Bella's POV
When breakfast was done, Edward hurried down to his car to retrieve his guitar, claiming that singing without music would sound as good as with. He left no room to argue so I said nothing.
As he left, I moved myself onto the couch and sighed. I was nervous about hearing his song. Why had I agreed to work with him to write a song anyway? I didn't know anything about writing songs. I knew how to write poems, not songs.
When he returned, his took the seat beside me and twisted his body so he was facing me. I did the same.
He smiled. I smiled.
"So, I don't know if you'll like it. I just thought of it yesterday and it's only a rough draft—or something like that. It's not done yet. If you have any suggestions or something to add, just, you know, feel free to stop me whenever," he mumbled.
I could tell that he was nervous, though I didn't understand why. He's probably done this a million times before. He was a singer for Pete's sake. He could stand in front of millions of fans and sing yet he was nervous to sing in front of me.
He gave me a nervous smile before strumming a chord and playing out the song—or at least what he had so far.
There are days
When I'm walking down
The streets with crowded people
With crowded thoughts
And crowded emotions.
But there's really only one
That beckons me
To follow.
I can drift off
For hours and hours on end
Just thinking about nothing
Nothing in particular
Nothing else
Nothing but you.
Only you.
From the morning to the night
From the minute to the hour
Your words from the other day
Are still in my head.
Your laugh from this morning
Still makes my heart flutter.
And that little twinkle in your eye
Still makes it all worth it.
Whether it's everyday of
Every month of
Every year of
Every lifetime,
You're still the only one.
He drifted off and laughed nervously. He ran his fingers through his hair. "Um, that's all I've got."
I sniffed and wiped the tears from my eyes. "That was beautiful. There's nothing to change!" I threw my arms around his neck and drew him close though it was hard with the guitar in the way.
He chuckled, his warm breath tickling my neck. He put his guitar behind him and hugged me tight.
We spent the rest of the day working on the song, adding whatever needed to be added and maybe changing a little of the melody. He was the expert of it all, not me.
We decided to stay in for dinner, just wanting to enjoy each other's company. We finally settled down to watching a movie.
As I watched him drifting off to sleep, I couldn't help but smile. I finally realized something as I ran my fingers through his silk soft hair. It didn't really matter if we've only known each other for a short time, it didn't really matter. It felt right.
Gah. Stress with school. Ugh. Man. I can't wait until summer break again. I'm going to star volunteering soon so I don't know when I'll have time to update. I promise to update once a week though. And I'm sick. Icky. And the toilet's clogged. Double icky. Well, I have a head ache so I'm going to go. Bye bye everyone.