A/N: Well, so the next chapter is up! I'll also give a tribute to everyone that reviewed (pizziagirl, High Queen Susan the Gentle, alicecullenrocksforever, twilightlovr1995, Reviewer, Defunkitated Vampires, TeamAliceCullen (whoot to her :D), boconner8675, SweetSunriseSunsetSunburns, jaimelotr4ever, and fiction-is-my-addiction - I owe you guys a thanks!) and to TeamAliceCullen, who is the best .

Bella POV:

"-Nessie is very good at playing the flute, and can you make sure she looks at these extra papers? She is above the level of her classmates, and I'd like her to practice some complicated tunes. So, could you do that for me?" he asked.

I nodded eagerly. Anything for you, Mr. Cullen, anything for you. Gosh. He was just so… perfect. And I hadn't thought that about a guy since my last boyfriend, who turned out to be gay.

But let's not think about Tyler, shall we?

Anyway, I took the papers and after looking at them for a bit, remembered why I never played the flute. How does Ness read this? I'd have to ask her later. She went out of the room thirty minutes ago, and I don't think she went to the bathroom. She's probably texting Jacob, her best friend. Well, to be fair, I have been in here a long time. Almost an hour.

But it has been one of the happiest hours of my life.

"-and that's it then!" he ended cheerfully.

Wait. What?

Nessie barged in.

"Come on Bella, let's go home." She whined.

No. No! I'll never see him again if I don't say something!

"Um, can you play the flute?" I asked in desperation.

"Mr. Cullen can play everything. Let's go!!"

I didn't have any time to think before I blurted out, "Do you know where I can get guitar lessons?"

He cleared his throat.

"Well, I do teach guitar…"

"Great, when can I have a lesson? Just my dad… he used to play a guitar and you know, for memory's sake…" I babbled.

"Uh, do you have some time on Saturday? Wait, I'll write down my number."

I smiled in delight as he wrote down the number. Yes, I get his number!

"Okay, you do that." I squeaked.

Nessie stared at me in disbelief.

"Grandpa plays the guitar?" she asked me quietly.

I put my finger to my lips in the international "Shh!" gesture and Nessie snorted angrily.

"Yeah, I'll be going soon." She said, and slumped against the door, tapping her shoes.

"Here you go." Mr. Cullen said, handing over his number, which was written in small, yet elegant, cursive letters.

"Thanks." I said gratefully, tucking the number into my bag.

"Oh, and here is the report card."

"Thanks." I repeated, staring dreamily at him.

Then there was an impatient knock on the door.

"Can you hurry up?" someone squawked.

"So. See you tomorrow Nessie, and see you on Saturday."

I nodded. "Bye!"

"Bye." Nessie said shortly and dragged me out.

"Guitar lessons?!"

Mwah. Anyway, hopefully I'll have the next chapter up in two days, and if I get enough reviews, you might even be looking at tomorrow :D. R&R!