AN: Sorry for the incredibly long wait. I've been sick, then stressed, then busy and I haven't had time to sleep or eat properly. I've lost friends over the past few weeks and I haven't been up to writing. But I'm willing to jump back into this. Plus summer is coming soon! Yay! That means this story will be updated more often, and so will my other stories, if you happen to be reading them. So here is the next chapter, long awaited. I am still getting over my lack of sleep and such, so I hope this lives up to all your expectations. I tried to make it long for you guys, my way to say sorry. Hope you'll forgive me.

And yes, I did change my penname. Why the change, you ask? Because I felt like it. This is still Twitanic, don't worry... it's the same person that wrote the previous nineteen chapters.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or Titanic. Aww.

Edward POV:

I never knew someone sleeping could be so interesting. But Bella was redefining my thoughts left, right and center. So I shouldn't find this surprising, right? Wrong. Everything about Bella is surprising. Everything.

Like the way she'll twitch and turn, then settle in one place. I couldn't get over the adorable way she breathed when she slept. Deep breath in through her nose, exhale through her mouth. Over and over. She slept curled up in a loose type of ball, knees to her chest, but not touching them completely. She slept with her two hands under her head.

I'm starting to feel kind of like a stalker. I'm watching her sleep. That isn't what I should be doing. Sure, I've heard of husbands watching their sleeping wives, but this is different. It's cute when you love each other. It's not when the girl you're staring at is engaged to a jerk. It's creepy.

She stirred a tiny little bit, and suddenly I felt an overwhelming urge for a piano. It almost made my dormant insides ache. The lullaby was forming in my head already. I wanted a piano. And, as if on cue, Alice opened the door to my – our – room and whispered, "Edward, the lounge is empty and open. I'll watch her, you go write it. You brought music sheets, didn't you?"

"What kind of question is that, Alice?" I was already going through my bag, trying to find them. When I finally did, I ran out of the room, with one last glance at Bella, and then I doubled back and grabbed the sketch I made earlier. Alice chuckled a bit then sat down in the little iron chair, which was right next to Bella's head.

"Thanks, Alice, I owe you." I placed a kiss on the top of her head. She swatted me away, smiling.

"I know Edward, I won't forget, and I will hold you to it. Now get out of here!" She crossed her legs and started humming.

I bolted for the door, instinct telling me where to go. When I arrived I was ecstatic. The piano was a bit smaller, but more grand than the one I had at home. I spent a minute admiring the beauty of it before I sat down to get to business.

I played a bit of Mozart to warm me up, working into Claire de Lune somehow. After I played through Claire de Lune a couple of times, I began to wander off into my own music. I loved the feeling of the ivory keys under my cold fingers. Their smooth, chalky feel. I loved the sound, the soft plink the piano would always make before it released the note, which sang loud and clear through the peaceful air. I loved every moment of playing music. It was a way to release my all too lonely soul and give it something comforting. It was all I had now.

I started improvising after a while, and when I found a chord that sounded right to my ears, I would lift one hand and write down the notes on the sheet music, the other still on the piano, not letting myself stop the music. Over and over. It was about six pages long, but I didn't notice that until later on. I just lost myself in the music.

I sensed that people were just walking up and heading to the bathroom for a shower did I actually look through my music and play it while actually reading the music. I realized it would be pretty difficult stuff for someone else to play, but I knew that since I wrote it, it would be fairly easy for me. I wrote it. I wrote it. I had improvised little tunes here and there, sure, but I had never written and recorded on paper a full length song before. I felt a wave of happiness in me. As I looked it over once more, I couldn't help thinking to myself that it was beautiful. And as I looked it over once again, I thought of how it was music's representation of Bella. Sweet, caring, brave. It would never compare to the real thing, but this came closer than my sad, sad drawing.

"Excuse me?" A tinny voice came from behind me, and I swivelled around. I saw a girl as tiny as Alice, with big blue eyes and light brown hair. She wore a uniform, so I assumed she was one of the kitchen workers. Or a chambermaid? Woah. The girl thought. Okay, breathe. He's a normal passenger, like everyone else. Normal passenger.... But her mind went blank, and for a while all she could do was stare.

"Can I help you, miss?" I asked, prodding her on.

"Yes, um, my name is Jane. Was it you playing the music I heard from the kitchens?" She smiled, but it didn't touch her eyes. It was more of an embarrassed smile than anything else.

