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Edward
Alice and I were used to having millions of eyes staring at us. It had been that way for years, whether we liked it or not. That's just how the world took us. Whether it was good or not, I wasn't sure.
I held Bella's hand as she showed me to my first period class. It was the only class we didn't have together. Easily sustainable, but I would have liked it to be that we had all our classes together, but of course fate wouldn't give me a wish.
There were a lot of posters and flyers advertising the school's music program Bella was talking to me about. Though the art could have been much more appealing, it attracted me somehow.
"Bella," I said softly. She looked up at me with her gorgeous eyes. She was intoxicatingly beautiful.
"Yes?" She gave me a small smile, jolting my nerves quite a bit.
"You look beautiful today." She blushed red, but before she could say something, she looked up at the blonde girl who called her name. She ran over to Bella, pulling her into a tight embrace.
"Hey Bella, who's your delicious friend?" She asked, looking me over. Did she really just say that? Politely, I gave her a smile. Bella didn't look all too happy.
"Lauren, this is Edward. Edward, this is . . . Lauren." Lauren smiled, and Bella waited impatiently. There was a lot of tension between the two of them.
"Hello Lauren. It's a pleasure to meet you. It's always nice to meet Bella's new friends, seeing how I'm her boyfriend." Lauren's eyes opened wide.
"Well. so did not see that coming. Poor Jessica," Lauren said. "Aren't you lucky Bella?" Lauren said monotonous.
"Yeah," she said, taking my hand in hers. "Very lucky." I smiled down at her.
"Hmph," Lauren said, then walked away.
"Ooh, I hate her," Bella said when Lauren was out of earshot. I laughed at Bella, and she smiled.
"Why not? She seems . . ." I paused, looking for the right word to not be rude and insult someone I didn't know, "stable."
"More like sluttish, Edward. She is really mean to everyone. I hope she isn't mean to Alice. . ." Bella trailed off, looking forward. Her grip on my hand loosened as another blonde girl walked toward us.
"Bella what's the matter? You look scared." I asked her. She just looked forward, shaking her head.
"Bella," the blonde girl said. The burly boy next to her nodded at me. Politely, I nodded in return. "So, it's true. Jessica told me you were hiding the new students." She seemed polite, but by the tightening grip of Bella's hand, I was beginning to think otherwise.
"Well, Jessica isn't the most reliable source," Bella said softly. I added Jessica to my list of "People I Should Be Less Considerate to Because They Treat Bella like Shit". I mentally smiled at the really long title. I just hoped it didn't turn into a book.
"Well, are you going to introduce me?" The blonde girl asked. Her tone was pungent as she looked at me expectantly.
"Rosalie Hale, this is Edward Cullen. Edward, this is Rosalie." Bella cleared her throat, but I could feel her anger like little electric currents running through her hand.
"Well, Edward, how do you like the school?" She smiled effortlessly. Honestly, she was a very beautiful girl, but it had no effect on me. Rosalie just, simply, wasn't my type. She wasn't kind or sweet of warm like Bella was. Her Icy glare could freeze someone in their place. Gratefully, I was immune to her . . .unkind flirting.
"Rose, do you realize it's only nine?" Bella said. She was still unhappy. I snaked my arm around her waist, itching to kiss her lips. I'd grown accustomed to sneaking up on Bella with kisses when she'd least expected it.
"Well, then expect me to come back at lunch," she said to Bella. Rosalie smiled at me, then at Bella, but Bella's expression didn't change.
"Are we really that interesting?" I asked her. She smiled up at me.
"It's because you guys are new, not to mention the fact that both you and Alice are completely gorgeous." I leaned down and kissed her sweetly, feeling the stares of the envious girls on my back. It was rather disturbing, considering it was only my first day. It didn't usually start until like the week after. People were ruthless here.
Well, I endured my first period Spanish class, knowing all the things they were learning here since I had been put in lower level classes than the ones in Forks. All my classes were college level courses. Here, they were normal eleventh grade classes. I sat at an empty desk beside the guy Rosalie had been standing with and another guy with blond hair. Both of them were discussing a conversation they had with Alice. My ears perked, but only a little; there had to be a few Alice's here at this school.
"She sent me a picture of herself. I think she's really nice and kind. Bubbly, but I can deal with that," the blond guy said.
"Dude. She's probably more high maintenance than your sister. Yesterday, she said she saw the new kid and that Bella chick making out, and was totally heated. She whined for like an hour last night. 'Why doesn't he think I'm pretty, Emmett. I'm pretty right?' I thought my brain died." The blond guy laughed.
