Chapter 3

Bella's pov

"What?" I asked looking over at Edward, who was equally confused as me.

Mrs. Carlson rolled her eyes she pulled a recorder and tossed it on her desk, "Press play, Miss Swan." She ordered pointing to the black device.

I quirked an eyebrow then shrugged "Ok," I pressed the red play button and my voice played throughout the speakers.

Playground

School bell

Rings again.

Rain clouds

Come to play

Again…

"What about it?" I asked confused at what this was about I'm sure Edward was too.

She smiled "Do you not hear your voice, Bella?" she asked her hand gesturing to the recorder. I nodded still confused at her intentions, "Bella…where do you see yourself going to college?"

My eyes bulged at the question "What…what do you mean? I mean …I wasn't really planning on going to college, Mrs. Carlson."

Edward was shocked this time, "And why not, Bella? Sure you have some place in mind."

I shook my head sadly "One I can't afford college. Do you see what I drive to school everyday?" I laughed without humor, "Second, I don't even know what I want to be. I mean, I love making music and lyrics. I love writing poems, short stories, and other things, but those are all hobbies. None of them am I actually great at."

Edward and Mrs. Carlson looked dumbfounded "You have got to be kidding, Bella." Edward hissed grabbing my arm slightly turning me to face him, "Did you or did you not hear the class after every single one of your songs? I could barely hear myself think how amazing your voice is, and that's in my head."

I giggled lightly "Edward, you are so crazy."

Mrs. Carlson smiled and pointed to both of us "And that is why I want you and Mr. Cullen, to join the Christmas Vacation Talent Tour …" she announced watching our faces for our reactions.

"Say what now?" Edward said after thirty seconds of silence. "When did I come in to the picture?" he asked releasing my arm from his warm grasp and turning to the woman before us.

"Edward," she sighed picking up the recorder once more and pressing rewind then play. "Do you or do you not hear you amazing voice coming though those speakers?"

I had to hand it to Mrs. Carlson; she knew what she was talking about when it came to Edwards singing. He could sing to a deaf person and they'd think he was the most amazing singer in the world; a true singer sings with their hearts and projects the story of the song through their eyes. "Yes, I hear it," he sighed in defeat.

"What is the Christmas Vacation Talent Tour?" I asked not really ever hearing about it.

"It's a tour for high school students only," she explained taking a seat in her chair as Edward and I sat in near by desks. "Every high school in the USA selects two of their best singers and they go to each major college that implies musical or dance talent. It starts the beginning of Christmas break and ends on January 30th, the next year." She paused handing us some pamphlets, "The two students will travel with the nearest high school to theirs; yours would be La Push High School. They will drive from each place to the next in a school donated van, big enough for five people, and to hold a month and a half worth of clothes for four people." She paused for a moment, "Bella, Edward, our school hasn't participated in this program in over a decade. Yes, I said a decade, as in ten years. I haven't seen two singers like you two in years; I believe you guys actually have a shot at getting a really good and affordable scholarship."

I took a deep breath and looked at Edward, to find him looking right back. "Could we have a couple days to think about this?" I asked looking back at Mrs. Carlson.

She smiled nodding "You have until next Friday to sign the pamphlets and turn them into me. Here are you slips to you next class, have a good day."

With that we left the class and started walking towards our next class. A scholarship with music? I thought as we turned the corner, two classrooms from our next one. I looked up at Edward to see him looking down at me. "What?" I asked blushing slightly. What does he think about this whole thing?

"What do you think?" he asked leaning against some near by lockers. I raised the pass waving it around in circles. "We have ten minutes left of class, Bella. It'd be pointless to go in now." I nodded while continuing to think. "What are you thinking about?" he asked a few moments later.

"That tour…" I mused pulling the pamphlet out of my pocket and stared at the small booklet. "What do you think about going?" I asked looking back up at him smiling slightly at the thought of hanging out with him for a whole month and a half.

He shrugged "I don't know…I'd like going, but that doesn't mean I want to go and that you should feel obligated to do it just because I want to go." He rushed the last part out pretty quickly.

I smiled sneakily "So you do want to go on this talent tour thing?" he nodded slowly before silently asking if I wanted to also. "um…I'm not sure what Renee would say about me leaving for six weeks, with a boy to make matters worse." I mused running a hand though my hair. "She would be really pissed that I wouldn't be there to clean and cook for her also…" I thought aloud a big smile stretched across my face at the thought of me disobeying Renee. "I'm in…I am so in its not even funny any more."

Edward laughed "So you'd be ok with sharing a room with me? Plus hanging around me for six weeks? Then having to sing with me all the time?" He asked taking my hand and pulling me forward, I was nearly a foot away when he stopped but didn't release my hand…not that I didn't mind. Edward was an ok guy and I sorta liked him a little more than I did once I met him in first period. Dude that sounded weird and skanky-ish! I thought to myself as he smiled and I returned it. He's met Mallory and Stanley already and I don't want to come off as them. I mentally rolled my eyes at the thought, yea right! "Well…" I said pretending to think about my answer. I stepped forward a bit and leaned forward. Right on time the bell rang, I smiled an grazed my lips against his cheek an whispered "I guess I could deal…but if it got to be too much I'd whip you into shape." I could feel his skin on my lips as I spoke and moved back.

"We…we b-better get to l-lunch," he sputtered and stumble, with me by his side, towards the lunch room.

I smile evilly, I could really get use to this, I thought pushing the doors open and pulling him to the line for lunch.

 Ok…that was hard! *runs hand through hair* Chapter 4 will be up in a couple days at the most. If you have any ideas…hit the slightly large box below and let them out!