Hey guys, this is just a short chapter, hope you enjoy. Poor Edward Look up the song, it's good.

EDWARD POV

I tried to keep my eyes off Bella. Damn Alice and her plans, making her look even more stunning than usual. She was still shorter than me in her cream heels, and her light pink dress came down to mid thigh. I could barely stand it. I wondered vaguely if Alice knew I liked Bells more than friends, and wondered if she had intended to kill me.

I watched as Brooked stepped up to the microphone on the impromptu stage set up at the front of the room.

"Welcome, Julliard students and performers. Welcome, guests. These next three days we have quite a show for you. I would like to say that all of these young men and women worked very hard to get to this position, and are all very talented in unique ways. They are well on their ways to becoming successful and dedicated artists of all kinds. I would like to say to you all something my Grandmother once told me, when I was leaving for college. If you're feeling frightened about what comes next, don't be. Embrace the uncertainty. Allow it to lead you places. Be brave as it challenges you to exercise both your heart and your mind as you create your own path towards happiness, don't waste time with regret. Spin wildly into your next action. Enjoy the present, each moment, as it comes; because you'll never get another one quite like it. And if you should ever look up and find yourself lost, simply take a breath and start over. Retrace your steps and go back to the purest place in your heart.. where your hope lives. You'll find you're way again." She ended her introduction with this quote, and I couldn't help feeling strange, like it struck a chord somewhere deep down. I sat back and watched the students with last names beginning with A start to go up to the stage.

Despite her earlier complaints on the subject of attending this dinner, Bella was shooting smiles at me the whole time, bouncing up and down on her seat every time my name was announced in a list, and she nearly fell off her chair when it was my turn to go up and accept a handshake from the principal and the board members. I smiled back at her as I wrung the mans sweaty hand, her face was alight with pride. As I sat back down in my seat again and watched the other students get called up, she leaned over to whisper in my ear.

"Good job, Masen." She said, squeezing my shoulder. I grinned back, and hugged her.

"Thanks Bells." I said genuinely. We watched the last person, someone named Samantha Zeline, accept her handshake, and then watched as Brooke stepped up to the microphone again. She cleared her throat audibly, and then smiled.

"Well, thank you all for coming! I would like to take a moment to appreciate our many students." She announced, and everyone commenced clapping very hard. I beamed and clapped along with them. The noise quieted down, and Brooked smiled again. "Enjoy the dinner!" She said, walking off stage, her heels clicking. The dinner was wonderful, but the thing that worried me was when people started to get up and make their way to a medium sized opening that was serving as a dance floor. There was music playing, and as Kyle took his little sister to dance, I gulped, knowing I would have to dance with Bella. I didn't know if I could bear it. She pulled me up, giggling, and I was forced to come dance. We stood on the floor, and I wrapped my arms around her slender waist. The silky fabric of the dress was heavenly and cool, and her warm skin underneath was even better. She rolled her eyes, and kicked off her heels, setting them by the side of the floor. I laughed, and welcomed her back into my arms. Her head came up to my chest just underneath my chin, and we fit that way perfectly. She wrapped her arms around my neck at first, smiling and laughing as she stepped lightly on my foot by accident. I laughed too, and lifted her easily on top of my feet. She sighed as we swayed easily now to the music.

"I don't think I'll ever get better at this." She said, looking at me.

"I hope not." I said, and she laughed again. She seemed so happy tonight, despite her recent break up with Carlos. "Bella?" I asked.

"Mmm?" She said, looking back up.

"Are you okay?" I asked softly. She huffed, letting a breath out. Maps, by the Yeah Yeah Yeah's was now playing softly overhead.

"I'm just trying to forget about him." She said, all of a sudden looking disgruntled. We swayed steadily, and she bit her lip. "I really am." I stroked the hairline scar on her cheek with my thumb, and she closed her eyes.

"It's going to be alright." I assured her, and she moved her arms from around my neck to wrap around my chest. She rested her head there, and breathed out another sigh. I gently let my head rest on top of hers, closing my eyes and breathing in the peaceful scent of her strawberry shampoo.

Wait.

They don't love you like I love you

Wait.

They don't love you like I love you

Maps...

Wait.

They don't love you like I love you

The song played over head, and I had to restrain myself from kissing her full on the lips right then and there. Why was it that songs always explained exactly how you felt?

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