Chapter 3
~Bella POV~
I felt someone shaking me awake, and heard her calling my name. "Bella! Come on Bella! Get up!" I swatted at her, and she jerked the covers off me.
"Okay, okay! I'm up!" I mumbled, sitting up and rubbing my eyes. Taylor stood in front of me, hands on hips, my covers in one hand. Maybe now is when I should mention that Taylor Swift is my best friend, and at the moment, we just finished a tour together. But the story of how we met is for later.
"Do you know what time it is?" she asked me, her eyebrow raised.
"Course not," came my sarcastic reply. "I just woke up, 'mother'."
She rolled her eyes and cracked a slight smile, throwing my covers in my face. "Thank you," I smirked, then laid back down, hugging my covers.
"Don't you dare go back to sleep!" she said, shaking a finger at me.
It was my turn to roll my eyes. "Sure, sure. I'll just go to bed instead."
"Isabella Marie Swan!"
I winced. Uh oh. Maybe I shouldn't have said that. I sat back up, and instead of seeing her fuming at me... I saw her trying not to crack up laughing. I raised an eyebrow.
"You really don't know how funny you look right now," she informed me.
I stuck my tongue out - childish, I know, but hey, Taylor and I sometimes enjoy being childish - and got up, stumbling toward the mirror. I really did look funny. My hair was a mess - sticking out from my face in every direction - and I had mascara tracing my cheeks. I sighed a bit, staring at the mascara trails.
"Wanna talk 'bout it?" Taylor asked, standing right behind me. I glanced at her through the mirror and shrugged.
"I fell in love and got dumped?" I said. It sounded lame, even to me.
"Come on, I know there's gotta be more to it than that," she said, trying to weasel it out of me. I sighed and picked up my hairbrush, ignoring her. "Bella, I know there's more to it that you won't ever tell me. It's getting to the point that I don't know what to do with you when you are like this."
I knew she was right. I started to brush my hair and glanced down. "His name is Edward Cullen. We met when I moved to Forks and started high school there. We fell in love, then he left me. Said he didn't love me and left, without a single trace." I moved to sit beside her on the edge of my bed as I brushed through the tangles in my hair. "I kinda went crazy for a while, then started developing a closer friendship with Jake. Then, you know the rest," I shrugged and tossed my brush onto the bed behind us.
"Oh Bella, I'm so sorry!" Taylor exclaimed as she wrapped her arms around me. I hugged her back, sighing and forcing tears away. We sat that way for a while, hugging each other as I let myself cry, until she moved to pick up a sheet of paper. It was half hidden under my guitar case and my bed. She glanced over it, raising an eyebrow. "This about him?"
I glanced down at the tear stained paper she held up, glancing over what I had written.
"I can't believe you did it again
Walked by and took my heart with you
Why did you have to look so good?
Don't you know that I'm trying to hate you
Trying to have a dream without you in it
But how can I put out this fire
When you're the one who lit it
I can't wait for the day I stop pretending
That I'm really ok when I'm not
I want to know how it feels to be
Over you for real
Until I do
I'll keep writing songs about you
I've got a stack of papers so high
And it's all about you baby
Keep thinking maybe I
Can make sense of something crazy
Something I can't get out of my head
I write your name I write your name
Then I tear it all to shreds
I can't wait for the day I stop pretending
That I'm really ok when Im not
I want to know how it feels to be
Over you for real
Until I do
I'll keep writing songs about you
And if you ever change your mind
And want me back again
I hope these songs will remind me
Why I shouldn't let you in
I can't wait for the day I stop pretending
That I'm really ok cause I'm not
I want to know how it feels to be
Over you for real
Until I do
I'll just wait for the day
I stop pretending
That I'm really ok when I'm not
I wanna know how it feels to be over you for real
Till I do,
I'll keep writing songs about you"
(Writing Songs About You)
"Uh, yeah, I wrote that last night," I said quietly, wiping tears away.
"I like it!" she grinned at me. "We totally have to record it."
"Sure, but only if you come up with the tune," I smiled back. Trust Taylor to cheer me up.