AN: '12:59 Lullaby – Bedouin Soundclash'. Maybe not the most obvious choice…but lullaby…see the connection? The point, it's a pretty song in my opinion :) I strongly love Bedouin Soundclash.

Wow. I was shocked that the last chapter got as many reviews as it did…seeing as it wasn't too entertaining. But hey, who's complaining? Definitely not me, keep the reviews comin', please!

BPOV

By the end of the week, I was fit to burst. You would too if you were spending most of your time with a godlike creature such as Edward. Needless to say, I was about three times clumsier since Edward's arrival then I had ever been in my lifelong battle with the floor.

Edward slowly recovered throughout the week. I took pride in knowing I had helped him through his withdrawal and also to the fact that he seemed content with me being there to keep him company. I certainly enjoyed it.

We had grown to be close friends, even in the short amount of time, which saddened me in a way. I wondered if this would be another person I'd be upset about leaving behind, though I knew the answer. I had been here the longest and would be leaving before Alice, Jasper, and obviously Edward. Every time I thought of this I would quickly shake it from my head. Who said Edward and I would even still be friends in three months time? Edward could come to his senses any day now and realize I was devastatingly boring. But until that day came, I was going to take this heavenly opportunity to be with Edward and run with it.

I had uncovered much about him these past few days, especially the days where he was for lack of a better word, incapacitated. Edward amazingly shared a great deal with me as I sat keeping him company. I'm not even certain he was aware he was revealing so much; he was rather delirious which is to be expected with detox. I shared a fair amount about myself with Edward as well, though not as much. I was still having that difficulty of opening up to people. To be honest, I was beginning to wonder why I was having this issue with Edward. I felt I could tell him anything and he would understand; it was just a matter of going about doing that now. But we found we had much in common including tastes in books and in music to subjects in school.

I had even discovered he plays the piano. Though, Edward had not told me this bit of information, I had stumbled (and I do mean in the literal sense) upon a few music sheets in his room. Some of the charts held notes that had been drawn in pencil so I could only assume Edward wrote some of his own music. Ever since then I had yearned to hear him play and I knew that he was oblivious to the fact that we indeed had a piano at PRC. I would have thought that he'd find it by now but I presumed he wasn't too excited to go exploring in this place. I supposed it was Edward's bad luck that he had to leave for his meeting that Friday when Alice and I gave him his tour, otherwise we would show him the room. Had I known then that he played the piano, I surely would have informed him earlier.

Which brings us to the reason I was now dragging Edward down a corridor on the top floor of the building.

"Bella, please, would you tell me where you are kidnapping me to?" Edward said in a frustrated tone. I had refused to tell him of our destination, as I was stuck on wanting it to be a surprise.

"Calm down, we're here!" Without warning I spun around, blocking the door, causing Edward to almost crash into me. I giggled as I looked up at his face. Edward was trying to pull off a look of irritation but I could clearly see the excitement in his dazzling green eyes.

"Okay," dragging it out, resulting in an eye roll from Edward. I slowly opened the door, keeping my eyes on his to see his reaction.

I wasn't let down when Edward had scanned the room and finally landed his eyes on the piano. His first reaction was one of awe, his mouth agape. I could see him processing this in his mind and as he finally returned to his state of thinking his entire face lit up, a brilliant smile dawning his face.

"Bella," Edward breathed out. "Thank you. I had no idea this was here."

I laughed, "Why are you thanking me? I'm not the one who bought it or anything."

He didn't reply as he had now finally made his way over to the instrument.

"How did you know?"

"I saw a few sheets of music in your room last weekend," I replied shyly, all of a sudden wondering if Edward had wanted to keep his ability to play the piano a secret for some reason.

He nodded slowly.

Edward sat down on the bench gingerly, still looking it over as if it wasn't some old, scratched up hunk of junk. It really had seen better days but Edward obviously didn't care too much about its looks.

The room quickly filled with a beautiful noise as I watched the beautiful person stroke the ivory keys in the gentlest manor. The two components combined made for a very beautiful site.

Edward beckoned me over from my position by the door with a nod of his head, never pausing the music. I sat down beside him on the small bench at a safe distance. Knowing me I'd trip on air and somehow break the flimsy piano.

The song changed and to my surprise, it was to a song I all too well recognized.

"Claire de Lune?" I blurted out. I immediately smacked myself mentally as I hoped that I hadn't ruined his beautiful trance-like state.

However, Edward seemed to also have the ability to keep a conversation whilst playing, however small it was.

"You know Debussy?"

