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

Edward's POV

Something we miss is the topic of the day today. Why does it seem like every topic is fit for me to write about my brother? I sighed and shook my head, refusing to let myself fall into a bad mood. Today was going to be a good day; a great day if everything works out the way that I hope it does.

Is,
The most important thing I miss if my brother. He was such a cool guy; always giving me advice and helping get me out of trouble with my parents. He could come up with an excuse on why I was coming home five hours after curfew right off the top of his head, and it was always believable. I can't tell you how many times he saved me from getting grounded. Another thing that I miss is my very first guitar. Well, playing my very first guitar to be exact. My brother bought it for me when I turned eight, and up until two years ago I had played it daily. Then one day a friend of mine and I were goofing off and he somehow fell on top of it, breaking it completely. It's beyond fixing, but I still have the remains because I can't throw it away, I just can't.
Anthony.

PS, Usually when I talk about my brother, it upsets me. But for some reason I don't mind talking about him to you.

"So, are you ready for today?" Emmett asked as he grinned.

I nodded my head, feeling slightly nervous. "Yeah, I just hope it goes as smoothly as I think it will."

"What if Mike jumps you again?" Jasper asked as he chuckled lightly.

I shrugged. "Then I guess I'll kick his ass again, and then get kicked out of school or something. I already have after school detention until the end of time."

"Edward, I think what you're doing is romantic." Alice said and gave me a warm smile.

"Hey, what are you guys talking about?" Bella asked as she appeared by my side and slid her hand into mine. I grinned at her and we shared a brief kiss.

"Nothing that concerns you." I teased as I gave her a playful smile.

She gasped dramatically and smacked my arm. "What a jerk." She said and laughed lightly.

"Well, actually-" Emmett started.

"How about I walk you to class now?" I said and pulled Bella away before Emmett could say anything further. I walked her to her trig class just like I had been doing for weeks and kissed her goodbye, then ran to P.E. to meet up with Emmett, Alice, and Jasper.

When lunch finally rolled around I pulled my dark blue button down shirt, black vest, and tie and went into the men's bathroom. I pulled off my Blink-182 tshirt, trading it for the dark blue shirt, then buttoned it and tucked it in. After putting the vest and tie on I left the bathroom to see Emmett waiting at my locker. He grinned at me and handed me my two Prom tickets, then patted my back and walked with me to the cafeteria.

I saw Bella sitting at her regular table with Rosalie, Angela, Mike, and three other people that I didn't know. Bella wasn't paying attention to anything because she had her head buried in her World History book, glaring down at it with a hateful and confused look on her face. Rosalie saw me approaching and she smacked Bella's arm and then nodded in my direction.

"My, my, don't you just look handsome." Bella said with a smirk as she looked me up and down.

"I clean up good, I know." I smirked back.

"You sure do." She grinned. "What are you doing?"

"Well," I started as I rocked back and forth on my heels and then dropped to one knee, pulling the Prom tickets out of my back pocket and taking one of Bella's hands into mine. "I was wondering, Bella, if you would like to go to Prom with me?" I said and then gave her a warm smile.

Bella grinned widely, showing off her teeth and then pulled me into a tight hug. She pulled back a little and pressed her lips to mine, and before I closed my eyes I saw Mike get up and storm away from the table.

"When I said you had to ask me again, I didn't mean it had to be all fancy, but thank you and of course I'll go with you." She said and pecked my lips. "There's no one else I'd rather go with."

"I'm glad you feel that way, Bella. Because I wasn't going to go if I couldn't go with you."

Bella's POV

"Oh my gosh, Edward is the cutest thing ever!" Rosalie gushed as she hugged me. "Like, really. You are so lucky that he likes you."

I grinned back at her. "I know, I really am." I replied as we both sat down in Armstrong's class.

"How was hanging out at his house yesterday?"

"It was good. His mom hates me, and bitched him out for closing his bedroom door after she told him not to. But other than that, it was great. We just played some Guitar Hero and hung out. Then Emmett, Jasper, and Marcus came over for band practice while his parents were gone."

"You two are just adorable together." Rosalie gushed again.

I blushed and smiled as I opened Anthony's letter and began to read. As I read through the letter I couldn't stop thinking about how similar Anthony and Edward sounded. Then I remembered his mom calling him Edward Anthony and I got a crazy idea.

What if Edward is Anthony?

"Rosalie!" I hissed and smacked her arm. "Rosalie, you're not going to believe this!" I squealed as I slid my desk closer to hers.

"Ow, Bella." She said as she rubbed her arm. "What?"

"I think Edward is my pen pal." I blurted out and then bounced up and down in excitement.

Rosalie laughed. "Okay, first of all how funny and cool would that be? But why?"

"They just sound the same, and Edward's middle name is Anthony. So what if he's just using his middle name as his penname? That seems like an Edward thing to do, right?"

Rosalie sighed. "Bella, are you sure that you're not just making connections between the two because you want Anthony to be Edward?"

I sighed, not thinking of that and let my shoulders slump. "I don't know."

"Well why don't you ask Anthony something weird that you know about Edward?"

I beamed at her and then slid my desk back to where it belongs. "You're a genius, Rose!"

She shrugged and brushed the imaginary dust off her shoulders. "That's what they tell me."

Anthony,
I would like to start out by saying that I'm glad that you feel comfortable talking about your brother to me. You're still the only person who knows that my parents got a divorce, and you're the only one I talk to about it. That's actually what I miss most; my family being together. All of us getting along and living under one roof. Being a whole family instead of split into two. It's the little things that matter most. I still have a family portrait of the four of us next to bed. It's the last thing I see at night before I fall asleep. I completely understand why you can't throw away your broken guitar, it's like the last thing you have that you can hold in your hands that reminds you of him. It's the same as me not being able to move that picture from my nightstand. I refuse to let go, or to forget. On a very less serious note, and slightly random. My friend and I are going to the mall tomorrow because she thinks it's ridiculous that I've never had a smoothie before. What flavor do you recommend?
Is.

PS, I also really miss Rocket Power. Greatest tv show ever.

I smiled as I folded the letter and wrote Anthony's name across the front in my loopy cursive writing. Nervousness ran through me, and I grinned over at Rosalie. The thought of tomorrow made me anxious, and it couldn't come fast enough.

Dun, dun, dunnnnnnn...