AN: Apologies, but this is possibly the rambliest chapter you've ever read. Before you go away and refuse to read it, let me explain: I was in Vermont for the last weekend with my mother and grandmother with no computer access. It drove me INSANE, so of course I blocked them out and wrote. I wrote one insanely long chapter, which I divided into two less insanely long chapters. And I also was listening to this song, and I wanted to put it in. Now that I actually have more than four readers [you have NO idea how excited that makes me, I want to have some fun. Guess the lyrics and you get a character. YIPEE. [can you tell I need inspiration for names? I also need a hot guy name, if anyone has any suggestions.

Disclaimer: Do I own Twilight? Nope. Do I own this song? Nope.

That night, I had the strangest dream. I was sitting in the cafeteria, alone, and I heard someone come up behind me. I turned to find Hayden, but he was Edward, too. Bronze hair, copper eyes, he was the most gorgeous thing I'd ever seen. Another person stood in front of me, and after a minute, I saw it was Jacob Black, the same one from my drawing. Both of them were staring at me with loving eyes, and I looked down, confused. I saw a long curtain of dark brown hair.

My eyes opened to view the pillow over my head. I was wide awake now, with no chance of going back to sleep. It was only an hour before I normally woke up, so I now had extra time to get ready. I reached across my cat to get my laptop, and received a bloody arm in return. "Thanks a bunch, Ronnie," I muttered. He started purring, stupid cat. I got up, walked around the bed, and opened my laptop to find an unexpected surprise-- the internet. I stared at the screen, willing my e-mail to load faster. Strangely enough, it did. Even more amazingly, I had a new e-mail from a certain famous author. I finally remembered to breathe and took an extra deep breath before reading:

Grey,

I got really excited when I read your e-mail. A Twilight play? That sounds so cool! I'm all for it, but my lawyer wants to talk it over with me first. I do hope it works out though. I'll get back to you as soon as I meet with my lawyer. Good luck with Hayden!

Stephanie

Um, WOW. I just received an e-mail from a famous author saying she liked my idea. I would say this is a pretty good start to my day. I responded with a chattier e-mail, going more in-depth about the deal with Hayden and expressing my excitement at having her e-mail me back. I finalized with urgency-- the scripts were due by the end of tomorrow.

Having gotten over my excitement spell, I turned my music on to my favorite song.

Thinking of the words to say,

I'd like to think that this was fate.

Reference to a song you love,

Spell confusion with a 'k'.

Ugh, tell me about it. I mean maybe I'm overly suspicious and over think everything, but who can blame me? I'm a crushing teenage girl, isn't that what we're supposed to do? Hayden sounded honestly confused when I verbally bit him last night. Except for that last part, he was so easy to talk to...

Like a star without its strings,

I'm hanging here on these two wings.

For that smile and those eyes... I'm falling

My mind automatically jumped to an image of Hayden. How could I have been so suspicious last night? It was just jealousy, I guess. Both Rach and Dina were open and talkative, and I was the shy one, My friends were also gorgeous; Rachel had the "American dream" body: thin, light blonde hair, pale skin, green eyes. She was a bit... well, a fair amount on the short side, but that as all she could complain about. And she did. Quite a bit. Dina and I just drowned it out after a while. If Hayden hadn't heard her complain yet, then there was a great possibility that he did like her. I could just see his grey eyes watching her, and his long, dark hair hiding his face when she saw him...

If time could stop, how could I make this more poetic

When there's nothing more pathetic to be said?

Oh, shut up. I turned my music off, grabbed a hair tie, and ran downstairs. I stared at the clock-- apparently, I was thinking for too long. I picked up my bag and ran out to the end of my street, stopping only to grab an apple off the tree in my front yard. The bus was just getting there, so I slowed down and walked calmly aboard and landed in my usual seat, somewhere near the middle of the bus.

Once I was comfortable, I sighed and went back to my low self esteem. Rach and Dina were both amazing while managing to be almost complete opposites: Where Rach was pale and blonds, Dina was dark with long, dread locked hair. Rach wore bright colors and was rather perky where Dina wore only dark clothes and was more cat-like and reserved. Bright green eyes verses sparkly brown eyes. Bubbly, contagious laughter, contagious warm smiles. And I was somewhere in the middle-- poofy, dull-brown hair, pinkish skin, wore whatever, indifferent towards most things. Summed up, I was the boring one. Once, I expressed that to them and they protested violently. No, really. Dina kicked me and Rach pinched me, then they tried to prove why I was wrong. I was really artsy, they said. Really artistic, an amazing painter, good with clay... So I asked them if I was good at anything besides art. They brought up music.