"Only my favourites," I smiled, keeping it short as well. My mother went through many phases as I grew up and her classical musical period had to be my favourite. Edward grinned and focused his attention back on the piece.

The enchanting song ended but soon enough another song filled my ears, though Edward seemed a bit hesitant to be playing it. I had little time to ponder this when I was stunned by the magnificence of this new piece. I had thought the last piece could not be topped but this song had to be the most gorgeous noise I had ever heard. Besides Edward's voice, I thought afterwards.

I watched his face as he played, astounded at the amount of tranquility and peacefulness portrayed on his face. He looked to be in his own world, probably rid of all hardships including his addiction. I too found myself at ease as I listened more intently to the song, forgetting even where I was.

The song wasn't that long and all too soon it ended when Edward struck the last chord, resting his hands in his lap.

"Edward," I barely managed to get out, "that was…that song, it was amazing. Who is the composer?"

"I wrote it," he whispered, looking down. My mouth formed a small 'o', too shocked to even try and speak. I knew he wrote his own music and knew he was probably very good but never would I have guessed he was this amazing.

"What was that?" I asked, as I heard him mumble an incoherent sentence afterwards.

He cleared his throat nervously, "It's about you," Edward stated quietly, his eyes darted to mine then back to his lap.

Me? I was the inspiration for this brilliant piece of music? Once again, I was speechless. Edward took the silence for the worst, most likely thinking I hated it, which was the complete opposite of what I truly thought. His face now looked pained.

I touched my palm to the side of his face, gently urging him to look at me.

"Thank you," was all I could say, hoping my eyes could convey all that I wanted to say as they started to water. No one had ever done something like this for me before. It certainly caught me off guard, to say the least.

Edward brought his hand onto mine that was still stationed on his cheek.

"Why are you thanking me? a smile tugging at his lips. He leaned in, his face becoming serious again, "Bella—"

"There you two…are," Alice barged into the room, ruining our moment. She was rather good at it, I was wondering if she had picked it up as a hobby. "Oh. I'm so, so sorry—Jasper, don't come in here—I'll leave," she rushed out, shoving a bewildered Jasper from the entrance.

My face had surely turned scarlet and I didn't even try to hide my disappointment. If only she hadn't have come in! My mind buzzed at that second, thinking of what could have proceeded. Edward's eyes were back to staring at anything but myself, seeming to struggle with something.

I gracelessly stood up, wanting to leave the room before it became any more awkward between us then it already had.

"Wait! Bella," Edward grabbed my wrist, plunking me back down onto the piano bench.

Edward, all of a sudden wearing a look of determination, took my face in his hands and pressed his lips to mine. I must have died of fifty heart attacks; my heart was beating so rapidly. Surely he heard it.

It was the gentlest of kisses, as his lips moved with mine. I didn't miss the strange current running between us at where we were attached. It was as if we were both being charged by some mysterious electricity source. It didn't hurt or anything, it felt right.

My hands, on their own accord, tangled themselves in his soft hair while his arms wrapped around my back, bringing me closer to him. Oh, how I was glad Edward hadn't let Alice's intruding stop what I now knew both of us wanted to do.

We both pulled away breathing heavily. We sat there for a minute, not saying anything, after we had steadied our breathing. I stood up for the second time, afraid of what I would do if I stayed in the close proximity with Edward, something very uncharacteristic of me no doubt. At that moment I had this newfound confidence. I couldn't believe that this perfect, wonderful person had wanted to and did just kiss me. I was getting lightheaded.

"We should—we should go see what Alice wanted," okay so the confidence had been lost. That didn't last very long.

"Yeah," he breathed, getting up himself.

We left what was now my favourite room of the building in comfortable silence, each in our own thoughts. Of course, I began to worry. Leaving myself with my thoughts was quite a dangerous thing.

Where would this leave us? Would this make things completely awkward between us? No! We were doing so well! I inwardly sighed, embarrassed at my mental fretting. Do I regret it? Definitely not. So what's the problem? Wait. What if Edward regretted it? This brought on a whole new wave of uneasiness, though I knew I was being ridiculous.

I snuck a peek at Edward through my hair and noticed his brow was slightly furrowed. Maybe he did regret it. Or could he be having the same internal struggle as me?

We guessed Alice and Jasper were in the common area, no doubt watching TV or something or other. Sure enough, when we walked in there they were looking innocent as anything, especially Alice.

Edward and I sat down on the other couch, keeping a slight distance between us.

"Well," I started, cutting to the chase.

