Sleeping Beauty Chapter 6: Officially Fifteen, a twilight fanfic

(A/N) I have to appologize for moving the relationship between Edward and Bella a little too quick. I was all excited for writing some later chapter that I really want to write but I can't because otherwise the story would crash. I'm sorry for trying to hurry some things up so I could get to that part. Also, I know that Edward and Bella are a little out of character. I think that you will see their characteristics change throughout the story, because my perception of the characters change as I write. It's something that just happens and I can't help it.

The song in this chapter is called "I am your Angel" originally sung by Celine Dion. I am also sorry for my lack of knowledge in the "pop music" section. This song, I think, fits what I wanted to happen, and I didn't know any song that is better so...yeah. I'll hush now so you can read the story. (P.S. I think this must be my longest chapter yet...the chapter itself is about 1500 words and with my long a/n, it must be like 2000 words already. I wonder if this trend will continue...)

Disclaimer: I really envy those people who could think up really crafty disclaimers. I'm out of ideas. I don't own Twilight nor New Moon. I only wish I could create such a creation that will win many creation's emtional creations...whoopiedoo...I think I must like confusing people...lol

Chapter 6

My mind reeled. I was supposed to sing? I never had to sing in any of my birthdays, so why do I have to sing in this one?

Oh, yes. Fifteen was considered one of the most important birthdays of a girl's life. After fifteen, she will be considered a full-grown woman, able to marry and everything. Tradition is, the girl must perform something special – usually a talent – to an audience so everyone could enjoy her first…step…into womanhood. I cannot play an instrument, I cannot dance, I am basically forbidden to sew and stitch (so I cannot show a piece of art). I only have my gift – the gift of a wonderful voice, so that leaves singing.

Now…what to sing. That would be a hard one. I certainly do not want to sing a solo, but who could sing a duet with me? What duets do I know? (A/N: she's thinking what I'm thinking…what should Bella sing? Do I want a duet or a solo? Lol).

"You seem awfully quiet after seeing your mother. What is the matter?" a quiet voice asked, startling me.

I just realized that I had somehow made my way to the balcony, away from the ball, though the music could be faintly heard. The night sky was sprinkled with stars, and the moon was shining brightly.

"You are beautiful, you know that?" I shook my head, realizing that I was off into my thoughts again.

"Can you sing?" I asked, not sure of why.

"Not well."

"Will you sing with me?" There was no reply. "Please?" I begged, putting on my best puppy dog eyes. A silly voice in the back of my head told me that I was acting crazy. I rarely asked for anything, but now I am begging.

"Depends…"

"On?" I prompted.

"On what song."

"Oh." The voice in the back of my head almost slapped me, as I realized I did not even know who I was asking to sing with me. His voice was soft and smooth. The first name that came to my head was Edward.

I spun around, only to be greeted by the pair of golden eyes that I am beginning to like. Like, not love. No, love would be…too…soon. I had only seen him for two days, but I'm already trying to deny myself that I am not in denial and I do not love Prince Edward…yet. Wow.

He softly cleared his throat. "I'm still waiting for an answer," he said with a crooked smile.

"Um…I don't know?"

"That's a song I haven't heard of," he said, his eyes twinkling in mischief. "Would you mind singing it once over to me?"

"Yes," I replied, all the while resist sticking my tongue out at him. "As it happens, I do not know that song either, and I was hoping that you knew."

"Well, then, that song is out of question."

"Dear Goodness! Princess! Must you always run away and make everyone worried? The Queen sent me to tell you that your performance will come right after the next waltz, and if you are not ready…you still have to sing anyways." Trust Sophie and her unmatched timing to yell at me now. She was the only "servant" who could yell at me, although she was not much older than me. She curtsied, once, before hurrying off.

"Shall I escort the Princess Bella to the stage?" Edward asked, offering me an elbow.

I gave a nervous smile before snaking my arms into the crook of his elbow, and we were off.

