Edward's POV:
Once we got home, I went to my bedroom and decided to do my homework before Bella came. My room was simple. I had a king-sized bed, with a black and silver bedspread. My plasma screen TV was across from the bed. In the corner of my room, was my Yamaha keyboard. On the opposite side was my huge shelf of music, with a music system located next to it. My black dresser was next to my bed, with my ipod docking system on top of it.
I finished my homework within an hour and went downstairs to see what everyone else was up to. Jasper and Rosalie stayed over our house, like they do everyday. Emmett was sitting on the couch and playing a video game. Rosalie was situated on his lap, reading some fashion magazine. Jasper was sitting on the opposite side of the couch with Alice's feet plopped in his lap. Esme was in the kitchen, probably making dinner and listening to Jazz music like she does everyday around this time.
I sat down on the floor and leaned against the couch, deciding to play video games with Emmett to pass the time. We continued like that until we heard the doorbell ring. Alice squealed and ran to the door, revealing a comfortable-looking Bella. She was dressed in tight sweatpants, which showed off her leg muscle. Her white v-neck graphic shirt had the words, "Live Life in the Fast Lane," across the front, surrounded in different-colored splatter paint. She wore her hair down in waves which ended at her waist, and flowed beautifully every time she moved her head.
Alice ushered her inside, while chatting with her. Esme poked her head out the kitchen to see who arrived, and when she saw Bella, she smiled. "Oh Alice, is this the friend who is coming over today?" She asked.
"Yes mom, this is Bella!" She introduced. Even though Alice was adopted, she's been with us so long that she's comfortable enough to call Esme her mother.
"Well it's nice meeting you, Bella. Dinner's in a couple of hours if you'd like to stay." Esme said, while giving her a soft hug.
"I'd love to, Mrs. Cullen." Bella said politely.
Esme frowned, "Please call me Esme, dear. Alice give her a tour of the house, so she'll feel more welcomed," she smiled once more at Bella, and returned to the kitchen.
"Hello, Bella." I said, nervously. I usually didn't get nervous for anyone, but with Bella it was different. Especially after the little stunt that she pulled today at lunch.
She turned towards me and smiled. "Hey Edward! I wanted to apologize for what I did at lunch today. You looked uncomfortable, but I was only kidding. So, are we OK?" She asked, while pulling at the ends of her hair.
I gave her a crooked smile and said, "No harm, no foul. Plus, I kind of liked it. I was just... surprised is all." To be honest, I wouldn't mind if she did it again.
Emmett went up behind her and surprised her with a massive hug. Bella was startled and accidentally elbowed him in the stomach. Emmett doubled over in pain. Who knew someone so small could do so much damage?
She gasped. "Emmett! What is wrong with you? You scared the hell out of me!" she said, putting a hand over her heart.
Emmett carefully stood up, and looked a little flustered. Jasper was on the floor, laughing at the entire situation. "That was hilarious! Who knew someone so small could do so much damage!" He voiced my thoughts.
"Sorry, Bella." Emmett choked out. He pulled her into a soft hug this time.
"Much better!" Bella complimented and returned the hug.
Rosalie walked over and ran her hand up and down Emmett's back, while trying to control her laughter. "Hello, Bella. You're going to have to show me that one day, just in case I need to keep him in line." She playfully glared at Emmett, and walked away.
"Rosie! Only in the bedroom!" He yelled and slapped her butt.
She yelped in surprise and glared at him again, only this time, she was serious.
"Hey Ed, could you give Bella a tour of the house?" Alice said, with a mischievous smile. Then went to go sit with Jasper on the couch, talking quietly with him. She knew I'd happily agree.
Thank you, Alice! "Gladly," I complied.
Bella smiled at me and I put my hand on the small of her back. I showed her around the main floor, which consisted of the living room, kitchen, dining room, and Carlisle's study. She looked around curiously at the artwork in Carlisle's study. I told her they were passed down from Carlisle's ancestors and she seemed genuinely interested, whereas, other people probably would have dozed off from the story.
"There's many stories behind each artwork, but I don't know them too well, and I'd probably tell them wrong. Carlisle could tell you one day, if you want." I said, and she smiled.