Alice looked over at me, pretending she hadn't noticed us come in until now. The faker.

"Well what?"

"Did you need something?" I asked, trying to hide my irritation but failing. I didn't even know why I was irked by Alice. She really hadn't ruined it completely but it may have saved some embarrassment.

Alice gave me a sheepish grin, "Well, we wanted to—"

Jasper cleared his throat and gave her a look.

"Fine, I wanted to tell you that…" she was caving under my stare, "that movie night will be starting soon…it's Friday…" she ended quietly. That was it?

I burst out giggling at the look on her face, as if she was nervous of my reaction. The atmosphere had gone on being serious for too long.

I rolled my eyes, "Come on."

Her face perked up, knowing we were going to our room to change. I couldn't help but laugh at her sudden mood changes. She certainly couldn't last being depressed for too long, she was always happy; which is why it was so odd for Alice to be in a place like this. I hadn't known her before she came here but I had had a difficult time at first understanding why she had been committed here. Why would such a chirper happy-go-lucky girl need to be in rehab? That was until she showed me her scars. All thoughts of doubt left my mind. How anyone could guiltlessly beat little Alice was beyond me. The fact that it had led to her trying to take her own life made my blood boil. I think her dark past was what kept Alice striving to be optimistic and cheerful, though sometimes a little too happy.

That's what made Alice and Jasper such a perfect match. Jasper was the only one that I knew who could really calm Alice down in one of her hyper states. A simple touch like a hand on her shoulder would immediately sedate her. While Alice's upbeat personality balanced Jasper's reserved, quiet manor.

From what Jasper had told us, he technically didn't have a reason to be here. Before coming to PRC, he had been having a bad case of insomnia and tried sleeping pills to fix the problem. He started to need higher dosages and one night took one too many (or maybe two). Luckily his sister had found him before it was too late. Naturally, they automatically assumed he had tried to kill himself and so, was shipped here. That seemed a bit unfair to me. Personally, I think I would go mad, knowing I was being kept here for something that was a complete accident!

It didn't seem to phase Jasper, however, and why would it? He had met the girl who I was fairly positive would end up marrying him one day. I just knew it, and I think Alice knew it as well.

"Oh my goodness, Bella!" Alice exclaimed as soon as we'd made it back to our room. "Tell me everything! I didn't know Edward could play the piano! Is he any good? Did you two kiss? You looked pretty close to one another. Again, I'm really sorry for barging in like that but I really didn't think I'd find you about to do…that! No offense. Well?!" she got out in one breath, on the verge of bouncing.

"Alice, please," I said, trying to think of even one question she just asked amongst her huge tirade of words. "Well, yes he plays the piano." Good, stay on that topic, it's safe.

"And?"

"And what?"

She let out a heavy sigh and lifted her head to the ceiling. "Jeeze, Bella, this is like pulling teeth. Come on! Details, I need details!"

"What? No! I'm not going to 'kiss and tell', if that's what you're asking."

"So he did kiss you! This is so exciting!"

"He wrote me a song," I said quietly, a small smile playing on my lips.

Alice stood there, in what I hoped was awe. She mumbled something that sounded like 'that is so romantic…'

I continued talking before Alice could get too carried away. Knowing her, she'd probably start discussing wedding colour schemes.

I told her briefly how Edward had been overjoyed to know that there was a piano here (lucky for him no one really played it, so it was basically his) and then the event that occurred after Alice left.

I put my foot down when Alice tried to dress me in another pair of pajamas similar to last movie night's. No, this time at movie night I was going to be comfortable and that would involve me believing I'm actually wearing clothes. Though, I did catch myself wondering if Edward had liked my pajamas last Friday. Great, let the 'what if' questions begin.

Tonight would once again be a nerve-wracking evening, as I'm sure tomorrow…and the next day and the next would be.

AN: Well there you go… a bit longer this time, eh? Yes, real original with the piano and whatnot but oh well. Had to cheer Edward up a bit, didn't I? He was missing his piano. And they are both quite awkward and unsure of much in this story (not to mention they're both drug addicts)…that's why they didn't really say anything afterwards… at least that's what I'm going with. And seeing as I'm not the intense lovey person in real life (I'm telling you, I have no life) don't be expecting intense over the top romance in this story (it certainly isn't going to be rated M, if you know what I mean). Though, I'm going to try my hardest for the sake of Edward and Bella :) and for the sake of my readers who I'm sure would be disappointed. Anyway, review please and tell me if it was absurdly awkward and if you have any pointers for future chapters!