A/N: Scroll down to the END of the page and go to the link for Bella's violin. Play it. NOW. Then when Edward starts eavesdropping go to the link for his piano, and play that. Seriously, it will make the story so much better, even if it does spoil the story a little.
Disclaimer: I'm going to say this for the last time (seriously), I don't own Twilight. There, now piss off and stop asking why there aren't any disclaimers for the rest of the story.
Bella
Bella shifted her weight, trying to find a comfortable position on the hard seats. The social worker smiled warmly at Bella, taking in her limp hair and lifeless eyes. "Nervous?" she asked kindly.
Bella shook her head. She wasn't nervous, just antsy. Bella didn't experience emotions associated with changes of situations. Happy, sad, angry-she didn't feel them. She tried, but emotion was just impossible to come to her. She didn't understand why people valued emotion so much anyway. It was overrated. Emotion caused blood feuds to go on for generations. Emotion also caused ridiculous heartbreak. Without emotion everyone would be so much better off.
The social worker sighed. "I'm Madeleine, Bella," she said. "I'm going to be monitoring your situation."
Bella nodded and looked out the window, clutching her black bag to her chest. She traced the white flower pattern on it absently, an action the social worker did not miss. The car shuddered to a stop and the driver tapped the dashboard abruptly, glaring back at them. Madeleine glared right back at him and helped Bella out.
Bella visibly cringed away from the contact and stepped away, picking up her black violin case instead and slowly walking to the large white house, staring straight ahead. Madeleine frowned and followed her, holding the duffel bags carefully. The door swung open before they knocked, and Bella recoiled as the caramel-haired woman flew at her.
"I'm so glad you're here! We've been waiting for so long, dear. Come on in, I'll show you to your room. Oh, of course, come in, come in, make yourself comfortable," she added to Madeleine, who was forcing a strained smile. "Oh, where are my manners? I'm Esme, honey. Come on, there's no need to be shy."
Bella blinked as the endearing terms fell from her mouth, and nodded slowly, taking in the spaciousness of the house, so unlike the orphanage. Esme Cullen directed her to her new room, assuring her it was almost impossible to get lost in the house after a while and she simply had to "go to the second door on the third floor".
She made her way upstairs, aware of the two women scrutinizing her every move. The moment Bella stepped onto the mid-floor landing between the first and second floor she heard the women break into hushed whispers. Bella bit her lip and slowly lugged her luggage upstairs.
On the second floor a door opened and a gorgeous blonde looked out. Bella chanced a tiny smile. The blonde frowned and glared at her before shutting the door. She was now rechristened Hostile Blonde.
The third floor only had two doors. One was shut and made of dark wood with a handwritten note pasted on it: KEEP OUT. The second door was a black rosewood that reminded Bella of electric guitars. She opened the door and stepped inside.
The room was elegantly furnished in simple black and white. The bed was black metal, with white sheets. A stereo sat on a wooden sidetable and Bella strode over to it, removing her dirty Converses so she wouldn't scuff the carpeting. She switched it on and played the first track-Enya started playing softly in the background.
The room was perfect. Bella smiled and took out her violin. She sat on the bed and started playing.
Edward
Edward hissed under his breath, withdrawing his finger from beneath the hood of his Volvo and looking at the tiny cut that had appeared on his finger. It was oozing a lot of blood for such a tiny wound. He stuck it in his mouth, sucked it, and pulled it out before staring incredulously at the drop of blood it was still oozing.
Cars were never his forte anyway. He should really leave this shit to Rosalie.
He slammed the hood down-well, as much as it was possible to slam his car hood anyway. He stomped out of the garage and into the living room, still watching blood drip from the practically invisible cut. He looked up when he heard soft mutterings that stopped with his entrance.
Esme was sitting on the couch, legs crossed and one hand frozen midgesture. A strange woman was sitting opposite Esme. Both of them swiveled their heads to stare at Edward in surprise. He froze, looking around before rolling his eyes and walking to his room, mumbling, "Jesus fucking Christ, it's my house too," under his breath.
He jogged up the stairs, making his way to his room. Oprhan Girl was probably here by now. He grimaced. Fucking orphan. As though they didn't have enough in their pathetic excuse for a family already.
He stopped in his tracks, his mind suddenly whirling. Rosalie and Emmett monopolized the two second floor bedrooms, Alice and Jasper had the two fourth floor ones, and Esme and Carlisle shared the master bedroom on the first floor, which meant...
Fuck. Edward was going to have to share the floor with Orphan Girl.
"God," he muttered. "Damn life just keeps getting better."
He pushed open his door, glaring resentfully at the shut door behind. He sat at his piano and continued glaring, only now the hostility was aimed at the piano.
"Come on," he grunted, placing his fingers of the keys. "Play!"
Edward straightened up and gently played a note. Then two. Then three. He began humming along to the tune, his feet moving rhythemically on the pedals. The music reminded him of the wind through the forest, whistling softly, before becoming darkness and storm-then what?
"Fucking shit!"
Edward pushed back the bench, scraping it violently against the carpet and stood up furiously. This was it. He had lost his muse. He couldn't play anymore. All those years of fuckery had got to him.
He walked outside, shoulders slumped and eyes downcast. He turned towards the staircase before hearing something strange-not odd, just strange. He paused in his self-pitying mood, turning. The sound was coming from Orphan Girl's room. He hesitated-did he really want to eavesdrop on Orphan Girl?-before deciding and walking towards her room. To hell with courtesy shit, it was his fucking home too. He could do whatever he wanted.
He heard a soft scraping and a sneeze. Edward rolled his eyes and turned to leave, mumbling, "I came for this shit?"
Shaking his head he took a step away before hearing that again. That was soft, melodial music, exactly the kind he was missing in his music. It had that special touch that made it...music. Edward took one step closer, pressing his ear to the doorcrack where the violin floated to him easily.
It was sad, haunting and heartbreaking rolled into one violin solo that slapped him in the face. Minutes passed before Edward hastily stepped away from the door when the music stopped, suddenly aware of how long he had been eavesdropping on Orphan Girl. He rushed into his bedroom and slammed the door, breathing heavily as though he had just run a marathon.
His eyes strayed to the piano and he bit his lip, his mind immediately flashing to the haunting tune Orphan Girl had played on her violin. He slowly walked over to the piano and slid onto the bench, staring at the black and white keys.
He hadn't managed to compose a single thing for the past three months. What made him think he could start now?
"Sad," Edward said thoughtfully. The sadness of the violin had set off something in him that made him curiously happy.
He put his fingers to the piano and begun to play.
A/N: So here are the links to Bella's violin: (www)(dot)youtube(dot)com/watch?v=-EQ6eHeBrhM and Edward's piano: (www)(dot)youtube(dot)com/watch?v=g0SUG6Fv15Y&feature=related. NOW GO READ.
A/N (2): I don't know about you, but if all goes right Edward should start playing the piano when he starts looking at the piano and biting his lip (aww). The piano takes about 18 seconds to begin in the video. A little fun tip to do is to play both violin and piano videos at the same time, clicking play for the violin first. It sounds freakishly cool because if you imagine standing outside both Edward and Bella's doors that's what you're hearing. Also, you'll have to tune out the guy singing, because Edward does not sing in this story. At all.
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