A/N: Mwah. Here it is. I must thank everyone that reviewed: GuitarGirlxoxo, TeamAliceCullen, Cullenfan524, twilightsun01, and Werewolf-Fanwolf. Thanks to you guys! And thanks to everyone who favorite-d and/or storyalert-ed me! Also, it's Saturday now, and Bella's having her guitar lesson! But Alice and Rosalie have to get her ready first. Also, gnocchi are a kind of Italian dumpling. And this is my longest chapter yet, so if you have short term concentration like I do, be warned.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Twilight. I don't even own an I-Phone D:
Bella's POV:
"Good-bye!" I called out to my boss, Angela, as I left the grocery store.
"Bye Bella! Wait, but you stay later than noon next Saturday, right?" Angela asked, running up to me.
I laughed. "If my guitar lessons go well, then maybe not. But I don't know, Angela. I'll check up with you on Monday."
Angela nodded. "Okay."
"Yep. So… bye?" I asked, unsure of whether she had anything else to ask me.
"Uh, yeah. Bye."
I sighed heavily and walked to my truck. I still had to have a shower, change, make some food, take my guitar, and drive to his house. And I have three hours to do all of that.
As soon as I reached the house, Alice and Rosalie ran out.
"I have your clothes ready!" Alice called.
"And I have the make-up." Rosalie said lightly before leaning in closer to me and stage-whispering, "I couldn't stop her, Bella, so don't be mad if Alice went over the top."
I laughed.
"It can't be that bad."
I was wrong.
A tight, black, short-sleeved shirt with matching skinny jeans. That wasn't too bad. But that… thing.
"Alice, don't get angry at me… but what the hell is that?"
Alice folded her arms over her chest and said in a nervous voice, "Head-dresses are all the rage, Bella."
Rosalie bit her lip in an attempt not to laugh, while I glared at her. Couldn't she have stopped Alice from this heinous crime?
"If I wear that, I will look like an ostrich."
"Ostriches are very beautiful animals!" Alice pointed out in desperation. She knew I wasn't going to wear it.
"Well, if you don't take it away, I might just wear my long yellow skirt, the one you said was mustard colored, and socks-" I paused for dramatic effect "-with sandals."
Alice covered your ears. "Don't wear it, as long as you never mention the socks with – with – SANDALS!"
I snickered.
"But you still need accessories." Rosalie pointed out wisely.
"Yeah, it'll be like, totally plain if you don't add any." Nessie said, coming out of the kitchen with some ice-cream.
I rolled my eyes.
"What's the ice-cream for?" I asked after I had finished with my eye-rolling.
"Jake's coming over."
"Do you still have the scarf I bought you for your birthday?" Alice asked.
"Alice, it's not cold outside."
"You can wear it as a belt."
"But it's a scarf."
"Listen to me, woman! You. Will. Wear. It. As. A. Belt." Alice cried, grabbing my shoulders and shaking me."
Needless to say, we didn't talk any more about that until after I had gotten changed.
"So how exactly am I supposed to wear it so that it looks like a belt?" I asked.
Alice sighed, and grabbing the scarf, she managed to wind it around my waist.
"It still looks like a scarf."
Alice growled.
"When are you ready for your make-up?" Rosalie asked, changing the subject.
"Now."
"Okay, so I'll make your little Italian dumpling thingies." Alice said, and ran out of the room faster than I could say, "They're called gnocchi."
I shook my head sadly and sat down at a chair.
"Okay, Rose, do your magic." I said, closing my eyes.
It was a matter of moments before Rosalie's fingers where tying my hair in an elaborate yet simple style and putting on make-up and eyeliner and lipgloss. A lot of lipgloss.
"Jeez, Rosalie, do you think I'm going to get kissed today?" I snarled, yanking my head away.
"You never know." Rose said mysteriously and I shut up and let her stick some earrings into my ear.
"Okay, okay, how do I look?" I asked, squirming in my seat.
Rose wordlessly handed me the mirror and I stared at myself.
I had never considered myself beautiful. Girl-next-door, yeah. Not-that-ugly, yeah. But beautiful?
Yet now as I looked at myself in the mirror, I thought, I might even look…
"Preeeetty."
Rose glared at me.
"Beautiful."
I huffed. "Whatever."