I lived for music. No, I lived music. I've been playing piano for ten years, so I could appreciate the classes like Beethoven and Mozart, but what I really loved was a good rock song. Not hard rock, but alternative. I was intensely passionate about certain bands and was constantly getting my friends hooked on my music.

Well, at least I had two things that kept me from being boring. And Rachel and Dina...

I frowned. Did I just say that out loud? I listened to the girls in front of me finish talking in the minutes we had before we got to school.

"...Rachel and Dina hang out with her, that girl with enormous brown hair and green eyes? That's Grey. I don't know why anyone would like her, though. Have you seen her friends?"

I reached up to smooth down my apparently "enormous" hair. Why were they talking about me? Who liked me? And more importantly, why?

"It's weird. A guy like him could do so much better, I mean, seriously, he's..." I waited to hear the end of the sentence, but the bus pulled to a stop and the girls got off without another word. How obnoxious was that?

The bell rang, sending students running to advisory. I was the last one in, but it didn't really matter. I had the most laid back teacher in the school for an advisor. As long as we weren't killing each other, he let us do whatever we wanted. I sat on the desk in between my two best friends. They were both smiling, so evidently they had made up. Good, it was too early to deal with anything just yet. It was only 7:30; I'd much rather wait until lunch for drama. It was also easier to get advice when all three of us were talking together.

"So," Rach said, "What were you going to fill me in on last night?"

I gestured for them to come closer, and I whispered the phone conversation, word by word. At the end, Dina looked excited, and Rach offended.

"I can NOT believe he doesn't know who I am!" she screeched in a whisper.

"I didn't believe it either," I told them, and proceeded with last night's theory. "But I was probably just being paranoid, so I think I'll sit with him at lunch today." Even I was surprised when I said that. The notoriously shy one, eating lunch with a boy? I started to protest, but stopped. I could handle this. It was just like last night, but I could see his facial expressions this time.

You bring out, you show me light

I'm sorry if I hide, I'm too afraid to look inside

Dina got over her shock first. "Wow. Good for you. It's really not a big deal. We'll sit at a table next to yours. You'll be fine." And I believed it.

Rach was about to add something when the bell rang, scattering us to our different classes-- Dina to web design, Rach to chorus, and me to art. We promised we'd meet up at the beginning of lunch.

I walked to the art room briskly, excited for my favorite subject. My teacher was amazing, and it didn't hurt that I was her favorite student. I bet if I asked, she'd let me have open drawing today so I could work on my Jacob portrait. Might as well try it.

When I arrived, I asked to talk to her alone, and told her about my portrait. "...So I was thinking if I had open drawing today, I could..."

"Oh of course dear. Do you want me to check with your study hall teacher to see if you can miss that today? You never have any work, might as well put your time to good use, eh?"

I was amazed. That was even better than I was hoping for. "Um, yeah, that'd be great."

"So go ahead and get settled, dear. I'll be right back." She left in a rush, her long skirt flashing as she turned the corner out of the room.

I did as she asked and pulled my pastels, Ipod, and portrait out of my bag, getting comfortable quickly. As the first few notes of Beethoven's fifth sounded in my ears, I found my hand moving and my mind wandering.

Was I really going to go eat lunch with Hayden today? That would be awkward if he didn't expect it. But maybe he was planning to sit with me anyway? I tried to control my thoughts, but they kept coming back to him. Images of deep, grey eyes were all I could see.

Our wish,

Each time,

Keeps me returning to you,

Night after night...

Lift me up as high as the clouds that warm the sky,

For you and I...

A thought struck me: What if it was Hayden those girls were talking about on the bus? I laughed in my head. It was weird enough hearing the rumor that someone liked me, and for it to turn out to be Hayden would be straight unbelievable. But I could still dream...

I spent the next two periods thinking about the different ways lunch might go. When I was shaken awake by my teacher, she was expressing her amazement at my art, and wondering if I had even seen how good it was.

As a matter of fact, I hadn't. I glanced down at my work, and I was breathless. It was by far the best thing I'd ever done. It was so lifelike, and just... amazing.

Walking to lunch, it was all I could think about. At one point, I was so sure I actually saw Jacob like he was in my picture, but I convinced myself it was just my imagination.

I reached the doors to the cafeteria and took a deep breath before entering. Lunch was already half over, so I'd missed meeting us with Rach and Dina. I just had to dive straight into lunch with Hayden.

AN: Ooh, I wonder how that will go? Actually I don't, 'cause I'm the author and I've already written it. But I'm considering rewriting it to be in Hayden's POV. Yes or no? Why don't you review and tell me?