"Dude. No one said you had to like Rosalie," The blonde guy said back to him.
"Well when we're alone she's really sweet and stuff. Nice. She's not that regular psycho chick." Because of curiosity, I had to ask about Alice.
"Uh, excuse me," I said to them. They both turned around. "Not to be in your business, but were you guys talking about Alice Cullen?"
"Yeah. She's the new girl right?" The blonde guy asked me. I nodded. "I was hanging out with her in the mall yeasterday. Why? How do you know her?"
"She's my sister. We're twins."
"Oh," they said in unison. She blonde kid apologized.
"I'm Emmett. Sorry about Rosalie," Emmett said. I shrugged. "She could be a major bitch. She's used to having everyone after her, even if she's not available."
"Yeah, and I'm Jasper, Rose's brother. We're twins too. She's older though, by like a minute." I found that kind of funny.
"Alice is older by fifty four seconds," I said. Jasper smiled.
"Don't you hate it? And automatically, they think they can boss you around." I laughed, then, the teacher called me to his attention.
"Edward Cullen?" He asked. I looked up to him.
"Yes?"
"Umm, you have a schedule change. Right now, you need to head down to the music room. It's in the auditorium" I gathered my things and took my new schedule.
"That sucks," Emmett commented. "You're real shit, Edward."
"Thanks, I guess," I said, leaving.
As I headed down to the auditorium, there was someone playing the piano as I entered the enormous building. It was a soft sweet melody, something I could easily play. Her voice began, and it was a soft innocent high coloratora soprano melody. I stopped close the door, waiting for the girl to finish singing. Her song, this song was beautiful and appropriately named "Beautiful Disaster."
He drowns in his dreams
An exquisite extreme I know
He's as damned as he seems
And more heaven than a heart could hold
And if I try to save him
My whole world would cave in
It just ain't right
Lord, it just ain't right
Would it be beautiful?
Or just a beautiful disaster
Oh and I don't know
I don't know what he's after
But he's so beautiful
He's such a beautiful disaster
And if I could hold on
Through the tears and laughter
Lord, Would it be beautiful?
Or just a beautiful disaster
He's magic and myth
As strong as what I believe
A tragedy with
More damage than a soul should see
But do I try to change him
So hard not to blame him
Hold me tight
Hold me tight
Oh and I don't know
I don't know what he's after
But he's so beautiful
He's such a beautiful disaster
And if I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
I'm longing for love and the logical
But he's only happy, hysterical
I'm searching for some kind of miracle
Waited so long..
Waited So long.
He's soft to the touch
But frayed at the end he breaks
He's never enough
And still he's more than I can take
Oh and I don't know
I don't know what he's after
But he's so beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster
And if I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful?
Or just a beautiful disaster
He's beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster
It was a good five minutes until she did finish, but I didn't mind at all. But when I walked in, Bella was bowing on the stage, bloodred from blushing. Everyone was shouting and clapping, amazed by her sweet voice as I was. I thought she was so adorable how she was blushing from her amazing performance.
"Okay," the woman playing the piano said, "do you want to continue onto your next piece, Bella?" I walked to the stage, climbing the stairs. She saw me, then turned her attention back to Bella. I was hopoing she'd say yes. Bella should sing forever with that beautiful voice of hers.
"Yes, Miss Victoria. I would like to continue. But it's a really long song, about six minutes," Bella said.
"Well, in that case," Miss Victoria looked to me, "can you come froward?" I did, walking to the front of the classroom. Miss Victoria walked to my side. "Everyone, this is Edward Cullen. He is going to be the accompanist for our Chamber Choir. Say 'hello' class." There was a chorus of 'hellos' and 'what's up's. I nodded to their acknolegements, wondering where I'd be sitting.
"Edward, you can sit at the piano." I did, watching Bella turn red. Well, more red than she already was. "There is the sheet music for Bella's solos and the class reperatoire for the entire year. I assume you've take private lessons for quite some time?"
"Yes, since I was four," I responded. Bella smiled. I gave her a smile in return. She flooded with blood again.
"Well, then this stuff should be easy for you, and I assume you can sightread?" Miss Victoria pressed.
"Yes, very well, actually," I said with a crooked smile.
"Good. Bella, start with "Think of Me". Phantom of the Opera?
Bella looked at her sheet music, clearing her throat and taking on the correct singing posture. I looked for the sheet music labled "Think of Me," then looked at Bella so she could acknowledge me when she was ready. She turned, gave me a small nod and I began to play the accompaniment.