"Yes, it was me." I flashed her a smile, and her mind went blank again.

"It's some of the most beautiful music I have ever heard!" The girl laughed, and continued. "Whose is it?"

She meant 'Who composed it?' I assumed, so I chuckled and said. "In fact wrote it just now."

Her eyes widened more. "Are you serious? I've never – I mean – so talented – wow." She was getting short of words, and it must have been time for me to go.

"Well," I stood. "I must be off. Nice to be of your acquaintance, Jane." I said, nodding my head to her in respect. As soon I was out of her eyesight, I sprinted up the stairs and ran to my room.

I knocked and entered. I took in the image of Bella sitting on the iron chair, a frown of annoyance on her delicate and tired face. I needed only to look up to see why she was unhappy.

Alice was prattling off at vampire speed about some hairdo and a dress she saw in Biloxi and needing a hairpin and finding a hairpin and then back to the dress. Not to mention, she was pulling Bella's hair into a complicated French bun, with braids and twists and curls everywhere.

Why would that annoy her? I assumed that all first class girls would love being pampered. They had even set up a salon for those women, where they could get their hair and make-up done before going down to breakfast. It was a way of feeling superior. Why wouldn't anyone want that?

"Are you almost done, Alice?" Bella whined. "I don't see why this is necessary. I'm going down to eat breakfast. No one is going to care what I looked like, and even if they did, they'd be too tired to notice. They're all hung over from all the celebration parties that went on last night."

"This is necessary because Rosalie doesn't let me do her hair anymore and Carlisle and Esme are... busy."

Oh dear God. I hate it when I know my parents are... you know. I know they're older than me and fully mature, but it still kind of bothers me. It feels weird. They're parents... you don't think about them in that way. At least, I don't – and never will.

"And I needed someone to try this hairstyle on... and your hair is the perfect length and texture for it." Alice pouted and Bella sighed.

"Fine. Keep going." Bella smiled a little up at Alice.

"I'm almost done anyway." Alice jabbed one more hairpin in. "Voila! C'est finit! Aimes-tu tes cheveux, Bella?"

I was about to translate for her – Bella, love, that means 'Done! Do you like your hair, Bella?" – but Bella replied, to my great surprise, in French.

"Oui, bien sur, je l'aime! Merci beaucoup, Alice, ma belle fille!"

Yes, I love it! Thanks, Alice, good girl… I didn't know Bella knew French! She had a bit of a noticeable English accent when she pronounced certain words, but otherwise had excellent French. I was impressed.

"I didn't know you knew French, Bella!" I exclaimed, smiling a true smile.

She simply nodded. "I had a tutor when I was in France studying last fall."

"You were in France?" Alice's eyes widened. We've been there, of course, but Alice loved to act.

"I studied literature there. I met some amazing people, who showed me even more amazing work. Do you know how much pure art there is there?" She said, smiling as she brought the memories back to her head.

I knew, of course, how much art was there, (having seen most of it myself) but I played along too. "No, I don't. It must have been an amazing cultural experience!" I said.

"It was." And at that moment, Bella's stomach growled loudly. "Sorry." She blushed and hid her face.

"Breakfast time?" I said, offering her my arm.

She took it gladly, but after a few steps, stopped abruptly. "Edward." She whispered. "What if Mike sees me? I can't deal with that right now." She looked petrified, and worry flooded her face.

Alice laughed. "You honestly think that we're going to let you step foot near anywhere he'll be? No way! Girl, you're going to be third class for the rest of the trip."

"Is that okay?" I asked, mentally wishing she wasn't like Rosalie, who liked all the attention and glamour of being in first class.

"Are you kidding me? This is going to be great! I was thinking only two days ago about how I needed to get away from it all, to get away from the fancy food and decor. I need a simple life, and now I might just get one." She sighed, her stomach grumbled again, and I laughed.

"You're with two vampires and you think your life will be normal." I laughed again, and to my surprise, so did she.

"Come on, I'm hungry. Let's eat." She said, giving my arm a squeeze.

Things are off to a good start.

AN: Yes, I know that "Belle fille" does not translate directly to "good girl". The direct translation is "pretty girl." But, if you are French, you know that "belle" can also mean "good". So no flames for that, please.

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