A/N: Gah! Road trips are horrible. Very tiring, makes me wish I was a vampire. I'm not sure what I'll do with this chapter so I'll just write and pretend to know what's going on.

Oh my Edward!! Did you guys hear?! The movies coming out three weeks earlier!! Yaaaaay!! That's too bad for harry potter but I'd rather see Robert Pattinson on the big screen than Daniel Radcliff!

Sorry it took me soo long to update!

I don't own twilight, sorry. I own a twilight book, close enough right? :D

I was glad I didn't have to breathe; otherwise I would have had to pull away

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After what seemed like days, he slowly pulled away. My eyes flew open; I didn't want him to pull away! His eyes opened gradually and I heard him sigh. He raised his hands hesitantly and brushed the length of my cheekbone with his fingertips.

"...so beautiful." He whispered, so quietly I wouldn't be able to hear if I didn't have the extra hearing.

I rolled my eyes and smiled.

Edward pulled me onto his lap and I rested my head on his shoulder. Everything felt right, as it always did when I was with Edward.

"So... what do vampires do at night? It must be weird having so much time to do whatever." My eyebrows pulled together.

"Sometimes Emmett and Jasper go hunting, Alice and Rosalie go shopping. Carlisle works night shifts at the hospital sometimes; it pains him to pretend to go sleep when he could be helping someone at the hospital. Esme paints or does something to the house, and I usually listen to music or play the piano."

"Really? You'd think they'd get bored of doing the same thing every night..."

"Usually, they, er, spend time...together." His nose wrinkled as if he was remembering something unpleasant.

It took me a while to understand what he was saying, why he seemed embarrassed. "Oh. Oh." I waited for the blush to come, it didn't it. I was uncomfortable anyways. Here I was, sitting on his lap, talking about this.

"So you play the piano?" I changed the subject quickly.



He nodded.

"Will you show me?" I smiled at the thought of Edward playing.

He shook his head, "I'll never hear the end of it. Esme's always telling us showing off's rude."

I really wanted to hear him play. I bit my lip and widened my eyes. "Please."

He sighed and it took him 10 seconds to answer "Fine. It's impossible to say no when you plead with me that way."

I grinned. He must have seen the excitement in my eyes; he took my hand eagerly and we walked to the beautiful instrument by the door. He sat down and patted the seat right next to him. As I sat down he took a deep breath and then his long fingers were on the keys, moving at impossible speed. Music filled the room. It sounded so complex it was difficult to believe it was only him playing. Edward turned to look at me, his fingers never leaving the piano, the music still filling the air.

"Do you like it?" He was glowing; it made him look even more impossibly beautiful.

The smile that was already on my face widened. "You wrote this?"

He nodded. "It's Esme's favorite."

It was amazing the relationships Edward had with each member of his family. He loved Esme so much, she was his mother.

"Have you written anything else lately?"

"Yes, I'm not done yet, I don't know how to end it."

We were interrupted by the doorbell.

"What now?" I asked, getting up. I opened the door, but something smelled mouth-watering. I realized what it was a bit too late. A man in a FedEx uniform was at the door with at least 15 boxes behind him. I slammed the door, not caring about being polite right now. I held my breath and ran as fast as I could all the way upstairs to the bathroom. I could hear Edward at the door. I could hear the warm blood flowing through the man's veins. My throat burned, I couldn't think about that right now. I focused on their conversation.

"Sorry about that, she's not feeling well" I heard Edward say apologetically.

"That's fine. If you could sign here, I'll be on my way." Edward signed, and the man drove away.



As soon as I was sure the man was gone and the smell had diluted I made my way downstairs. I was still holding my breath when Edward came into view.

"How did you do it?" he asked in amazement.

I just shook my head. I didn't want to think or talk about it. It would only increase the burning in the back of my throat.

"What's in the boxes?" I looked outside; the boxes were still where he had left them.

We were walking toward them when Edward's phone rang.

"What is it Alice?" he was anxious now.

"Nothing's wrong, Edward." I heard her sigh. "I just ordered a lot of stuff online. It's for your room; I don't think Bella will appreciate it if it's full of all of your things, so I got some for her! I also got paint and new carpet; the gold was getting boring. It's blue! I can see that she'll like it!" I could hear Alice's high voice coming from the phone. Edward rolled his eyes and I had to hold back a laugh.

"I understand, but fifteen boxes?"

I held out my hand for the phone. Edward sighed and gave it to me.

"Alice! What have you done? What are we supposed to do with all this stuff? I don't mind Edward's room at all!" Fighting with her was useless.

"Bella. This can be easy, or this can be hard..." I turned to glare at Edward. How well he knew she was going to say that.

"Fine, Alice. But just so you know, you're in so much trouble!" I figured I could finish in no time with my vampire speed.

"You'll love it Bella! Just make sure Edward moves all of his stuff to the garage."

"Wait, what? It's his room, too" Alice was starting to give me a headache.

"Well, I sort of went a little overboard online. I bought some stuff for him too." She didn't even sound sorry at all.

"Bye, Alice."

"Be nice, Isabella!" Oh great. She sounded like my mom.

I hung up the phone before she could guilt me into doing anything else.



"So what's in that box?" I pointed to the box closer to him. He bent down and opened it.

"Things we'll need in order to paint."

"We? You don't have to help, you know. It's fine if you don't." I didn't want to admit how much I actually did want him to help me.

"Yes, we." He smiled and carried the box upstairs. I followed reluctantly.

"Alright, what now? I think we should do this at normal speed, where's the fun in supernatural speed?" and if we did this at a human pace, I'd get more time with him.

He smiled his uneven smile and opened the can of paint. He started painting; he looked like he knew what he was doing. I decided I didn't want to work just yet. I dipped my hands in the paint very quietly, and then started walking slowly to him.

"You look like you do this all the time..." he needed to be distracted so I could actually sneak up on him.

"I guess I do, what with Esme and Alice" I patted his back, leaving paint on it. I laughed quietly.

"What's so funny?" I quickly hid my hands behind my back.

"I'm just imagining Esme and Alice ordering you around." I lied.

He rolled his eyes and turned his back on me.

"I think you have something on your hair, here let me get it for you." I messed up his hair too. It'll wash off.

He turned to me and narrowed his eyes. "What are doing?"

"Nothing" I widened my eyes and looked innocent.

He ran his fingers through his hair, but stopped when he felt the paint.

"Isabella. Marie. Cullen." He growled. He lunged at me and pinned me to the floor playfully. I couldn't move though, I frozen in place.

"What did you call me?"

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Really sorry it took me so long to update. I'm staying at my grandma's house and I'm not alone for more than 2 seconds.



Preview of the next chapter:

"What the hell are you doing!?"