Hello readers! This is a later update so I might not get the chance to finish this tonight but I'll get as much done as I can before I have to go to bed. Yes, I do have a curfew to be in bed. But my parents are pretty loose about it and I don't want to be super tired for algebra in the morning so I'll be signing off at about ten ish. Just a head's up!

Chapter Eight: Bella's Lullaby

E Pov

The entire week was one big jumble of excitement. Well for one, it started out with Elizabeth coming to school. Bring with her the memories of a night that held part of my past I didn't care to revisit. And though nothing unordinary really happened after I left her on the front porch on Monday. I was still amazed that I had actually kissed her!

Elizabeth Marigold was something else completely! She was talented and beautiful and had the most amazing smile; her laugh- oh don't even get me started on that! It's like the most musical thing you've ever heard. And somehow she doesn't feel uneasy around us like most people do, she almost seems comfortable. But maybe that wasn't a good thing.

Tuesday I had been bombarded by Alice's constant mistrusting thoughts on Caroline Madison. Personally, I didn't think there was anything unordinary about her. I mean she was kind of pretty but in a cold and cocky way. Unlike Elizabeth, who just seemed as if it were all just so effortless.

I don't trust her, I hate her, the evil witch! She's trying to destroy me, I can just tell! And she's only using Lizzy to get to me.

I sighed when I heard Alice's thoughts echo in her voice.

Esme was still putting the finishing touches on the living room- her latest design to make the house "really sparkle." A golden orange paint covered the walls with strokes that looked as if it were a giant canvas, that plus the wood floors looked nice- cozy and warm. A small table held a clear vase with a single budding daisy inside. My piano almost seemed to stick out in contrast with the black paint and the golden-orange.

Emmet and Jasper were currently playing the latest version of some new game that I didn't care to identify, shoving each other as they turned a corner in their racing game. "You cheated!" occasionally breaking the mild stillness.

Rosalie was out shopping for a dress and Alice would have gone too if she hadn't wanted to see Elizabeth so badly and also didn't "need" to color code her wardrobe.

So that left me, sitting on the bench of my piano and waiting to hear the familiar crunch of gravel to alert me to her presence.

"Edward, she's going to be here soon. I'm pretty sure even she couldn't have found trouble since you last saw her," Jasper reassured quietly but then yelled at Emmet again for apparently cheating.

So I decided to just play some music to help me relax. I turned around and let my fingers follow the familiar music- a new song I'd recently made on sudden inspiration.

A Pov

I was feeling incredibly proud of myself at the moment, and mixed in with the bright colors of my many outfits- I was in heaven. I was only thinking about my mistrust of Caroline, not letting my thoughts wander back to Lizzy and the day that would follow the two when she got here.

I smiled at my designer gown- one that I'd just recently bought "too big" and in the perfect shade of blue that I thought would match "my skin tone." If Elizabeth only knew, and Edward too. I was secretly coming up with a plan to get them both to-

A beautiful sound fluttered through my open bedroom door. It was soft and sweet, a slow and almost sad tune. It was so soothing it was almost a lullaby. Something new, I haven't heard this one before. Edward is always playing the piano, there's no way that this is an old one. And then my smile was more mischievous because I knew it was working flawlessly.

Yesterday, Edward had confined himself to his room to compose a brand new song on "sudden inspiration" as he called it, and didn't come out until much later. Of course he had made sure not to make official plans- cleverly not allowing me to hear it before he was done.

And then, another glorious sound reached my ears. I couldn't hold back my laughter, and I didn't try. I felt like a villain from a cartoon as I laughed evilly. "Excellent, my plan is working!"

B Pov

I stepped out of my old beat up truck, parked usually outside of my house so I could hide my other car in the garage. The noise was thunderous and I was instantly glad about the silence that followed its absence. But I was also a little nervous about coming back. It's not that I didn't like the Cullens, completely the opposite. It's just, the last time I was here I was nearly exposed.

So I took cautious steps toward the big white door, again marveling at the beautiful house and knocked on the door tentatively.

A moment of silence was all that I needed to hear the beautiful music that was flowing like a breeze out the door and into my ears. It relaxed my tension almost at once, before I could realize that that may be a bad thing. The door opened slowly and Alice danced out the house, wrapping an arm around me. She didn't say a word but her expression said more than she needed to.

The two of us retreated back into the house, closing the door with almost no sound at all. I was amazed to see that the once white living room was now painted in a golden-orange sort of color that reminded me of a Tuscan sunset or something. Emmet and Jasper were sitting on the couch still holding their game controllers but not clicking the buttons rapidly like they would normally. They faced the screen but they were obviously listening to the angel that was sitting on the piano bench.

Even though the room had a slightly modern feel to it, the piano and the player himself seemed to be a window back into time. The piano was sleek and black, Edward looked like he belonged there. He was concentrating so much that he hadn't even noticed the absence of the normally loud video game or that Alice had already let me inside while he had been off in his own world.

I just couldn't seem to look away as he played, feeling lighter than air. A feeling I very rarely got anymore but seemed to be evoked when I was listening to Edward play or even just being near him. I didn't feel good enough to be right here, listening to him play this beautiful song that was peaceful but at the same time painting a colorful scene. The tune wasn't familiar, but at that moment I felt like I was looking through a window- seeing the real Edward for a moment.

If only I could be that honest with him.

But I don't think it mattered. Not when my body decided to move on its own and sit beside him on the smooth wooden bench. He stopped at once, a smile spreading across his face.

"Don't stop, your song was so lovely."

"If that's what you want," he said quietly before returning to playing the song but the hint of a smile on his face still.

It felt like heaven, even if it was the most unlikely place to find it. I wanted to scream it to the world now; I, Isabella Swan, was deeply in love with Edward Cullen and he could never know the other side of me. But even a little time it better than no time at all.

I'll make the most of it, I resolved.

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Ok, I've only got a really short amount of time left to write so I decided to leave it here since it was a good place to stop without much of a cliff hanger. If I continued it would be length and probably a major cliffy. So just enjoy the fluff while you can. I'll try to add more fluff like this, and sorry again that it's short. Please review lots and make me get myself into gear. And then maybe there will be LOTS of chapter updates.

-V