Hola amigos! (In case you've been deprived and don't know any simple Spanish that means: hello friends)

First of all, I'm really sorry that I didn't update yesterday. I took my 4 year old cousin to the zoo and I got back home pretty late so I tried to write this by yesterday night, but I fell asleep =} Anyways, here is chapter four and I hope that it goes slow enough and makes it worth the wait.

Oh and btw:

Edward, Bella and Alice are all freshmen in college; Jasper, Emmett and Rosalie are sophomores. Edward and Alice are fraternal twins and Emmett is their brother. Jasper and Rosalie are also fraternal twins and Bella is an only child (just to clear things up).

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Previously-

I grabbed a couple of my favorite movies and walked quickly down the long, white hall and turned the corner. Rosalie was in room 239, I had never actually been there before, we usually hung out in my dorm, but I followed the numbers on the doors counting up to 239. After room 238 I rounded another corner and saw Edward standing there with his hands in his pockets, talking to someone outside of the room.

Chapter 4- SOMETHING FISHY

It's really funny how you can think you've figured someone out completely: how you think that you can really know something or someone in just a short time and that there isn't anything new to figure out or any other special thing to be known about them. It's also funny how just when we think we know that person the best, they end up surprising us and showing us that it's never as easy as we think to truly know someone, to know them more then we know ourselves; because, really, no one in the world is capable of knowing exactly how we react and how we express ourselves. That is something that only we, ourselves, can decide when we make our own decisions in life; planned or even those spur-of-the-moment decisions that help us to choose which flavor of ice cream we want the first time that we try it or the decisions we make when we are picking a lucky lottery ticket, hoping to turn a simple $50 ticket into millions. These are the kinds of decisions that keep our lives spontaneous, un-scientific, and immeasurable. These are the kinds of things that make up our very soul and character and make us who we are.

I pondered over these thoughts while scrolling through the endless music selections on the sleek, black iPod nano that I held gently and carefully in my clumsy hands. From heavy rock, to soft, classical music, this iPod probably had every song ever recorded in history, at least all of the good ones. I looked up at Edward and saw him smirking at my awed expression

"I told you I wasn't kidding when I said that I loved music," He grinned his breathtaking crooked smile.

"Yeah," I exhaled loudly, not noticing that I had been holding my breath the entire time that my eyes had been glued to the tiny screen, scanning over his vast music collection.

Alice, Emmett and Rosalie were in the corner of Rose's dorm, involved in a heated discussion over which movie genre was to be watched tonight. Jasper sat near by, but far enough away that he didn't get pulled into their arguments, laughing good-naturedly at all of them and their stubbornness, and intervening when things started to get out of hand, which he had an uncanny ability for.

Edward and I were wrapped up in our own little world: discussing music and its history, while voicing our opinions of every song or artist that we felt strongly about.

"Well, are you going to choose one?" He said, shoving one end of an earpiece into his ear and handing the other side to me.

"I would, but . . . they're just all so good, I can't decide," I argued, not yet having scrolled through half of his songs on his iPod.

"Just pick one Bella." I tried, but the close proximity between him and I was becoming more and more of a distraction. I chewed on my bottom lip for another few seconds before picking a song that I was pretty sure I had never heard before. A beautiful melody played through the earpiece and I was surprised at how skillfully the intricate notes flowed together in harmony. By the startled look on Edward's face, he obviously hadn't expected me to pick this song either. I wondered why I had never heard this song before. It was obviously very good; any music-deprived idiot could see that this was no work of a mere amateur. I had always been a fan of classical music ever since my mother, Renee, would play it in the house ever since I was a little girl, but how had I never heard such a beautiful melody before?

"Edward . . . did you write this?" My eyes were wide in admiration and wonder and even though it was probably a stupid accusation, I couldn't help but wonder if he was the one behind this beautiful masterpiece. Although, I shouldn't be too surprised, I mean, he was good at pretty much everything, why not playing the piano?

His eyes didn't meet mine as he tried to hide the tinge of pink that tinted his pale cheeks. Did I just make the Edward Cullen blush? Cue the swoon.

"Umm . . . yeah. I wrote that for someone really special to me," He finally looked up at me with a small, sheepish smile that had replaced his former confident one.

"Who did you write it for?" Curiosity was dripping from my every word.

"My mother, Esme. She is one of the most loving and caring people that I have ever encountered. In fact, she's the one who signed me up for my first lessons when I was three years old. I wrote this for her a few years ago in high school.

"Wow – it's amazing!" I chanced another look at his blazing hazel-green eyes and found myself, once again, lost in their depths.

"Thanks, I – "

"Yes! Take that Emmett, that'll teach you to never mess with Alice Cullen!" Argh! Of course she chooses now to interrupt our discussion. I was just starting to uncover the mystery that was Edward Cullen and Alice had to be so kind as to end my most interesting discovery yet (sarcasm heavily used).

"Haha, dude! How did she beat you?" Edward had obviously forgotten about whatever it was that he was going to say to me. Even though it probably wasn't anything too important like confessing his undying love for me (yeah, right!), I was still a little disappointed that there would always be those secret parts of his life that I would know nothing about, no matter how dramatic that sounds.

