

We were standing in my studio with my piano. I had recorded the drums and guitars already so I only had to play piano. Everyone gathered on the couch while we finished setting up. I pressed play on the recording and started playing the piano.

Bella/Emmett

Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars?
I could really use a wish right now
Wish right now
Wish right now
Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars?
I could really use a wish right now
Wish right now
Wish right now

Ya, I could use a dream or a genie or a wish
To go back to a place much simpler than this
'Cause after all the partyin' and smashin' and crashin'
And all the glitz and the glam and the fashion
And all the pandemonium and all the madness
There comes a time where you fade to the blackness
And when you starin' at that phone in your lap
And you hopin' but them people never call you back
But that's just how the story unfolds
You get another hand soon after you fold
And when your plans unravel in the sand
What would you wish for if you had one chance?
So airplane, airplane, sorry I'm late
I'm on my way so don't close that gate
If I don't make that then I'll switch my flight
And I'll be right back at it by the end of the night

Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars? (Shooting stars)
I could really use a wish right now (Wish right now)
Wish right now (Wish right now)
Wish right now (Wish right now)
Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars? (Shooting Stars)
I could really use a wish right now (Wish right now)
Wish right now (Wish right now)
Wish right now (Wish right now)


Ya, ya, somebody take me back to the days
Beforthis was a job, before' I got paid
Before' it ever mattered what I had in my bank
Ya, back when I was tryin' to get a tip at Subway
And back when I was rappin' for the hell of it
But nowadays we rappin' to stay relevant
I'm guessin' that if we can make some wishes outta' airplanes
Then maybe oh maybe I'll go back to the days
Before' the politics that we call the rap game
And back when ain't nobody listen to my mixtape
And back before' I tried to cover up my slang
But this is for' the hater, what's up Em and B

Can I get a wish

end the politics
And get back to the music
That started this shit?
So here I stand and then again I say
I'm hopin' we can make some wishes outta' airplanes

Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars? (Shooting Stars)
I could really use a wish right now (Wish right now)
Wish right now (Wish right now)
Wish right now (Wish right now)
Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars? (Shooting Stars)
I could really use a wish right now (Wish right now)
Wish right now (Wish right now)
Wish right now (Wish right now)

I could really use a wish right now
I could really use a wish right now
I-I-I could really use a wish right now

I could really use a wish right now)
Like, like, like shootin' stars
(Like shootin' stars)
I could really use a wish right now
(I could really use a wish right now)
A wish, a wish right now
(A wish right now)

Ta Da! I hope you liked it. Review please! The song was Airplanes by B.o.B and Hayley Williams