Edward POV (Platt)

One thousand, two thousand, three thousand, four thousand, five thousand six thousand. I'm bored. I ended up getting suspended for a month, and Tom ended up getting expelled. Ha! Take that you little bitch. I told you no one likes you.

"Edward do something productive with your day please" Carlisle smiled as he walked past my room. I mimicked him in my high pitched tone. I sat up and went to our music room. It was awesome! It had black walls with some wood on the bottom half and posters, and replicas of Elvis' outfits and other famous singers. We had posters and other random shit on the walls. It was amazing. There were Emmett's bongos, my brothers and mine amps, Sean's drums, Trevor's bass guitar, Justin and Ryan's microphones and their stands, the girls' guitars…and my piano.

I stood there in the doorway staring at it. I haven't touched that thing since I was 10 years old. The last time I played was the day David the Dumbass left us. I don't know I just quit but I did. I am el stupido. I usually looked at Mozart-the name of my piano- but passed by it going on with my day. But I got the sudden urge to go over to it; not to sound like a sissy.

I slowly walked over and sat down. Whoa. It felt so weird, to sit on my old black bench. I touched the sides of the bench and felt the white crayon marks. I laughed to myself. I was such a dumbass when I was a kid. My finger touched the ivory-yes ivory, not white-keys and I jumped back and held my hand to my chest and made a face at the piano.

"It's not a snake Edward, it's a piano" Carlisle said in a bored tone and walked passed the door way. I looked at the situation I was in and went back to myself; which wasn't hard. I have the rep to you know, overreact. It's just a second nature to me. I think I used that meaning right. I grinned proud of myself.

I forgot how much I loved my piano. I named it Mozart, and called myself Beethoven ever since I was about 5. Ha! That's a joke. I just now remembered that my bench was also a place to hold my all my music shit. It was like a cupboard. It came that way; I specifically asked for it. I remember. I lifted the top and found all my crap. Taking out the small song I wrote for my mom on the day she got back. I never got a chance to show it to her. That made me sad. Very sad.

I tried to read my music, still a little rusty but got every key right. I smiled when I realized why I fell in love with my piano. Ooh! I used a metaphor! Yes, I am ahmazing!

I played my mother's song when I heard clapping. I looked up and saw Carlisle smiling at me. I frowned. Goober. He raised a brow. Oh two can play at this game. I raised one of my ginger colored eye brows.

"That was excellent, Edward. Where did you learn to play like that?" He asked amazed. Take a picture, it lasts longer.

"Thanks Carly, it's just something I made for mom when I was younger. I decided to try it out again. It gets pretty boring around you know" I informed him. He wouldn't know. He was always at…work.

"It's great. I'm sure she'll love it" He smiled and walked off. I looked through out my folder and saw my old music. I read it and played and I was such an amateur!

"Thanks" I said and went back. I just played around until Bella's face popped into my mind. I put a few chords together and thought of the perfect mix that described my perfect girlfriend. I wanted to show her much she really meant to me. I'm being serious as a fat kid is about cake. It would fit her personality perfectly. I loved her. Holy shit I loved her.

I thought of how she was doing at school and how the peeps were treating her. They better not be giving her shit! Plus she seems happier now that she's with moi and back in cheer too. Mostly because she's with me though. I think. The point is that I loved her.

"Wow" I muttered to myself after I found my secret. Well, it was my time to come out of the closet with that. I wanted to dedicate something to her. Something she'll never forget. I grinned as I started finding the right chords and wrote them down on a piece of music sheet paper. Damn I was fly!

I fixed it up with my pencil and started editing, re-writing, and just making it new. I was in my happy place. I didn't even know there was such a place until I found my baby. Her name is Mozart; she was a showgirl, with white marks on her bench, and her legs like a chair.

Carlisle POV (Cullen)

When you're at home on your day off with a 16 year old bored young man, things can get pretty amusing.

"Her name was Mozart" Edward sang and kicked the metal chair down for effect. I snorted and watched him. He was a creative and bright young man. He just used the wrong judgment

"She was a showgirl. With white marks on her bench, and her legs long on the chair." He sang. I was impressed. He just made this up on the spot. Very creative. Much like his mother. I smiled. He was a very good singer also. I hoped to hear more.

"And while Edward sang this song, Lola gathered dust like a log" He said and I burst out laughing. He looked to me and frowned and muttered, "Goober"

"Very creative Edward. I like it. You got talent" I told him truthfully. He beamed. I know he was used to praise, but hey, the more the merrier I guess.