The audience was very quiet as I stood on the stage. The lights were shining brightly, and my heart was wild with nervousness. I was not alone, however. I practically dragged Edward on stage with me.

Somewhere nearby, a piano started playing. It was a song I knew, one of my favorites, actually. Heart stuttering with fear still, I sang.

No Mountains too high, for you to climb
All you have to do is have some climbing faith, oh yeah
No rivers too wide, for you to make it across
All you have to do is believe it when you pray.

I blushed. My voice cracked a little, but at least the notes were on pitch. Edward seemed to know this song, too. He started singing the second part.

And then you will see, the morning will come
And everyday will be bright as the sun
All of your fears cast them on me
I just want you to see...

His voice made me feel better. I felt calmer inside, and my mouth was not as dry.

I'll be your cloud up in the sky
I'll be your shoulder when you cry
I'll hear your voices when you call me
I am your angel
And when all hope is gone, I'm here
No matter how far you are, I'm near
It makes no difference who you are
I am your angel
I'm your angel

He sang against my melody, creating a harmony that calmed me further. My heart was no longer stuttering with fear. I was practically bursting with joy at the beautiful sound. He sang again.

I saw the teardrops, and I heard you cry
All you need is time, seek me and you shall find
You have everything and you're still lonely
It doesn't have to be this way, let me show you a better day

Now it was my part. I took a look into the audience. People were swaying to the music. Mother and Father were practically beaming at me.

And then you will see, the morning will come
And all of your days will be bright as the sun
So all of your fears, just cast them on me
How can I make you see...

I felt a smile coming to the corners of my mouth. Edward was looking at me with wonder and joy and something else I cannot yet place. He was smiling at me.

By now, the whole audience was swaying. Some were mouthing the words as we sang. Our voices filled the ballroom, in perfect harmony. I think I even saw some tears on Mother's cheeks.

And when it's time to face the storm
I'll be right by your side
Grace will keep up safe and warm
And I know we will survive

And when it seems as if your end is drawing near
Don't you dare give up the fight
Just put your trust beyond the sky

I tried not to dance that much, but the song was too beautiful. Edward was smiling widely at me as he twirled me around, my dress flaring just a little. We were almost acting like those professional performers, if not better than them. When we sang the last chorus together, he surprised me by singing a countermelody instead of a harmony. It only made the music better.

The song ended. I stared at Edward as he held me, his cool, sweet breath hitting my face lightly. We were both breathing heavily. There was total silence for a moment before the audience burst into applause. There were whistles throughout, but my mind was not paying attention to them. Edward leaned in and kissed me lightly on the forehead. "I am your angel," he whispered. I looked into his eyes. He winked.

We turned to the still-clapping-and-whistling audience and bowed, which started up a new round of clapping and whistling that ended only when we left the stage.

I spent the rest of the ball with Edward, but we did not dance. We talked and talked about random things. We asked questions and answered them, him avoiding more questions than me.

Finally, Mother and Father stepped onto the stage, announcing that I have officially turned fifteen. The audience cheered. I was forced to cut the fifteen-layered cake, though I only ate one bite. The ball was over. I have, officially, one year of life left.

The Austrian royal family was invited to stay a few more days. Mother even went so far as inviting Edward to stay for an entire year. King Carlisle, with the help of whispers from Alice, agreed on the condition that I have to spend half of the year with their family in Austria. My parents were reluctant to agree, but they did, to my surprise.

That night, as Sophie helped me out of my dress, I pondered about the day and my song. It was perfect, magnificent. It was beautiful. I slipped into bed, falling asleep in minutes. I dreamed about Prince Edward Cullen.

Tell me what you think, please. I kind of only have ideas of what is going to happen, but there's no real sequencing occuring until I actually start writing it. Any suggestions, comments, errors, stuff, I don't know...review. I know I will be busy over the weekend, so the next chapter will probably be out during next week. Sunday, at the earliest if I get my homework done...:) Anyways, review!