Billie Jean- Michael Jackson

OH MY SUGAR PLUM FARIES! I haven't updates in so long! Yes well, I have a reason. I was studying the entire week! Uhg! Well I'm back and want to treat you to this. I worked hard-cough cough- , so drop a review down below. :)

By the way, if you guys read my story, Story of a Player, this is a continuation, not the sequel.

I love MJ so much. This is my favorite song, mixed with my favorite couple in twilight.

RIP MJ

Edward's POV-

She told me her name was Bella. She looked like a beauty queen from one of those movies Alice loves to watch, maybe prettier.

I met her at this party, her eyes widened and she stuttered, "You're the one".

Everyone gasped. The party froze, and as I looked into the eyes of the guys there, in their eyes were the dreams of being with her.

People always told me, be careful of what you do. You see, I had quite a reputation back in high school, not a good one. I was the school player. Yup. That ruined my life, and got rid of the one thing I held dear. Isabella Swan. We were together, but then we separated. I'm sure she forgot about me by now, but I'll never forget her.

Now, back to Bella. She has a child. A child!

The boy wasn't my son, but I wish he was.

The party, was a Christmas party, it last twelve days.

Now, I know what you're thinking, Oh Bella is SO my lover, yadda yadda yadda.

No. With a capital N.

She's just a girl-a highly attractive girl- who claims I'm the one.

But the kid isn't my son, which means she isn't, she probably said that to the last one and that's why she has that baby in the first place, if you know what I mean.

On the last day of the party, I told her straight up.

"Bella, I'm honored you like me, and want me, but um, you have a kid, and that wouldn't be fair" I stated nonchalantly.

She sniffed, and I felt a pang of regret wash over me.

She pulled out her purse, and took out a picture from her wallet.

And the scary thing was, the boy had MY eyes. Green, with specs of gold. With Bella's hair. Then, it all started rushing back. Bella. Isabella. As in MY Bella.

"Bella Swan…?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

She nodded. "Good to see you again, Edward" she whispered, a sad smile upon her full lips.

I murmured, "Missed you so much, love."

I leaned in and pressed my lips against hers, she still tasted the same. Like peaches and strawberries. I smiled, kissing her was like water, an obsession and all consuming. Once its in a cup, it is the cup. Like she is my heart, and she will always be my heart.

I mumbled 'the three simple words everyone wants to hear' and smiled as I held her close, right next to my heart, where she belongs, with our beautiful child, Anthony.

Well… I don't know. Do you like it? Was it worth reading?