"Thanks Carly" He grinned and went back to his grand piano. Carly? All the kids had gotten around to call me that. Well, my step-children. Edward played more notes on old, banged up, grand piano. It still had that brand new sound. It had white crayon marks on it and looked pretty used up. It was dear to Edward though. At least he had a hobby. Esme told me that was the only thing that kept him going insane as a boy. When my children and I came to Esme's previous home I never heard any music. Now that we're living together, I haven't heard one key being played. I pondered the thought.

"Edward, I'll be in my office if you need me" I told him. He nodded ignoring me as he erased on his piano sheet music and wrote more notes and smiled. He was a talented young man. I started going over my interns assignments, and I heard the door slam open and the house went from quiet to chaos. I heard the chaos stop all of a sudden and all was left was Edward's music. Then there were stomping on the stairs and yelling. Esme appeared in my door wide eyed. I got up quickly in thought that something might've happened but she didn't say anything.

"My love, what's wrong?" I asked her frantically. She just looked up tears glistening in her eyes.

"Edward" She whispered. We quickly went to the music room where the girls were surrounded by the closed door and the guys leaning in to listen closely.

"He's playing" Alice whispered. My children were in confusion as they stared at the Platt children.

The notes were flowing together perfectly in melodious harmony and then the song came to an end.

"I've never heard that one" Esme whispered in her daze. What was going on here?

"Esme, what's happening?" I asked her. She just looked up to me slowly and smiled softly.

"Edward hasn't the piano since he was 10 years old. I'm so happy for him" She told me and wrapped her form around mine. I heard a bang and then a cluttered sound and the door opened. Edward furrowed his brows and stared at his siblings.

"Um, what the hell are you guys doing?" He asked. I hated it when they cursed. It upset me greatly. I don't see why Esme has no problems with it.

"Edward, you were playing the piano" Ryan told him. Edward made a face.

"And that's weird because…?" He asked and trailed off. Oh, I see where they're getting at now.

"You haven't played in 6 almost 7 years" Alice told him quietly. Edward just stared at her then looked to my children.

"It gets pretty lonely here sometimes; what the fuck else was I supposed to do? Sit on my ass all day long?" He asked. They all gave him a look. They had a point.

"You already do that." Emmett pointed out.

"Edward, the point is you played. What made you play after all these years?" Alice asked him trying to get serious. It seemed almost impossible with the Platt children.

"I don't know. It was singing to me like 'Her name was Mozart. She was a showgirl. With white crayon marks on her bench, and her legs like a chair." He sang to them.

"No!" They all chorused. Esme chuckled.

"Did you seriously just sing that Lola Showgirl shit?" James asked. I was appalled Esme let her 13 year old curse like no tomorrow.

"Yes! Now if you'll excuse me, there's a composition I need to finish" He grinned, walked to his room and slammed the door.

Bella POV (Cullen-Swan)

We were laying on Edward's bed watching that stupid movie Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back. It was funny when Edward would rap along with Jay and Bob in the beginning. I had my head on Edward's chest and we were tangled up in each other in out mini bliss.

"So what was the real reason you played today?" I asked him. He looked down at me and his long nimble fingers stroked my back.

"You. And my mom. It just called to me on my boring un-fun filled day. I started fixing up my mom's lullaby I wrote. Then you popped into my brain like a pop tart. A delicious blueberry pop tart" He grinned and hitched my leg onto him. I blushed and ducked my head down. The things this boy could to do me.

"You were my inspiration" He shrugged. Aw! That is the sweetest thing a boy has ever said to me. It brought tears to me eyes and I snuggled closer to him.

"That's sweet" I murmured. He chuckled and played that blasted movie.

"But if you make me watch this one more time I might that take back" I told him quietly. He just left it on knowing I was bluffing.

"Was I really your inspiration?" I asked him. He nodded.

"Of course! Why wouldn't you?" He asked confused. I shrugged.

"Did you do that with Tanya?" I asked him. He just stared.

"Bella I haven't played since I was 10. If Tanya was my inspiration I would be playing nowadays. She's shit and doesn't deserve a dedication. You do. Bella" He said and took a deep breath. Oh no.

"What?" I said my voice hoarse. What was he trying to tell me?

"Time to come out of the closet" He muttered. What? I sat up my eyes wide as I stared at him.

"You don't know if you like females" I whispered. He stared then busted out laughing. What?

"I'm serious!" I hissed. His laughs calmed down to chuckles as he took my waist again.

"My silly little Bella Boo" He overly cooed and pinched my cheeks. Ow. I swatted his hand away.

"I meant about a different thing. I'm one-hundred percent straight. I think I would know" He said. I just stared. He was getting no where.

"Edward just tell me" I told him getting impatient. He's leaving me hanging.

"Bella, I love you"

Awh! I just had to put that! I thought it tied to so well!

XOXO, Lizzy