Think of me,
think of me, fondly,
when we've said
goodbye.
Remember me
once in a while -
please promise me
you'll try.
When you find
that, once
again, you long
to take your heart back
and be free -
if you
ever find
a moment,
spare a thought
for me ...
We never said
our love
was evergreen,
or as unchanging
as the sea -
but if
you can still
remember,
stop and think
of me ...
Think of all the things
we've said and seen -
don't think about the way
things might have been ...
Think of me,
think of me waking,
silent and
resigned.
Imagine me,
trying to hard
to put you
from my mind.
Recall those days,
look back on
all those times,
think of the things
we'll never do -
there will
never be
a day, when
I won't think
of you ...
It skipped over the male voice part, and Bella kept on singing, her voice the most beautiful I'd ever heard.
We never said
our love
was evergreen
or as unchanging
as the sea -
but please
promise me,
that sometimes,
you wil think. . . .
She hesitated, and honestly, it scared me. I wasn't sure if she be able to hit a note that high on the scale, but of course, she surprises me all the time.
of me!
She hels the note infinitessimally, as it should have been, but then stopped to breathe.
Everyone aplauded, and there was even hollering going on in the audience. She bowed and then she looked at me, her face blood red. I thought it was so cute how she was so embarrassed by her amazing talent.
"Great! Bella, it was wonderful!" Miss Victoria chimed from the audience. I stood up, walkinng over to her and giving her a well earned embrace. Not that she would ever have to earn me. I was already hers, and she knew that.
"You were beautiful Bella."
"Oh! great! you know each other?" Miss Victoria asked.
"Yes. Edward is my boyfriend," Bella admitted. Miss Victoria's eyes opened wide. What was so wrong with Bella that I couldn't be with her? What was so great about the rest of the population of the other girls at this school?
"Oh," she said with a tone of surprise. It was really starting to annoy me that she was classified as inadequate to be with someone like me. No one even knew me.
"Yeah, so we'll be able to practice frequently." Bella smiled at Miss Victoria, then gathered her things from the stage then she took my hand. We made it out of class, walking to our next, which, luckily, didn't change. We had that class together.
Throughout the day, Bella and I talked and deeply got to know each other. She was the kindest heart to ever grace this planet, and I was sure glad to know her.
"Edward," Bella said when she closed the door to her bedroom. She motioned for me to follow her to her bed. I sat at the edge, while she plugged her iPod into it's speakers. It was Evancescence playing. Bella sat down, then she fell back. She was silent, her eyes closed. So, I couldn't help it.
Bella's body was perfect. There was no flaw anywhere, as she breathed in and out peacefully. Her legs were long, as was her midsection, all of her clothing fitting perfectly to her. She was absolutely gorgeous, and I mentally scolded myself for thinking about taking her clothes off.
She opened her eyes and smiled briefly.
"Bella, what's the matter?" I asked her.
"Nothing," she lied.
"You're not a great liar," I commented. She smiled and hit my arm playfully.
"I know. I just- I'm really tired. I've been having nightmares for the past few nights and I'm not sleeping all that great." She yawned. She tucked herself underneath her blankets. I stood up.
"Where are you going?" she asked, fright coloring her voice.
"I thought you wanted to sleep."
"I do."
"Then?"
"You don't have to leave. Come lay with me. Open the door so Renee and Phil know it's innocent." I stared at her in disbelief, but complied. How could I have not. She looked so sweet.
I crawled into bed next to her, kicking off my sneakers. Though she had slept over my house two nights before, we hadn't been this close. We kept our actions innocent. After all she was there for Alice.
She hugged close to me, her arms around my waist. Believe it or not, we actually fell asleep.
Listen (listen) Listen (listen)
Listen to each drop of rain (listen listen)
whispering secrets in vain, (listen listen)
Frantically searching for someone to hear
their story before they hit ground.
Please don't let go!
Can't we stay for awhile?
It's just too hard to say goodbye.
Listen to the Rain!
Listen listen listen ... to the Rain
Weeping.
Listen (listen) Listen (listen)
Listen (listen) Listen (listen)
I stand alone in the storm.
Suddenly sweet words take hold:
"Hurry!" they say, "for you haven't much time!
"Open your eyes to the love around you;
"you may feel you're alone,
"but I'm here still with you.
"You can do what you dream,
"just remember to
"Listen to the Rain."
Listen..
I wanted to make it sweet. I'm proud of it. Oh, and btw, I'm changing the rating to like "T". If you want smut, read my other stories. They're filled.