A/N: Don't hurt me!! I'm sorry for not posting for so long, but I had writer's block, and then I had camp, and I'm going to the beach soon, so I have to write this chapter now! As always, thanks to TeamAliceCullen.

DISCLAIMER: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight. I just play around with her characters.

Edward's POV:

I waited patiently by the door. It was already one thirty. She should be here by now.

But everyone can be late, right?

I looked down at my button-up shirt and jeans. Nothing too fancy. Nothing that would make her think that I had a crush on her, or anything, like my last guitar student did.

But Victoria was delusional, and she wanted to think that I had a crush on her. I mean, do jeans and a t-shirt scream "I have a crush on you!" to anyone apart from Victoria?

I heard a truck drag its way up my street and resisted the temptation to open the door and get this over with.

I waited for a few seconds before I heard someone shuffle up the steps, pause for a second, before knocking the door once and withdrawing their hand quickly, as if to make sure that I did not hear her.

I took a deep breath and opened the door, smiling. My problems should not be other people's problems.

"Oh, Miss. Swan. Come in." I said, pretending to be surprised before really looking at her.

Skinny jeans. A tight black shirt. Earrings. A scarf, worn as a belt.

Bloody hell, she had really made an effort!

And then I noticed the bag that she was holding.

"What's that?" I asked, gesturing to the bag and sneaking a chance to stare at her while she looked down at it in surprise.

"Garlic bread." She stuttered.

I smiled and nearly laughed when I saw her stunned expression.

"That's my favorite."

She shook her head, causing her long brown hair to swish around. "Mine probably isn't."

I don't think I've ever met someone who said that about their cooking, but okay…

"Okay. Why'd you bring it?"

She looked panicked at this question, and her eyes darted around, like she was trying to think of a place to throw it away.

"It's a nice surprise." I amended hastily.

She relaxed and even smiled a bit.

"Well, since you're wasting your Saturday teaching me the guitar, I just thought I should thank you somehow." She said cheerfully.

"Oh, you didn't need too." I laughed. Victoria never brought any food, only champagne, and that was once, on the very last lesson… No. Stop, Edward.

"But, I'd just like to ask, how much does this cost, exactly? I mean, should I ask my boss for a raise…" She asked with a slightly worried tone, and I wondered exactly how much a grocery store employee earns.

"Oh. They're free. Until the third month." I said kindly, walking into the house. Maybe I was bending it a bit too far, but whatever. Nessie was one of the best students in the class, and even though I gave her all A's, I always thought that she deserved more for working so hard, and now I was repaying her! Or her guardian, anyway…

"So where am I going to learn the guitar?" she asked, following me into the house.

"The living room. First door on your right." I called, going into my study to get some papers.

Get the papers, go into the living room, get the garlic bread, put it in the kitchen... My head was buzzing from all of this.

I quickly walked into my sunny living room and caught her admiring it. I smirked a bit. I'll have to thank Esme.

"So, Mr. Cullen," she started, but she paused when I said, "Please, call me Edward."

"Fine. So, Edward. How long have you been playing the guitar?" she asked, unconsciously fingering her guitar.

"Since I was ten. But I've played the piano longer. It's the only instrument I like better than the guitar." I said truthfully, before picking up the guitar and asking, "May I?"

She nodded, staring at me like she was bewitched.

I started playing the House of the Rising Sun. It was my favorite song to play, and I knew it by heart. I had even begun to write a kind of remix for it.

But it was funnier to listen to Bella. She kept mumbling about how when she played it, it sounded like a dead cat. I nearly messed up a few times.

She applauded when I was done.

"Thank you, thank you very much." I drawled, and she laughed.

Maybe guitar lessons weren't so bad after all.

Okay, this is only the part that we all read last chapter, but who cares! It's up, and I'm going to the beach, whoo! Anyway, I would really like to get over sixty reviews (I currently only have like 42), which I know is possible, since I've got so many people on story-alert. But whatever. Reviews are like cupcakes – you can never get enough of them!