The Twilight Twenty-Five

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Prompt: 4

Pen Name: Glitterb1234

Pairing/Character(s): Edward+Bella

Rating: T

Word Count: 426

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They looked so sad, sitting all lone on the stage like that. Instruments weren't supposed to just sit around, they were supposed to be played, to make music, to be loved and cherished by their owners.

That wasn't going to happen any more though. We were over. The band was no more, our chances were destroyed, and the instruments were just the collateral damage from our fallout. Tomorrow the guys would come back for their guitars, and Alec would pick up his drum kit from my garage, and it would all be final.

I sat morosely on the bar stool, staring at the stage as the janitor swept the same patch in the corner of the room over and over, trying to get me to leave. I ignored him.

The heavy metal door of the club creaked open, and when I tore my eyes away from the rejected instruments I was startled to see shy little Bella Swan coming through it, biting her lip nervously the way she always seemed to when I was around.

"Hey Edward," she said quietly, smiling at me shyly.

"Hi," I replied, unable to keep from sounding depressed.

She sat beside me and gave me a sympathetic look. "I heard what happened."

I cringed. "Already?"

She nodded. "Demitri put out an announcement on Facebook."

I groaned and buried my face in my hands.

Then jumped a little when Bella's soft little hand came to rest on my forearm.

"They're jerks," she said bluntly. "You're better than them anyway. They were always making mistakes, and I overheard Felix say they were doing it on purpose to try and trip you up."

I was outraged. "He said that? That little... Wait," I eyed her speculatively. "You've heard us play?"

She blushed delicately, pushing her thick black glasses up her nose and nodding. "I never miss a show if I can help it. There's only two I haven't seen."

I gaped at her. I never would have imagined she would like my music; it didn't strike me as her sort of thing. Then again, I didn't really know her; she'd only been in Forks for a year and we never spoke.

Bella smiled at me sweetly, and I wondered why I'd never seen how pretty she was before now.

"How about I take you out for some commiseration ice cream? My treat, of course." she said, looking at me hopefully.

I slipped my hand into hers, grinning when she gasped.

"Let's go," I said, and when we walked outside my head was high.