AN: I've finally discovered what Bella and Edward will do for the rest of the week! Then I can get start posting another story I'm working on. (Which actually has a plotline, rather then just fluff!)

Disclaimer:

Ballet Obsessed: Edward! Look what I have!

Edward: Yes, I know that's the paper with casting results from Sleeping Beauty.

Ballet Obsessed: Just read it!

Edward: "Princess Aurora, who gets to own Twilight."

Ballet Obsessed: VICTORY!

Edward: You wrote this in pencil…

Summary: Edward's too smart for his own good. And Ballet Obsessed doesn't own Twilight.

Listening

BPOV

It seemed that Edward was actually going to let me have a lazy day this summer. There had been no horrendous outfit for Alice to force upon me (I was taking advantage of only having to wear shorts and a t-shirt!), and so far we had just sat in Edward's room, cuddling and listening to music.

CD after CD was placed into his stereo, and we would just sit and listen to the songs. Sometimes Edward would hum along to the tune, sometimes he would tell me stories about the first time he heard the song, and sometimes we'd just laugh.

I listened with rapture to Edward's stories about a different time, a different world from my own. How the transition from records to CDs had been one of the strangest things to him, which is why he still couldn't get himself to put all his music on an iPod. About which songs could transport him to another world, making him forget the endless life he had been living alone. Those songs that he had bought simply because they were in at the time, no matter how much he loathed them.

"Then why did you buy them?" I used my voice for the first time in a while, curious now.

Edward smiled down at me and hugged me closer to him.

"I'm not entirely sure myself. Maybe it's my way to hold a piece of each time period that seems to be flying by. My life may be eternal, but there are times where I wish time would stop and I could just live there forever."

"Like now." I whispered. He didn't respond, burying his face in my hair as an agreement.

We had sat there for only a little when a new, upbeat song blasted out of the speakers. Edward's head whipped up, then he grinned at me. I gulped; knowing that mischievous glint in his eye could bring no good.

"Bella," he breathed. "Will you please dance with me?"

I hesitated. He knew how I felt about dancing, and I was even less comfortable dancing to something upbeat and crazy. Yet there was something in Edward's eyes that compelled me to try this.

I nodded, quickly before I could change my mind again.

The grin that encompassed his face was so glorious that it took my breath away. He leaned in for a kiss that was full of his exuberant joy, and pulled me to my feet.

I tried to block out my nervousness by focusing on the silky sound of Edward's voice; teaching me old-fashioned dance moves and helping me glide across the floor with him. My ears were caressed by his musical voice, ranging from soft whispers to loud and boisterous laughter. I found that my own voice was kept quiet by my ears, desperate to not miss a syllable uttered from his lips.

Out of breath, I collapsed back on the bed, his laughter contagious and thrilling. He collapsed next to me, propped up on one elbow so that he could see me better.

"Thank you." He suddenly whispered when I had caught my breath. He hand gently brushed through my hair, and I closed my eyes in contentment.

"For what?"

"Well…" he hesitated, making me open my eyes and watch his face curiously. His face echoed what his voice held, an almost nervous feeling.

"I've never told anyone all those stories about my music. Sure, my family knows a few of them. But, there are most that not even Carlisle knows about. I've been holding them inside for so long now, it's nice to be able to share them with someone. And to know that you're actually listening, actually curious about what I have to say, makes me feel loved."

My heart thudded at his words, and I smiled up at him.

"Silly vampire," I kissed him softly. "Of course I love you."

"And I love you." He kissed me back, allowing it to slowly escalade into one that held passion and love that was undeniable between us. "But still, thank you for listening."

AN: I know that was a really short one, but its short and sweet! ;D Two more chapters, I'm REALLY excited for the last day of their romantic week!

*~* Ballet Obsessed *~*