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~Almost Accolade~
Ch 4
(BPOV)
"Bella, you awake?" I turned around to see Edward sitting behind, me, the signature crooked grin on his face.
"Yeah. Can't sleep."
"Wanna play twenty questions. I haven't seen you in 16 years so there must be something that I don't know about you."
"Okay, but you go first." I moved to sit next to him on the couch so we could talk and not wake the others up.
"Okay. First question...Are you still as clumsy as you were when we were six?" I could feel the blood running through me cheeks.
"Yeah. Worse, I think!"
"Really, that's hard to believe. I mean, you were pretty clumsy back then. I remember when you fell into the pond in my back yard!"
"Yeah, I got sick after that. You brought me all this stuff to do and we spent the week in my room playing board games."
"Yeah, that was fun."
"Okay. My turn. Umm, is your favorite color still brown?"
"Yeah."
"Why?"
"I don't know, it just is, and you just used your second question." I scowled at him but he just chuckled. "Hey I have an idea. Why don't we thumb wrestle whilst we talk, we used to always do that when we were little, and of course, I would always win."
"Fine. But I must warn you, my thumb wrestling skills have improved after spending years all my time with Jake!"
"Jake?" We locked hands and i started moving my thumb to pin his down.
"Yeah. His Dad is good friends with Charlie and Jake came down to help us out when we moved to Phoenix."
"Phoenix? So that's were you guys went. We tried to find you for months after you left. Well, not so much me as Carlisle and Esme, and virtually every other person in Forks. You left so suddenly, we were all so confused."
"Yeah, Some stuff happened and we, um, we had to leave real fast. So, yeah." I really didn't want to talk about this, not so soon anyway. "Um, okay, my turn. How long have you and the guys been playing together?" As I said it, I crushed his thumb under mine. I shot him a smirk and we started again.
"Well, you know I started playing piano when I was five. Well, Esme got sick of Emmett pulling all the pots and pans out of the kitchen cupboards, so she convinced Carlisle to buy him and a drum kit, and that's how he started. Jasper started playing guitar after the accident."
"Accident?" This time he nailed my thumb and chuckled as I glared at him before we started again.
"Yeah. Jazz's parents died in a car accident when he 14."
"Oh."
"Yeah. He was pretty torn up after that. He came to live with us because his only other option was to go to London and live with an aunt that he'd never met. When the lawyer told him that that was a possibility, he yelled at her and stormed out of the room. Carlisle and Esme adopted him after that, but he'd been their son before that anyway. Emmett and I were just glad that he was finally our official brother. He still uses Whitlock as his family name though, and we all respect him that much more for that."
"Wow, that must have been hard, going through all that at such a young age."
"Yeah, It was pretty hard on all of us. We were so close, even then, and it was like whatever Jasper felt, we felt."
"Wow."
"Yeah."
"Ha!" I yelled and then after realizing what I'd done, I clamped my hand over my mouth." Edward chuckled and I just glared at him, again.
"Okay. I've got another question for you. What made you guy's start a band?" He continued to chase my thumb and I continued to avoid his.
"I guess it was a way to escape what was happening around us. We kind of taught ourselves to play the instruments that we play. Well, Alice taught her self to play the drums and violin. Rose and I sort of taught each other how to play the guitar."
"You play the guitar?"
"Yeah, but I usually only play when I'm trying to write a song, or trying to get a melody for a song."
"Oh. That's cool. Have you written a lot of songs for the band?"
"Alice, Rose and I usually start writing them together, but I'm usually the one that end up finishing them. The one that we sang today was one of the first songs that we wrote together and actually finished together."
"That's great. That song was really good by the way." I felt the blood rush to my cheeks and lost my concentration, giving Edward the opportunity to pin down my thumb, and he did just that.
"It seems that all those years of practice still didn't give you an edge over me."
"You keep letting yourself believe the, Eddie!" I laughed as I watched him cringe at his childhood nickname. "I take it you still hate it when people call you that?"
"You have no idea."
We continued to thumb wrestle for a while in a comfortable silence, neither of us feeling the slightest bit tired. He had just pinned me down once again when my stomach decided to make itself known.
"Midnight snack?" Edward questioned, then chuckled as I nodded and tried to move off the couch without waking anyone up. He followed me not long after and we both made our way into the kitchen.
"You want anything?" He sat down on one of the barstools and I opened the fridge and grabbed a cold piece of pizza.
"Just waters fine." I put my pizza down on a plate, grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge and tossed it to him before continuing to eat.
"Wow, you aim's improved!"
"Again, time spent with Jake!"