"Rock-paper-scissors" Emmett mumbled quietly. Edward just rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"You would think that after 18 years of living with her, you would have finally realized how stupid it is to bet against Alice, much less challenge her to a simple game of rock-paper-scissors." Edward smirked at Emmett's pouting face.

"See Emmett, this is exactly why I like mature men, like my Jasper," Alice teased while giving him a peck on the cheek. Alice and Jasper were never as public about their relationship as Emmett and Rosalie were, but their sweet and loving actions toward each other, not matter how small, made me see how perfect they were together, like two halves of a whole. Jasper had his arms around Alice's tiny shoulders, laughing quietly at Emmett.

"Yeah, well, at least I'm not whipped like Jasper is," Emmett retorted, shifting his glare over to a smiling Jasper.

"And I'd rather be whipped than a wimp," He said back to Emmett, still trying to hold back laughter.

"Come on Emmy, let's just watch Alice's movie," Rose suggested to a still-pouting Emmett.

"So what did you choose Alice?" I asked, hoping it wasn't anything too scary or somehow fashion-related.

"Oh, just my all-time favorite,"

"The Notebook" Edward, Jasper and Emmett all groaned in union.

"What? I love that movie, it's a classic, plus it's so romantic and actors are amazing!" I looked back and forth between the three guys that looked like they would rather bang their heads against a wall.

"It was great the first couple of times," Edward explained to me "but after the first fifty, you start wanting to pull your hair out."

"Whatever guys, I won against Emmett so we're watching my movie! Besides, don't act like you guys don't like it, I've seen all three of you get teary-eyed watching this video," And with that Alice quickly and forcefully shoved the movie into the ancient-looking VCR and curled up in Jasper's lap after turning off the lights.

"Well, well, who would have thought that Edward Cullen actually gets emotional during romance movies?" I whispered to him.

"Just because I liked it, doesn't mean that I get emotional,"

"Ok, whatever you say," I smirked at him

"You're never going to let this go, are you?"

"Not a chance in the world,"

He rolled his eyes at me and turned back to the movie. About halfway through it, I felt tears stinging the back of my eyes. My emotional side was kicking in and I felt tears trying to force their way out of my eyes.

"Now who is getting emotional Miss Swan?" Edward whispered to me. I sniffed and quickly whipped away a few tears that I hadn't noticed escape.

"No one is." I said stubbornly, trying to keep my voice sounding as normal as possible. He rolled his eyes again.

"Ok, whatever you say," He said, mocking my earlier words and smirking before focusing his attention back to the movie.

A few minutes later, I found it more and more difficult to control the sniffs and tears escaping from me. This time Edward looked over at me with a worried expression and put an arm around my shoulders before pulling me into him. He stroked my arm and whispered "It's ok, Bella," repeatedly to me and, surprisingly, I felt much calmer and safer with him comforting me like that. I smiled a little and couldn't ignore how good it felt to be in his warm embrace, not to mention the fact that he smelt so good: better than any cologne I had ever smelt in my life.

Just then, his cell phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out and glanced at the caller id, giving me an apologetic expression.

"Sorry Bella, I have to take this, I'll be right back,"

"Yeah, sure, no problem," He silently walked over to the other side of the dorm and carried out his conversation in hushed tones. I couldn't pay attention to the movie anymore, so I looked at Edward as he talked on his phone. His back was turned to me, but I noticed him glance anxiously around the room every once in a while as if he was worried of someone hearing his conversation: as if he was afraid of someone else knowing who he was talking to or what he was talking about. He finally hung-up and walked back over to me. To my enjoyment, and surprise, he took me in his arms again.

"Who were you talking to?" He had acted a little odd while he was on the phone, but that could also just be my imagination and the fact that it was 11:30 and I had just spent the entire day at the mall.

"Uh, nobody . . . just forget it" Yep, that was weird, but I didn't push him any farther. He didn't seem in the mood to talk about it, which just made him even more of a mystery to me than he was before.

After the movie was over, Alice slipped in another movie since none of us were in the mood to get up and go back to our dorms. This time it was a less emotional movie, The Devil Wears Prada, so I found my mind wandering all over the place, but whatever direction it went off on, it always found its way back to Edward. I was still thinking about the person Edward was talking to outside Rose's dorm. He had that same behavior like when he was on his cell phone a little while ago: slightly tensed, perhaps a bit cryptic, and extremely secretive. I didn't even know if that person was a girl or a guy. It looked like they had blonde hair, or maybe it was a light brown, either way he seemed different around them, like he was a whole other person.

As hard as I tried, I found myself slowly succumbing to unconsciousness as my eyes fluttered closed, still in Edward's arms. That night I dreamed of a beautiful green-eyed Adonis. He always seemed to disappear as soon as I tried to reach out and touch his perfect face and then appear a hundred yards farther away from me: always out of reach like a perfectly crafted illusion meant to lure me away from everything else. Every time I thought that I could touch him, like I could make him stay, he would just disappear, leaving me alone, but only more determined to find him.

So that's chapter 4: like it? Hate it? REVIEW!!!

I know you all thought that Edward wrote that song for Bella, but he only met her a week ago and besides, it's not like he has a piano in his dorm or anything (although that would be cool).

I tried to show you the sort of beginning of their relationship and kind of the mystery behind Edward that Bella is trying to figure out.

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