You really don't need to here what I was going to say since you already know.

Edward's POV

I had been on cloud nine for a week. Knowing that Bella liked me back made everything worth it. The cutting remarks from Angela, glares from Mike,, and afterschool detention. I no longer minded any of it because I knew that Bella liked me. And for once, the good outweighed the bad by a lot.

"Hey man, wanna play some Call of Duty after practice today?" Emmett asked as we both sat down in our desks in Armstrong's class.

"Can't." I said as I shook my head. "I'm gonna ask Bella if she wants to come over."

"Oh." Emmett said and wiggled his eyebrows.

I rolled my eyes. "Not like that, asshole."

"Dude, why not? She's hot."

"Yeah, but still. We're not even officially dating yet."

"Like that's stopped you before."

I sighed and slapped his arm. "She's just different, alright?"

"Okay." Emmett said and put his hands up in surrender. "Whatever you say, man."

For the first time in what seemed like forever, I actually didn't hate the topic of the day. What song is the anthem of your life? I grinned, knowing instantly and pulled out a sheet of paper.

"I think my song is gonna be Whatever You Like." Emmett said and grinned.

I laughed lightly and shook my head at my best friend. "I hope that at the end of all this, we get to meet our pen pals and yours punches you right in the dick."

Emmett shrugged. "Well, it'll be worth it." he said and started writing.

Iz,
First of all, I pull of pink better than any other guy in the world, it just so happens that I don't particularly care to wear it. Anyway, as for the song that it the anthem to my life, that would have to be a song by my favorite band. Blink-182, of course. And it's called What's My Age Again? It's like, the anthem to anyone who gets older, but doesn't act like it. I dread the day when I actually have to act like an adult. I'm a firm believer that just because you get older, doesn't mean you have t o act older. Obviously, I'll be mature when the situation calls for it. But I just want to be able to make dick jokes when I'm sixty and it be okay. Know what I mean?
Anthony

PS, if your song is something like No One by Aly & AJ, I might lose all respect for you.

"Bella, Bella Swan!" I yelled as I ran through the hallways.

She closed her locker, and I attacked her in a giant hug, making her back press to the locker as she laughed against my chest and hugged me back. I leaned down and kissed her lips briefly and then laced our hands as I smiled at her.

"I've missed you."

She laughed again and pushed me off of her slightly. "You're so cheesy."

I shrugged and leaned down, reconnecting our lips for a longer kiss. I could feel her smile into it, which made me smile too. And when I pulled away from her, I saw a huge grin plastered on her face.

"What are you doing after tennis today?"

She thought for a minute and then shrugged. "I don't think I'm doing anything."

"Great." I said with a smile. "Wanna come over to my house?"

"Sure." She replied.

"Alright, great. I'll meet you by the gym after you get out of practice and I get out of detention."

"I can't wait."

I leaned down, kissing her a final time. "I can't either."

Bella's POV

Anthony,

I respect you wanting to stay young at heart. I think that too many people forget how to have fun whenever they get older, and then that turns them into douche bags. This may come as a surprise for you, but I actually hate Aly & AJ, like can't stand them, so I guess my respect stays intact? Let's hope so. My anthem song isn't about staying young, it's actually about how I don't need people to take care of me. It seems that all my life people have been trying to save me from getting hurt, my parents, my friends. And even though I appreciate it, I really don't need it. The song's called Let Me Fall and it's by Edwardz Johnson. And the first time I heard it, I thought that she somehow knew me and wrote this song for me, that's how much I can relate to it.
Iz.

PS, "Let me rise, let me fall. Let me breathe, I wanna lose control I'm not afraid to lose it all. Let me break, let me crawl. Cause I will get up again, if you let me fall." Just incase you don't know the song.

All day I was nervous about going over to Edward's house. I was nervous about possibly meeting his parents, and equally as nervous about possibly being alone with just him. I wasn't sure which would be easier, but for the first time ever I didn't mind tennis practice going a little over.

At five o'clock, I emerged from the locker room seeing Edward sitting on a bench, typing something on his phone. He looked over at me when I came out and stood up, pulling me into him and kissing my lips gently. Something that still leaves me breathless.