I mean, my hair was up in a high pony tail, so that my "elegant neck" (Alice's words, not mine) would be showing, and my make-up was reasonable. A hell of a lot more than I usually put, but not as much as they had slathered on me the last time. I had looked like a hundred year old elephant.
"Better than last time."
"I was having a bad day." Rosalie muttered. It had not been one of her finest moments when I had looked in the mirror and shrieked.
"Bella?" Alice asked, popping her head out of the kitchen.
"Yes?" I asked lazily. Haha. No cooking for me!
"Is the spinach supposed to be floating above it?" she asked nervously.
"Alice!" I yelled.
"I take that as no." she said, before disappearing back into the kitchen.
I hit myself on the head with my hand.
"Rosalie. Can you go check if they're as bad as it seems?"
Rosalie walked out for a minute before running back in.
"Woah. She was underestimating them."
I smiled weakly. "I guess we'll just have to take out the garlic bread."
***
I arrived at Edward's doorstep an hour later with Billy's guitar in my hand.
I would never be able to thank Billy enough.
I took a deep breath and paused right before knocking the door, before realizing I was absolutely terrified, yet knocking anyway.
The door opened instantly.
"Oh, Miss. Swan. Come in." he said.
I was too busy staring at him. He looked even better with day-old stubble, and in a button-up blue shirt and jeans that fit in just the right places –
No. Stop, Bella, stop.
"What's that?" Edward asked, gesturing to the garlic bread.
I snapped out of my trance.
"Garlic bread."
He smiled crookedly and I nearly had a heart attack. Or turned into Jell-O.
"That's my favorite."
I shook my head. "Mine probably isn't."
He looked surprised. "Okay. Why'd you bring it?"
Oh God. How should I get rid of it? Should I stick it in a bush? Put it on the road and hope something heavy comes to crush it?
I must've looked like I had swallowed a hundred-dollar bill, so he said, "It's a nice surprise."
I instantly relaxed. Nice surprise. Favorite food. Well, he appreciates it.
Until he gets food poisoning.
"Well, since you're wasting your Saturday teaching me the guitar, I just thought I should thank you somehow."
"Oh, you didn't need too." He laughed.
"But, I'd just like to ask, how much does this cost, exactly? I mean, should I ask my boss for a raise…" I trailed off. I mean, damn, I'm all for these lessons, but ahem, I have a house to take care of. And a niece. And friends that come around so often they could practically live in the house.
"Oh. They're free. Until the third month." He said, walking into the house.
Ooh. A great bargain. A hottie and guitar lessons for free? Bring it on!
"So where am I going to learn the guitar?" I asked.
Not like it really mattered. I mean, I wouldn't care if I was taught to play the guitar in the bathroom! Just this guitar was kind of… heavy.
"The living room. First door on your right." He called.
Better than the bathroom.
I walked in and gasped.
Yep, much better than the bathroom.
This room was huge. A pale yellow with a large blue couch and a pretty big TV. Well, compared to my cereal packet sized TV, anything was big.
I sat down on the couch and put down the guitar gingerly. I'm a walking disaster, and I wouldn't want myself to trip over it and crack my head over it, or worse, for me to actually step on the guitar and break it.
Edward returned with some sheets of paper.
"So, Mr. Cullen," I began, but was stopped when he said, "Please, call me Edward."
Hmm… he said please, so…
"Fine. So, Edward. How long have you been playing the guitar?" I asked. I want to know as much about him as possible.
"Since I was ten. But I've played the piano longer. It's the only instrument I like better than the guitar." Edward said, before picking up the guitar and asking, "May I?"
I nodded eagerly.
Then he started playing a tune that did not seem to come from the guitar that had sounded like a dead cat when I anxiously strummed it. When he was done, I applauded.
"Thank you, thank you very much." He drawled and I couldn't help laughing. These guitar lessons where a good idea after all.
Okay, since this chapter is super-long (over 1,400 words!) the rest of the guitar lesson will be in Edward's POV. Mwah. Reviews motivate me to write a chapter faster, so R&R!! xD
Anyways. Next chapter, up… tomorrow? The next day? Maybe not tomorrow, I have a doctor's appointment, but if you readers ask me for it… ;D
Also, I haven't ever written a fourth chapter to a story, so don't kill me (wince).