Okay, hey everyone! I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while, but fanfiction was being gay, and then I had to post my other story (if you haven't read it, check it out. I think it's pretty good.) So…yeah. Sorry if this chapter's a little short (If you think this is short, wait for the next chapter…its like, minuscule) but I haven't been real motivated lately. Fanfic hasn't been sending me review things on my email and so I was pretty depressed for a while –grins- but now, you have the story. If you have a story you want me to read, PM me and I will. I have nothing better to do, and I like reading fanfics. It's cool to see everyone else's take on stuff. That was one loooong author's note. Sorry!

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Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, New Moon or any other related characters. I'm just obsessed with them.

P.S. How do you make a line to separate the story from the author's note??? I'm having issues with that.

After our hysterical laughter had subsided—it took a while—and Phil had gone back to bed—looking like someone had hit him over the head with a frying pan—Edward and I went back to looking for our songs.

"How's this?" Edward asked, pointing to a song I had never heard.

"What is it?" he looked incredulous.

"You've never heard this song before?" he was staring at me like I had grown a third nostril and an extra tongue.

"No." I said, slightly offended by the look he was giving me.

"It's terrible having a girlfriend who is completely oblivious to the music world." He said, clicking on the song, which made it go into some sort of queue at the bottom of the screen.

"I am not oblivious." I said, knowing he was just kidding.

"Sure you aren't." He said, smiling and typing in another band name.

"Okay, so maybe I haven't memorized the names of every band in existence since the 1900's—" Edward cut me off.

"I haven't memorized all of them. Just the good ones." Like that made any difference. Edward thought every band was good.

"Fine, but I'm not to be blamed for my ignorance. I told you I was born thirty."

"Bella, Carlisle even knows that song. And he's three hundred years old!"

"He also lives in the same house as you do and can remember every note of every song you've ever played in his presence." Edward sighed, his golden eyes twinkling.

"Fine. You win." He said, throwing his hands into the air mockingly.

I grinned, glad that I had beaten him for once.

"Now don't go getting all cocky—" he said.

"Oh come on Edward! You're the king of cocky." I was grinning hugely now.

"I am not."

"Are too."

"Am not"

"Are—"

The sound of Renee's laughing interrupted me.

"What?" I asked. She was standing in the hallway, looking at us.

"You're arguing like kindergarteners!" she said, still giggling. "What was it about anyway?" I almost sighed. I was glad she hadn't heard anything about Edward's three hundred-year-old father who remembered every not of every song he had ever heard.

"Bella thinks I'm cocky."

"He is." I said, stating the fact.

"I am—"

"Okay, okay. Let's not start this again." Renee said, walking over. She still had a smile on her face.

"Are too." I said so Renee couldn't hear and Edward smiled.

"What are you guys doing?" Renee asked.

"Edward's downloading music so he can burn a CD." I said. I didn't really know any particulars.

"Really? What kind of songs do you listen to?" she sounded interested.

"I'll listen to pretty much anything. Except country. I had a bad experience with country music once." He winced. I wondered.

"I'm not sure I want to know about that." She said.

"You don't."

"Didn't think so. What's your favorite song?"

"That is seriously the worst question you could possibly ask me. I have too many. You'd be sitting here for days."

"I wouldn't doubt him, Mom." I said, "You should see his CD collection. His room is like a music store!"

"How many do you have, Edward?"

"I haven't counted recently," I rolled my eyes so Renee wouldn't see, "but I guess I have somewhere around a thousand." Renee's eyes got so wide; they passed saucers and went to plates.

"That's a lot of CDs." She said.

Edward nodded and was then distracted by something popping up on the computer. iTunes. Now here was something I was familiar with. If only slightly.

"Do you have a favorite artist or band?" Renee had recovered from her shock.

"I'm not partial to any, really. I enjoy them all equally." He definitely didn't sound seventeen when he said things like that.

Edward was clicking, dragging and highlighting fast enough to make my head spin. He went into his room for a second and came out holding a container of CDs I vaguely remembered him buying when we were at the mall.

He put one into the CD slot on the computer and clicked the "Burn Disc" button at the bottom of the screen. The program did its thing while Renee asked if we wanted to go to the beach.

"I was going to wait until Phil wakes up, but it doesn't seem like that's ever going to happen…."

I glanced at Edward before I said anything. Renee sounded like she really was giving us a chance—she was probably as tired as I was from the night before.

"Mom." I said, pausing, "I think we're all pretty tired. It might be better if we just stay home today."

"Thank goodness." She said. " I was hoping you'd say that." She yawned. "I think I'm going to turn in now."

"I think that's a good idea, Mom." I said. The shadows under her eyes rivaled Edward's.

"Oh, before you do." Edward said, "Do you have a CD player?" Renee looked thoughtful.

"I think there's a Walkman on the table in the living room, but we haven't gotten around to buying a good stereo system."

"That's fine." Edward said.

"'Night." Renee said, yawning again and walking off to her room.

Edward ejected our newly made CD from the computer.

"Wanna listen?" he asked with a grin.

"Stupid question, Edward." I replied, his grin making my heart sputter.

"Good." He said, picking me up and carrying me into the living room.

We sat down on the couch and I laid my head on his shoulder while he loaded the CD. He handed me an earphone and hit play.

"This is the song you don't know." He said, referring to the song that had started our childish argument earlier.

I shot him a glare and listened to the song as he played with a strand of my hair. It was pretty good. He paused it when the song was over.

"So how did you like it?" I sighed. I was going to regret this forever, I could tell.

"It was good."

"I told you so."

"Now you sound like a kindergartener." I said, smiling. He grinned back and pushed play.

I leaned back into his chest and closed my eyes as the music surged. There was something about the sound of music that was just so calming.

"Mmmm." Edward said, wrapping his arms around me.

"What?" I asked, snuggling closer to him.

"You." He answered simply, stroking my face with a finger. Then he started to hum and I was completely distracted from the CD. His voice made the CD sound like a broken record. I concentrated on breathing evenly. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked, noticing my difficult breathing.

"No." I said, too fast. He chuckled and kept going.

We lay there on the couch for hours, listening to the same CD. I was too distracted to be hungry.

As I listened to my angel humming and felt his cool arms around me, I wondered how I had gotten lucky enough to find my heaven so easily.

Hey again! It's me. You know, the stupid person writing this piece of crap. (-laughs-) I just wanted to tell you that I've had a couple requests to write an extra chapter on my new story, "This Is How the Cullens Do It" so I may not be updating for a while due to WRITING PRESSURE! So I will definitely try to write the chapter about Bella and Alice's sleepover. And I have an idea to write Bella and edward's story from Angela's POV. The idea just came to me, and now it wont leave me alone. (stupid ideas.) So I may be busy writing, but at least you'll have something to read! Thanks, and review!

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