A/N: Hi there lovelies! :) Hope you're still with me and I hope you're liking the story so far. Before I start I want to tell you a little story about one of the most amazing people I know. My friend Emma received news yesterday that she had cancer. At this point we do not know how serious it is, but of course we are gutted about it. However, it was her reaction that made me proud to be called her friend, this morning she went to the hairdressers and had all her hair cut off. She then donated it to a charity that makes wigs for chemo patients because in her own words "I can pull off the bald look, six year olds can't". Her bravery and courage astounds me. I love you Emma baby! :)

Sorry for the super long author's note, I felt that her courage had to be shared. The song in this chapter is Our Lady of Sorrows by My Chemical Romance.

I do not own Twilight, but I do own one of the worlds most amazing friends.

Happy Reading and I love you all

Frenchy_x

Chapter Six: EPOV

We could be perfect one last night.

And die like star crossed lovers when we fight.

And we can settle this affair

If you would shed your yellow

Take my hand and then

We'll solve the mystery of laceration gravity

This riddle of revenge

Please understand it has to be this way

And. Stand. Up

Fucking Tall

Don't let them see your back and

Take my fucking hand

And never be afraid again

We've only got one chance to put things at an end

And cross the patron saint of switchblade fights

You said

We're not celebrities

We spark and fade

They die by threes

I'll make you understand

And you can trade me for an apparition

Stand. Up Fucking tall

Don't let them see your back

And. Take. My Fucking. Hand. And. Never. Trust.

You said who put the words your head

Oh how wrong we were to think

That immortality meant never dying.

Gerard Way's voice echoed around my bedroom at far too loud a volume. I knew I would be pissing off the rest of the house but I couldn't bring myself to care. His voice held so much pain and the lyrics were so raw that I couldn't help but be caught up in it.

My Chemical Romance used to be truly talented. Until The Black Parade bullshit of course. Smiling slightly at myself I sat up and picked up my guitar from the side of my bed and starting to play along with the CD.

I instantly felt better. Playing my guitar, or piano, always soothed me and usually cleared all the bullshit out of my head. And tonight that bullshit was Bella fucking Swan.

I never fell for girls.

Fucking never.

They fell for me, they'd do allsorts to get my attention then I'd take them back to the Volvo for a quickie and that was it done. It's not that I didn't want to fall in love and all that bullshit, but I just never felt anything for any of the girls I met at my old school. And being a 17 year old boy I'm hardly going to turn down pussy if it's staring me in the face.

Then along came Bella fucking Swan.

I groaned and threw my guitar down on the floor. Immediately feeling guilty I picked her up and put her back on the stand.

Yes I just called my guitar a "her", name one fucking guy who doesn't?

Groaning I flopped back onto my bed, I couldn't get close to Bella. I didn't know fucking how to.

A loud knock at my door interrupted my inner melancholy, picking up the remote from my bedside table I paused the CD.

"Come in" my voice sounded dejected even to me.

Stop being such a fucking pussy Cullen.

The door opened and my Mom stood there with a look of pure disapproval on her face. My Mom, Esme, was tiny. Barely 5 foot, so I towered over her at nearly 6"3.

"What's up Mommy?" I said with a smirk. No matter how pissed she was hearing me say Mommy always softened her up.

Her delicate features softened slightly. Score.

"I just got off the phone with your principal" Shit. "He informed me that you never made it to your last lesson this afternoon?" Her voice went up at the end making it a question.

"Yeah, um, I wasn't feeling well" Which wasn't a lie "It was all too much and I just needed some air." Not a lie either. I sat up so I could talk to her properly.

She looked at me for a good 30 seconds, just looking, not talking. And I swear I didn't breathe the entire time.

"Edward" she said my name softly, barely breathing it, "I know how hard moving has been, it's been difficult for all of us" She stopped to take a deep breath. I did the same. "But acting out is not going to get us to move back to Chicago. This" she gestured around herself "This. Is our home now, and I'm sorry son, but you're just going to have to deal with that" She sounded like she was on the verge of tears.

Sighing I stood and walked over to her opening my arms and capturing her in a hug. She clung back gratefully.

"Mom, seriously, I just needed some air, I was feeling really sick and by the time I got myself together class was over. I'm sorry, it won't happen again." I kissed the top of her head.

Pulling back from me she smiled up at me.

"Okay Edward, I believe you, now wash up, dinner will be ready in ten minutes" then she turned and walked out closing my door softly behind her.

"Ugh" I moaned then flopped back onto my bed again. I was still confused as hell about the Bella thing. Now I had my mom to deal with.

One thing's for sure I had to find a store that sold cigarettes in the morning. Because no fucking way could I survive Forks without them.