"Right."
We sat in a comfortable silence for a while after that and I found myself thinking up lyrics to a song I had first started in the early hours of yesterday morning.
If no one will listen
If you decide to speak
If no one's left standing after the bombs
Before I knew it, I had the whole song down in my head and I just needed to get the lyrics down on paper. I was about to turn around and reach for the notepad and pen on the fridge when I saw Edwards's fingers gracefully moving on the marble bench top. I watched carefully and eventually came to the conclusion that like me, he was also brainstorming his music.
"It seems we're both late night composers!" He looked up, his beautiful emerald eye's filled with confusion. Then he looked back down to his fingers and smiled.
"Oh. You caught me."
"Don't worry, you're not the only one. I was doing a little bit of lyrical composition myself. Do you want to come with me to the studio so we can write all this down before we forget?"
"Sure." I grabbed my own bottle of water from fridge and we headed down the hallway together.
I flicked the light switch as we entered the room and quickly walked into the recording booth to grab some paper and a pen.
When I got back, Edward was sitting at the piano, lightly touching his fingers to the keys. I left him in his world and write down the lyrics that were swimming around in my head. When I was done, I looked up and found Edward smiling at me.
"Get it all down?"
"Actually, yes, I did. Did you finish your piece."
"Yes."
"Can I hear it?"
"If you really want, but you have to sing me you song."
"Okay."
He began to play the simple melody, but I quickly became filled with emotion. I found myself mesmerized by the tune and suddenly realized that it was perfect. It was the perfect melody, it held the perfect emotions, to go with the lyrics that I had just written.
Edward looked up at me ad he finished the song, and all I could do was smile.
"It's perfect!"
"Thank you."
"No, I mean, it's perfect. It works really well with the lyrics that I just wrote."
"Oh. That's great."
"Wait, you don't mind me using your composition do you?"
"No, not at all. If anything, I'd be honored that you'd even consider it."
"Do mind playing it again do I can go over the lyrics and make them fit?"
"Sure."
He played the piece again and I tweaked the chorus and verses so that the worked better with the music. By the time Edward had finished playing, the song was perfect.
"You ready to hear the song?" He nodded and started to play just as I started to sing.
Maybe no one told you there is strength in your tears
And so you fight to keep from pouring out
But what if you unlock the gate that keeps your secret soul
Do you think that there's enough that you might drown
If no one will listen
If you decide to speak
If no one's left standing after the bombs explode
If no one wants to look at you
For what you really are
I will be here still
No one can tell you where you alone must go
There's no one telling what you will find there
And, God, I know that fear that eats away at your bones
Screaming every step
Just stay here
If no one will listen
If you decide to speak
If no one's left standing after the bombs explode
If no one wants to look at you
For what you really are
I will be here still
If you find your fists are raw and red from beating yourself down
If your legs have given out under the weight
If you find you've been settling for a world of gray
So you wouldn't have to face down you own hate
If no one will listen
If you decide to speak
If no one's left standing after the bombs explode
If no one wants to look at you
For what you really are
I will be here still
If no one will listen
If you decide to speak
If no one's left standing after the bombs explode
If no one wants to look at you
For what you really are
I will be here still
I will be here still
"That was…" I couldn't find any words that did justice to what we had just done. Edward seemed to have the same problem.
"It was just…"
"Awesome!" The loud voice startled me and I jumped down from the stool. I turned around and saw Emmett, Jasper, Alice and Rose all standing in the doorway.
"Crap. Have you guys been standing there the whole time?"
"Yeah, but that's nothing to be ashamed of Bells, that was amazing." I let my loose hair fall over my face in an effort to hide my blush.
I heard the legs of the piano stool scrape against the wooden floor as Edward stood up and walked to stand beside me.
"Bella wrote the lyrics, I just played the piano."
"Just played the piano? If it wasn't for you, the song wouldn't have a melody!"
"It's not that big a deal." I wanted to slap him and tell him that it was a big deal, that I'd never been able to put my lyrics to music like that before, so simply, but I didn't. I just glared at him and turned back to the others.
"Sorry if we woke you guy's up."
"I'm glad you did. I wouldn't have wanted to miss that!"
"Yep." A sly grin appeared on Emmett's face. "And now that you did we can all go out for ice cream!"
"At four in the morning. Emmett, are you crazy?"
"I'm sure we can find a place!"
Amazing Ice-cream escapades up next…stay tuned…..and thanks for being patient with me…=)
Song:
If No One Will Listen – Kelly Clarkson……
If anyone has any song suggestions, please let me know…..thanks