AN: We would like to thank Hadley Hemingway soooo much for cleaning this up, she's the reason you guys get to read it. Thanks to Jan for pre-reading.

Super special thanks to Nicffwhisperer for rec'ing Smoke on the Water on TLS last week. Hi TLS readers!

Huge thanks to Redtini for rec'ing this little fic on her new story Going Down, last chapter. Hi Redtini readers!

EPOV

It's been three weeks since I talked to Charlie Swan and still no word from Bella.

Nothing, zilch, nada.

I think even Em's figured out that something went on between us. He's constantly trying to bring her up and feel me out, but I don't want him to feel any guiltier than he already does, so I brush his questions aside. Act like it was nothing.

It wasn't nothing, though. It was everything.

It's Saturday again. The day I've chosen to drown my sorrows. I'm a stand-up guy who met a girl and fell in love, only to have her run out on me. I deserve one night a week to feel sorry for myself.

After my morning shower, I go ahead and get breakfast on the table and wakeup Em. He's been acting a little funny lately and has that phone glued to his hand. I can tell he's up to something, but I haven't figured it out yet.

"Mornin'," I say, as he ambles up to the table.

He gives me a huge smile and digs in. After clearing his plate … three times, he turns to me. "So, what's on the agenda today?" he asks.

"Well, like usual, I plan on goin' to the Piggly Wiggly and doin' the grocery shoppin', then gettin' online and payin' some bills. Why? What you got goin' on?"

"Just gonna hang here, I guess. Figure we can chill again tonight?" he poses it as a question.

"Sure. We can order pizza or somethin' else this time. I'll let you decide." He's been staying 'round the house more here lately and I don't know what to make of it. Guess I should be glad he wants to spend time with me though.

I get up and load the dishwasher then head to my room for my wallet and keys. On the way back through, I holler to let him know I'll be back in a bit.

After I've got what groceries we need, I head over to the beer aisle to get my weekly twelve pack. As I'm standing there trying to decide if I'm gonna get the regular Bud or the Bud Light Lime, I hear some commotion beside me.

When I look over, I see a few teenage girls standing there, whispering amongst themselves and glancing towards me every few seconds. I don't know what to make of it, so I just grab the Bud and head to the register. I can be adventurous next time.

"Excuse me, excuse me?" I hear one of 'em call after me.

I pause and turn to face 'em. They can't be no more than fifteen, so I'm a little confused as to why they'd stop me. "Yeah?" I acknowledge the group.

"Aren't you Emmett Cullen's brother, Edward?" one of the girls asks.

Ah, so they know Em, must be some girls from the middle school. "Yeah, I am. What can I do for ya?"

They all sigh and I'm even more confused. Then a different one speaks up, "It's so dreamy what you did, singin' that song to Bella. And Emmett, what did he do to apologize for?" I stand there staring at the group like they done lost their minds. I don't know what Em's got up to now, but I have a feeling these girls do.

"Ah, I don't know. Em's always up to somethin'," I tell 'em, 'cause I'm still a little lost. "Why don't you tell me 'bout it and I might can fill ya in on what I know."

"Well, you were part of it," one of the girls points out. I guess she thinks I'm being coy.

"Okay, and if you tell me what I was a part of, I might can help ya out with what'cha wanna know."

"Oh come on, dude. You sang that song to Bella Swan and put it on YouTube. If ya don't wanna tell us about it, just say so," the same girl gripes.

Sang a song and put it on YouTube? What the fuck! "Wait a minute, you said I sang a song to… Bella"—I have to pause for a second at the sound of her name falling from my lips—"and put it on YouTube?"

Several of the girls roll their eyes, but I'm like a dog with a bone now. I want answers. I pull out my phone and load up YouTube, then hand it to the girl. "Show me," I demand.

She looks frustrated with me, but does what I say. After finding what she's looking for, she presses play and passes me my phone back. I pretty much ignore them now as I watch the video.

Dammit! Emmett must've recorded me singing when I was drunk. Then he recorded himself apologizing to Bella and posted it. He might've meant well, but he had no business doing this. I'm going to skin him alive!

I just leave my stuff right where it is. No way can I deal with standing in line to pay for everything until I get to the bottom of this mess.

Still looking down at the phone, I make my way out of the store. When I do look up, I freeze.

Standing in the Piggly Wiggly parking lot is Bella.

I'm stuck stupid and can't move. She runs over and throws her arms around me hugging me for all she's worth.

I'm still frozen, so when I don't hug her right away she pulls back and looks embarrassed. "Sorry 'bout that," she says, and nervously tucks her hair behind her ear.

I come out of my stupor and notice people are starting to gawk at us.

"What'chu doin' here?" I ask.

She rocks back and forth on her feet as she looks around at the people milling about. "Um, can we go somewhere and talk?"

Of course I can't tell her no. I don't even want to. "Yeah, sure. You wanna ride with me?"

She looks sheepish again. "Well, I sorta have to since I had Alice drop me off."

"Alice?" I question.

"My manager, but I'll explain all that later." She gives me a small smile.

I can't believe I'm actually looking at her. She's here and not just in my dreams. Real and in person. This just might be the day I been waiting on.

I offer her a smile in return. "Follow me," I say, as I place my hand on her lower back and guide her toward my truck.

When I get to my pick-up, I lead her to the passenger side and open the door. After we're both in, I turn to her. "Do ya mind if we wait 'til we get where we're goin' to talk? I don't want to be drivin' while we have this conversation."

"No, that's fine."

I start the truck, crank up the stereo, and back outta my space, but as I turn to drive us away, I notice that same group of girls standing there with their phones pointed at us, following our every move.

Fuck my life!

How you think this talk might go? See you soon ;)