A/N: Sorry if the last chapter messed up the whole story for you, as I can see by the reviews that's all it really did for some of you. I hope this one can make up for that, and if you really didn't like the last one, I also hope you can look past that.

So, since this is the last chapter, ever, of this story, pleeeease review. Tell me what your favourite part was. Tell me what your least favourite part was. Tell me EVERYTHING and if you enjoyed this fanfiction and—well—you know the drill. Just review!

This is the first fanfiction I have ever finished.

Soo...

I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did (:

& Look out for a sequel. The first chapter, which won't be very long if I'm being honest, will come around Valentine's Day, or some time after that. :)

The room was dimmed with one very bright spotlight, directly pointed on the stage at the back of the room. Off to our left was a bar that had a banner that said Smoothies at the top, and there was a wide arrangement of couches, booths, armchairs and tables to sit at. It was pretty crowded, too, stacked with everyone from families to couples to seniors.

Alice led us all to a blue velvet couch at the back of the room. Edward, Jasper and I sat down as a little girl around the age of ten walked up onto the stage, and began singing along to an old song by Hilary Duff.

"I'm not singing anything," I said, wanting to get my point across immediately.

Alice snorted. "Oh, you will. Trust me."

I didn't want to burst her bubble so I didn't point out how wrong she was.

Edward stood up. "Anyone want a smoothie?"

"I do," I said, standing up too, and almost tripping over the ridiculous wedges Alice was making me wear tonight. "I'll come with you."

The two of us walked over to the bar, me limping a little in the wedges. As I ordered a strawberry smoothie and Edward ordered a lemon-blueberry (gross), the little girl who was singing Hilary Duff ended the song, and a guy with a goatee and beret walked onto the stage to a round of applause, adjusting the microphone so it fit his height.

"Hello, Forks!" he said, and people screamed. I exchanged a glance with Edward. Why were we here again? "I'm glad to see we have a big crowd tonight, complete with kids, so let's try and keep it rated G, all right? Next up is a big guy with a big voice, Greg Hawkley!"

A man in his forties or something walked onto the stage as Frank Sinatra's song Coffee Song began to play. He sang, and he had an okay voice, I guess, for a balding guy in his forties.

"Strawberry and blueberry-lemon smoothies up!" Two plastic cups slid towards Edward and me, and we grabbed straws and walked back to Alice and Jasper, who were now standing up and singing along to the Coffee Song. Edward and I had been pretty quiet. Probably because we knew what was going to happen next. Alice would make us sing.

Both of us sat down, despite Alice's gestures to get us up to sing and dance with them. I was all for having a good time, really, just not for making a fool out of myself in public.

"Thank you Greg!" Goatee Guy said when the song finished. Greg was greeted off the stage by two little girls running towards him and giving him a hug. I smiled. "That was an excellent Frank Sinatra!" More applause, and Greg moved farther away from the stage.

As Goatee Guy consulted some of his note cards, I leaned back in my seat and tried to make myself less conspicuous. All I wanted to do was get out of here, go some place with Edward. But at least the strawberry smoothie was good. I took a few more sips.

"Here are two kids who know how to have a good time!" Goatee Guy read off his notes. Alice giggled and squeezed Jasper's arm, so it must've been them going up next. I wondered what they would be singing. Maybe another Frank Sinatra song. Or something from a musical, most likely, knowing Alice.

"They'll be singing Footloose, by Kenny Loggins! Please give Edward and Bella a round of applause!"

See? What did I say? Something from a musical, just like I thought.

Then I froze.

Wait a minute.

What did he say?

"Bella and Edward!" he called again, and Alice gave me a shove towards the stage. Edward was already walking up there, so I followed him, almost robotically. My cheeks were already burning knowing people were staring at me. Whoever signed me up for this was going to die.

Well, okay, maybe if Edward did it I would forgive him. But not Alice.

And, I mean, Footloose? Yeah, whatever, I might have sung it once or twice along to the movie. But I never actually, you know, sang it in front of people. People I didn't know.

We got to the stage, the two of us, Edward looking just as nervous as I was. I couldn't even see the people sitting comfortably in their chairs and couches—the light was shining into my eyes a little too brightly, and I stumbled backwards a bit. As Goatee Guy brought another microphone for Edward onto the stage, he whispered at me to test my own. I tapped it and said testing, causing it to make a loud dying noise and everyone in the room to gasp and cover their ears.

He had to make a few adjustments to the microphones, but then he told us we were ready to get going. I quickly caught Edward's eye. "Did you sign us up?" I asked, covering the microphone with my hand.

"No." He did the same thing with his microphone. "I thought you did."

I snorted. "Why the hell would I sign us up for karaoke?"