"Ready?" he asked.

"I am." I said ad I pulled my tennis bag on my shoulder and laced my hand with his.

Just as I thought, Blink filled my ears as soon as Edward started the car. His face reddened slightly at the volume, and he apologized and turned it down a little. We drove in mostly silence, only talking about my tennis practice and how boring detention was. Both of us nervous about being at his house.

"Shit." He sighed when we pulled in. "My parents are home."

"Is that a problem?" I asked slowly.

Edward looked up at his house for a minute and then slowly shook his head. "No, it'll be fine. But, just don't get offended if they're not nice to you. They're different now, and not really friendly to anyone." He said quietly and then we both got out of the car.

We walked in and to our right was the living room, where an older looking version of Edward, that I knew was his dad sat in slacks and a button down shirt watching the news. And to our left was the kitchen where his mother sat reading a book.

"Edward." His mother said in a thick British accent and Edward sighed as he pulled me into the kitchen. His mom upped her eyebrows looking between both of us.

"Mom, this is Bella. Bella this is my mom." Edward said lamely.

"Well, it's nice to finally meet the girl that's responsible for my son getting seven weeks of after school detention for. You must really be something else." She said smugly.

My face heated up and I dropped my head, not knowing how to respond. Edward squeezed my hand and lightly rubbed his thumb over my skin, in an attempt to comfort me.

"Yeah, well." He stuttered. "We're just gonna be in my room." He said and pulled me towards the stairs.

"Leave the door open, Edward." She said sternly.

"Yes, mom." He said exasperated.

When we got into Edward's room, he closed the door behind us softly and put his finger to his lips to motion for me to be quiet. I took the moment to take in the clothes strewn over the floor, and band poster hanging all over his walls; so many that you could barely see the dark blue walls.

Edward plopped down on his bed, pulling out to Guitar Hero guitars. He handed me one, and then scooted over to allow me to sit down next to him as he flipped on his tv and Playstation 3.

"I'm really sorry about my mom." He said as he flipped through the songs.

"Don't worry about it." I said with a sigh. "I'm sure that if I was her, I wouldn't want to meet me either. After all, she's right. You did get detention because of me."

"No." Edward said firmly and shook his head. "I got detention because that Mike's an asshole."

I smiled and kissed his cheek. "Well either way, I get that your parents don't like me."

Edward leaned in and let his forehead fall against mine. His warm breath tickled my face and caused a smile to spread onto my lips. He was waiting for something, a sign of some sort so I leaned closer to close the gap between us and connected our lips. Edward pulled me onto his lap, letting our guitars fall to the floor, and I wrapped an arm around his neck and the other ran through his hair as our lips continued to move together.

Edward pulled away quickly and moved me off of him. His eyes darted to the door as we sat in silence and he finally sighed. "I thought I heard footsteps." He said quietly.

I giggled lightly and kissed his cheek. "Don't you have band practice tonight?" I asked.

He nodded. "Yeah, but not until eight."

"Why so late?"

"Well usually it's right after school, or now, after I get out of detention before my parents get home. But I wanted to be able to hang out with you, so we moved it to eight because every Thursday night at 7:30 my parents go out to eat with some of their friends."

"Do they not like band practice?"

"No." he scoffed. "They both think it's the biggest waste of time."

I frowned, noticing how upset Edward was when he said that. He shook his head again and sighed, clearly annoyed that his parents didn't support him. I let one of my hands press to his cheek and turn his head so that he would look at me. I beamed up at him and eventually he smiled back.

"Well I think that you're great." I said and kissed his lips.

"You don't know how much that means to me."

"Edward Anthony, I do believe I said to leave this door open." His mother said sternly as she swung the door open and we jumped apart. She let her eyes set on me for a second. "I guess I know understand why you fought for her." she said harshly and tuned on her heel.

"By the way, Emmett's here." She called and then slammed the front door.

"I'm so sorry." Edward said again as he buried his head in my neck, kissing the skin lightly.

I shook my head and gave him a faint smile. "Don't worry about it, Edward."

"Just promise me that you won't let her run you off."

I leaned in and kissed him briefly. "After what we've been though already, there's no way I'm gonna let your mom stand between us."