"Of course! They sound truly interesting. Genealogy has always intrigued me. To know past family members, and relatives in the present are not that different. They sometimes hold the same interests, which the passing of the artworks symbolize." She mused.
"Hmm I never thought about it like that. I just thought Carlisle kept them because it was tradition. You keep them because you have to, or else you'll break tradition and become the outcast of the family." I said, thoughtfully.
"Could be...only Carlisle will know." We walked out and I silently closed the door behind me. I led Bella upstairs. First, I showed her Alice's bedroom.
She laughed out loud and looked around. "This room is so Alice." I nodded my head in agreement.
Her room's color theme, was pink, black, and white. Her queen-sized canopy bed was dark pink, with black railings. The bed's curtains were soft white, which made them fairly see-through. Her walls were painted light pink with black spirals randomly appearing on it. She had a plasma TV on the opposite side of her bed. Her white desk was completely covered in fashion magazines and drawings of different outfits. On her bedside table, was a picture of her and Jasper making goofy faces in the camera, and a black and silver lamp.
We shared one last laugh, and walked out. While we were walking, we decided to play twenty questions to pass the time.
"Um... what's your middle name?" I asked, randomly.
"Marie. I'm not too fond of it, but my mom loves that name. Plus, it's not like I could have talked her out of it when she gave it to me." She laughed. "What's one of your favorite hobbies?"
"Easy. Playing the piano." I replied quickly.
She looked at me for a moment. "You play the piano? Are you any good?"
"I've been playing ever since I was ten years old, so I would say I was pretty good. I even talked my parents into buying one for me when I turned fifteen, two years ago." I gave her a crooked smile. I wasn't normally a cocky person, but when it came to my piano abilities, I was.
"What's one thing that scares you?" I really wanted to know. She seemed to have no weakness. She was strong, physically and emotionally. But everyone has some sort of Kryptonite, right?
She looked away. "I'm not afraid of anything." She said, still not looking at me in the eyes.
We came to Emmett's room, but I told her she's better off not going in there. "It can be a bit... messy." I lied. It was fairly clean, but there were magazines and posters of half naked females everywhere, and I didn't want to make her uncomfortable. Rose is trying to get him to get rid of them.
I brought the subject back to what we were talking about, "Come on, everyone has some type of weakness. Look at me, ever since I was younger, I've been deadly afraid of werewolves. I know they're not real, but still... they're creepy." I answered truthfully.
She laughed, "Werewolves, huh? How can you be afraid of something when you know its not real?" Her voice shocked me a bit, it was strangely vacant.
"I honestly don't know. Not everything has an answer. Somethings were just meant to be a mystery..." Something flashed in her eyes, and she seemed to come back to reality.
She shook her head, as if to clear it and said, "Agreed."
We came to a stop in front of my room. I opened the door and showed her inside. She looked around and seemed to be in awe of everything. "It's so open..." she observed, referring to the rather large window, without a curtain. Esme always tried to convince me to get a curtain for it, but I always politely declined. The window allowed the daylight to shine through, and I loved it. So why would I cover it up?
"Yes, it is. It's better that way." I agreed.
"Wow, you have so much music..." Her eyes scanned the rows of different types of music. "Why?" she asked, suddenly. She turned to look at me and quirked an eyebrow.
"What do you mean?" I leaned against my bed frame and stared at her.
"Why do you have so much music? What makes you so interested in it?" She walked over and sat on my bed, waiting.
I turned around and looked at her. "I like music." I said plainly, and continued, "Everyone has something they just love doing. When I'm playing my piano or keyboard, it's like I'm in another world. Nothing bad ever exists in this world. When your in the midst of writing a new song, and you find that right note that just completes the piece. You're in total awe, and you want to do it again."
She nodded her head as if she expected as much. "My thing is drawing. I feel the exact same way when I draw or sketch something. When you find the perfect scenery, and you start creating. The feeling of your hands moving in perfect sync, creating the right shading and depth, is out of this world. And you just have to do it again." She said, ever so softly.
Suddenly, she jumped off my bed and started walking to the door. Once she reached the door, she turned around and said, "I'd like to hear you play some day." She smiled, and walked out, shutting the door quietly behind her.
I stood there for a few minutes just thinking about her. Then, I realized how stupid I must look and went downstairs.