Except I forgot to cover my microphone that time, and the whole place heard me.

Whatever.

The beat started up and I stared awkwardly out at the blurry silhouettes, who were all watching me and Edward intently. Honestly, I had the worst singing voice ever. I didn't know what Alice was thinking here.

The words started, and Edward sang. He had a nice voice. Better than that balding guy, at least. I managed to join him in kind of a whisper, not wanting to go too loudly with it. In the corner of my eye, someone started to clap and say, "WOOHOO! GO BELLA!"

Yeah. Alice was going to die.

When the chorus came I felt a little more comfortable, even if the light was beating hard down on me, because Edward looked comfortable. He was really getting into it, too, and beside him and his weird dance moves with his feet I wondered how boring I must've looked. So, to the beat, I clapped my hands above my head. And sang a little louder. But only a little.

A bunch of people started clapping in tune to me, drowning out my voice, so I had to raise it. I didn't have the best voice, no, especially next to Edward's. But his just being present made mine sound better than it actually was. At the second chorus, he took his microphone out of the stand to face me, so, awkwardly, I did the same. He walked towards me, I took steps back. Just as I was about to fall off the stage, I started walking towards him, taking the lead.

Okay, I guess it was a little fun, but Alice was still going to die.

By the time the last chorus came on I was going full out, dancing around the stage and letting Edward spin me around at times. Everyone was clapping, which must've meant I wasn't that bad, and dancing around with Edward was one of the best feelings ever. He made it feel like the audience wasn't even watching us. That it was just the two of us, singing and dancing along to Kenny Loggins.

The music cut off, and he smiled at me. "Not too shabby, Swan."

"Not too shabby either, Cullen."

We turned around to the audience. In a burst of excitement, I threw my arms in the air and was about to yell out Footloose, when the toe of my shoe caught on a cord. I tried to untangle it by walking forward and shaking it off, but this was probably the worst thing I could've done, because that pulled Edward's microphone onto the ground making a big noise. I leaned over to pick it up, trying to ignore the dramatic yells going through the crowd, but dropped my own mike in the process.

I didn't see Goatee Guy coming onto the stage until it was too late, and I had stood up with both microphones in the palm of my hand. And, since he was right behind me, I kinda hit him in the forehead with one.

"Oh shit," I said, and of course one of the damn microphones had to be right under my mouth when I said it. Parents covered their kids' ears quickly and glared up at me.

Edward looked on with amusement the entire time, not caring to take any involvement in it. I didn't really blame him.

"OKAY!" Goatee Guy, holding the spot on his forehead where I had hit him with the microphone. He grasped both microphones from me in one hand and shooed us off the stage. "Wasn't that an interesting performance? Let's here it one more time for Bella and Edward!"

Only a few people bothered to clap, now.

Edward and I walked back to the couch in silence. And then, upon seeing Alice and Jasper, we both burst into a fit of laughter.

***

He drove me home in his Volvo, which, of course, had been repaired. I did end up paying for some of it, though, so the guilt wasn't that bad.

We sang along to the radio the whole way to my house. Even when the Britney Spears songs came on, we didn't stop. Living in the moment with Edward was better than anything else with anyone else. I never wanted it to end.

He pulled into my driveway and walked me to my door, the usual boyfriend-girlfriend stuff.

And I don't want to say I was expecting him to kiss me or whatever. That's very cliché. But I was. Because, I mean, when you walk a girl to her door, what else are you going to do? Just leave?

No. That just isn't how the routine goes.

"Good night," Edward said, kissing me lightly on the lips. "I'll see you Monday at school."

"Bye," I said, and waved to him as he got in his Volvo, and drove off down the block.

***

The next weekend, of course we all went out again. This time, it was my choice. I picked Vino, only because we had never really gotten a chance to dine there together, no matter how expensive it might've turned out to be.

My outfit was kind of pretty, actually: a flowy red shirt with a black belt below the bust, paired with leggings and boots. The down side was that the boots had heels.

Since that night, at karaoke, I hadn't really cared much about what other people thought, like I did before. When Rosalie glared at me in the hallways, I turned my head and began talking to Alice and Jessica about something or other. When she tried to insult me, I would just blink at her, and then go back to whatever I was doing. Like she wasn't worth the time.

And I guess she wasn't.

And since that night at karaoke, I felt better. Like something had been missing before, but when Edward and I were standing up there and dancing and singing, I got that missing piece back, no matter how corny/cheesy that sounds.

Edward picked me up at six that evening to go to Vino. He had on jeans and a sports jacket, which was fine, because I wouldn't expect him to go any more formal than that.

And as he led me down my driveway and to his car, I could only pray I wouldn't trip.