Twilight's not mine, you know the drill ;]

BPOV

I snapped upright in my bed, sweating and out of breath. Rubbing my face lightly, I chanted softly, "Just a dream...only a dream...". Having no wish to dwell on that night, I threw the bed covers out of the way and swung my legs out of the bed. I held my head in my hands briefly, elbows resting on knees, before pushing upwards and straightening. At first I was shocked. This wasn't my room. Where was I? Then I remembered, shuddering lightly with a small tear escaping from my dull brown eyes. I hastily rubbed at it, willing myself into composure.

I took a moment to survey my new room again. It was bright pink. I nearly choked when I saw it early this afternoon. Pink is a horrible colour; so rude and in-your-face; there's nothing neutral or diplomatic about it. I hadn't said anything about it though, so it was likely to stay that vile colour. My things were still mostly packed in the suitcases under my bed now. I hadn't felt the need to bring much of my old stuff though, just some sentimental things. Mainly presents from, and photos of, my parents.

I huffed a breath. And that's when I heard it.

Chopsticks.

The sound of a piano floated upstairs and through the half open door of my room. (I hated it that way, but my foster parents insisted I leave the stupid door open until I got used to it here.) The sound was soft, someone trying to be quiet, but it didn't lessen the simple beauty. My lips curved upwards slightly and I crept over to my door to hear better. It was strange to call it my door. It wasn't. My bedroom was miles away; I should still be there right now. I could have been.

The floorboards creaked with the small weight of my body, and the melody stopped abruptly in response. I frowned, brows furrowing, listening harder then. Nothing. Of course, now I was curious. I wanted to know who was awake in the middle of the night, playing the piano. A soft chuckle escaped my lips. I was the one awake in the middle of the night listening to someone playing the piano. They must be curious about what I was doing. With that I decided to find them. Sliding through the open door - now grateful it was that way - I attempted to be stealthy as I made my way down the stairs.

That was easier said than done.

I was probably one of the clumsiest people you could ever meet. Numerous times I stumbled on thin air and I attempted to stifle gasps, whilst warily descending. As my feet connected with the flat ground, I almost sighed with relief. I hadn't fallen so far. I peeked anxiously through a door directly on my right, but no-one was there. Continuing down the hallway, feeling blindly in the darkness, I attempted to keep my ears and eyes open at the same time. I noticed it must have been very early in the morning; the stars were still out and it was pitch black from what I saw through one of the windows as I passed. I had no idea where I was going honestly; this house was huge and it takes more than the few hours I'd been given so far, to memorize the layout. Just as I was about to turn back and attempt to find my bed again, there was a shuffling noise in the room beyond me. I stopped immediately. Was this really a good idea? I gulped nervously, before pressing a palm to the door and pushing.

THUD

"Ow!"

Clumsy Kid strikes again.

EPOV

Crap! I hastily stumbled back from the door that had somehow managed to hit me in the face. My hand had flown up to cover the affected area, before a girl had charged inside the room. She must have been new; I'd never seen her before. She looked about my age, maybe slightly younger, and her long chocolate brown hair was wild and matted. The look on my face must have upset her though, as her features crumbled into a grimace.

"I...Oh my word, I didn't mean..." She stepped forward, inching closer to me like I was a deadly explosive. Her hand twitched at her side. "D-didn't mean to..." She stuttered and stumbled over her words, before huffing a sigh, shutting her eyes, and continuing again. "Crap."

I chuckled blackly. "That's what I thought." My hand still lay across my face, and I experimentally removed it and poked my nose with one finger. Ugh, this wouldn't look good in the morning. It felt a little swollen, and it was probably going to bruise. Still, I dropped my hand and sucked it up. I'd had worse. Looking 'round the room absent-mindedly, I was a bit confused. I'd heard someone wandering around upstairs, assumed it was either Alice or my foster mom, and decided to be better safe than sorry by hiding out until they went back to bed. Don't get me wrong, Ali was great, like a sister to me I suppose, but when she got woken up before she wanted? There are no words, just stay clear. I grinned mentally at the thought. But then...this girl showed up, and she was neither.

"You new?" I probed gently, turning 'round and grabbing a pillow from the couch beside me, dropping it on the floor. I was about to sit down, before remembering my manners and chucking another pillow backwards to the girl too. I turned to face her again and my eyes widened. There was a gasp, then a pfft, then a dull thump. The pillow had hit her head-on and she was now lying on the floor staring blankly at the ceiling. My lips pressed into a tight line as I really tried not to laugh, but it wasn't enough. I clutched at my sides and flopped onto my pillow - the one that hadn't been convicted of attempted murder - as the girl gathered herself.

Pfft

Oh, she didn't, did she?

She did.

I smirked up at her from where I now lay on the floor, and the same expression was plastered on her face. She turned around and headed for the door, rubbing her hands together as if to say, "Well, that's that over with." Hmm, I wasn't done yet. I swung my arm around swiftly and grabbed the pillow she'd thrown and flung it back at her. She didn't fall this time, but was still surprised enough to give me time to jump up and get more "ammo". Pillow after pillow made contact with her body until the couch was devoid of them and they all lay at a pile by her feet. Then she surprised me.

Giggling softly, she deliberately fell backwards onto the soft mess behind her. She grinned at me upside-down, before rolling over onto her stomach and picking up a single cushion, throwing it gently towards me. It landed quietly at my feet. I stared at her questioningly for a moment, before sitting cross-legged on top of it.

"Yep," She stated. I turned my head to one side and raised an eyebrow, confused, and she continued, "I'm new."

"Hold on, we have a truce right?" I didn't want her thinking up any plans to assault me again.

She thought for a moment, before nodding gently and holding out a hand. "You started it, but whatever." Her small smile lit up her eyes slightly. I gazed into them for a moment longer than could be considered polite. They were an amazing brown, lighter than her hair. More of a raw umber or russet colour.

I lifted my hand, placing it into hers, and we shook them very business-like.

"Edward." I blurted out. "Bella." She replied, a warm smile on her lips once more.

A/N: Reviews are greater than pillow fights.

EDIT: Okay, double post? Super sorry, I fixed it now obviously.

Wow, thanks to everyone who reviewed or added Could Have to their story alert list. Because of them, you get an update! I can keep going with these guys at this age, or launch into the main plot where they're 7 years older. I couldn't care less, Babyward's kinda cute, but I wanna' get into the romance. What do you think?