By: miztrezboo

Prompts: Rick Astley, Darth Vadar/Storm Troopers and possibly a few more

Disclaimer: SM's playground, I just took her Bella and Edward and squeezed them a little all in the name of Ninapolitan's birthday. Huge kisses, hugs, and specially dug burrows for my betafish ilsuocantante for busting her comma kicking butt on this one within minutes of me filling her box.

"Bella."

Nope. Not opening an eyelid.

"Bella, wake the fuck up!"

"Fuck off, Alice. It can't have been more than two hours since my head hit this pillow and if you think you're going to drag me up out of my comfy ass bed for one of your 'Jasper's done something really fucking cute that'll make you wanna vomit discussions. I'm not." I rolled onto my side, pulling the near threadbare Darth Vader bedsheets over my head.

Step one of operation Rid Myself of Edward: burn these fucking ugly sheets he said we had to have when he found them in that cute second hand store when we visited my parents. Fucking child. Though he had looked utterly adorable, his face all lit up like a kid at Christmas when he'd run from one end of the small store to the other to show me his find.

No. I broke up with him. No thinking of the cute way his green eyes sparkled and how that one little dimple on his left cheek would deepen with his crooked smile. No, staying on task. He was immature. I was looking for something that was going somewhere. Not a thirty two year old man-boy living in his parents' basement.

"Isabella Marie Swan get up out of your fucking bed and come see what your boyfriend," I stopped her rant by throwing back the covers and giving her the stink eye, "Fine, ex boyfriend is doing outside our window."

I opened my other eyelid, squinting at the neon red lights on my bedside alarm clock. Three am. I had been wrong earlier about only having put my head down on the pillow two hours ago. I'd arrived back from Edwards at two and, after having the world's fastest shower, I was in bed twenty minutes later. What the hell couldn't wait until... well at least the sun was up?

Hadn't four hours of him begging on hands and knees not to leave him been enough of an embarrassment? That and the fact that I literally had to get his older brother Emmett to pull his hands from off of my ankle as I'd tried in vain to shuffle toward the front door. Hadn't he had enough of a hit on his dignity for one day?

"Bella, seriously. You need to get up and talk to him. He's been out there since about fifteen minutes after you got home. Didn't you hear him calling your name?" she asked, her short black hair sticking up all over the place which made me wonder if my newly ex and his insane mission to talk to me had either woken her up or stopped her mid-coital fun time with Jasper.

I yawned, stretching my hands over my head as I padded in just a tank top and boy shorts over to my bay window, overlooking the street.

Oh. My. God.

John fucking Cusack eat your heart out.

"Fuck me," I whispered, feeling Alice's body come up beside mine as we pressed our noses against the cold window pane.

Edward was wearing what appeared to be a tan trenchcoat over a thin white tee, black sweat pants and high top black Nikes. From the street lamp light nearby, I could just make out something that looked like a large grey box by his feet.

"I told you, right? He may be a little immature Bells, but I'll say one thing. The boy's got cahones being outside at this hour of the morning. It's gotta be at least ten degrees out there. And this is Chicago, so it's even less than that with the wind chill factor." She giggled, her frame vibrating with what I guessed was excitement beside me.

"ISABELLA!"

Oh sweet smelling baby Jesus. He's calling up to my window like some bizarre Romeo and Juliet moment.

"BELLA! BELLLAAAAAAAA!" Nope, strike that. I've suddenly become Stella in A Streetcar Named Desire.

When did my life become a series of musicals? Fuck I have to cancel that TNT subscription before I start breaking into fucking song because I my lipgloss ran out or some guy who was obviously gay didn't return my affections.

And I had to now stop watching Fox too. Fuck my life.

"What should I do?" I whispered to the bouncing Alice beside me.

"Go see what he wants, I guess?"

"I'm not going out there! It's that fucking cold I can see his nipples through his shirt from up here!" Edward was staring up at my window, one hand dragging through his shaggy bronze mop as his eyes searched for a sign that I was indeed watching.

I squealed and jumped as Alice's ice cold fingers pinched at the skin showing above my hip. My eyes left Edward's for a moment to glare at my so called best friend. I flicked her bony elbow, "That fucking hurt, bitch!"

She rolled her eyes, and before I could stop her, she'd flipped open the latch and thrown up my window.

"She's listening, Romeo you better make this good!"

"Alice!" I whispered, flicking her again before wrapping my arms around my body against the freezing air from outside. Edward wasn't the only one with high beams right now.

"Bella, baby! I'm so sorry! Please, please let me make it up to you! We'll move out! We'll buy a goldfish and call him Ernie just like you wanted!"

"Edward, I've heard all of this before!" I shouted to the street, figuring the neighbors were probably already awake and pissed off by his earlier yelling, why not give them a good show?

I shoved the still giggling pixie at my side out of the road and moved to pull down the wooden frame back down.

"No! Wait! Just... hold on!" he called up, one hand in the air signalling me to stop.

I sighed, it couldn't hurt. Then again, I was fucking cold and tired and listening to him make empty promises wasn't what I expected to be doing after dumping his sorry ass only a few hours before.

My hands were on the sill, fingertips pressed against the cold glass when I heard it.

"We've know each other for so long,
Your hearts been aching,
But you're too shy to say it,
Inside we both know what's been going on,
We know the game and were gonna play it."

He couldn't even play it from the begining. I smirked, hearing Alice let out a high pitched squeal that set off several dogs down our street.

Edward. My stupid ass, can't get himself out of bed before ten in the morning, wannabe muso but won't play anything but The Cure covers, still wears Storm Trooper pyjamas to bed, wouldn't buy a new pair of glasses because the lenses were still scratch free but the frames were being held together by more scotch-tape than actual metal frame, never ever worked out apart from playing Wii on his couch but still maintained a perfectly ripped body, unbelievably amazing in the sack (ten orgasms in one night is nothing to be ashamed about), beautiful, silly, annoying, funny, spontaneous, sexy ex boyfriend was outside on my street. Playing my song. Our song. To try and win me back.

My Edward, was reenacting the one movie that we both enjoyed watching over and over outside my window in the middle of one of the coldest winters Chicago had ever seen.

A Boom box, that was probably an original from the eighties over his head, Rick Astley booming his tinny, heart felt words up to me.

"And if you ask me how I'm feeling,
Don't tell me you're too blind to see."

I couldn't help the giggles. I couldn't help the tears that filled my eyes, or moving my hand off the frame to wipe at them from my cheeks before they turned to ice. Edward, realizing he now had my complete attention, placed the box at his feet. He turned the sound down before opening his mouth to sing the last words in his velvety, whiskey raw tenor.

"Never gonna give you up,
Never gonna let you down,
Never gonna run around and desert you,
Never gonna make you cry,
Never gonna say goodbye,
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you."

My teeth worried at my bottom lip, I was vaguely aware of Alice making swoon worthy noises beside me. I was focused on one only one thing. The words he was singing and the truth in the meaning behind them. Edward was many things, but I'd never, ever doubted his love for me, his trust in us. It was me that had doubts, that let people like the skank Tanya Denali in my office put thoughts of an unattainable future into my head. I was so freaking wrong to let her get to me.

"Edward?" I called out once he'd finished, the last words fading into the cold winter night.

He looked up at the window and I could see the hope shining in his eyes, the shy way he shoved his empty hands deep into his pockets, waiting on my next words with baited breath.

I smiled wide, knowing the answer in my heart.

"The doors unlocked, come up."

He was a dork. But he was my dork after all.

And what girl can't resist a little Rick Astley serenade at three am?

A/N2: I've NEVER been able to see anything Rick Astley without thinking of his Fedora and Bella dancing for him in The Bella Swan Diaries.. or look at a Hotdog ever the same since..

Happy Birthday Nina!!