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Summery: What if instead of bella spending all her money on the bikes she buys a new 

paino and

has it sent to the Cullen house. What if Bella teachs herself how to play the
paino because she misses her lullaby so much. What if she started working on
her own song? What if Edward was coming back to see bella but he hears the most
beautiful thing he has ever heard coming from his old house. What will he do
when he finds out who it is??



ok so this is going to be my first fan fic. I was going to have someone else write this but i have desided to write this story myself. so tell me what you think so far. and if i should continue to write this story.

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thanks im working on it
LOVE IT!
i love ur idea!!!!!
plz post more!!!!
this is awesome !!,,soo sweet,,can't wait for next chapter !!
ok guys i just finished up the next chapter, Im going to have my beta review it first and as soon as she is done then i will have it up. so hopefully it will be up soon
can't wait for more.
i love it!!!!!!!!!!!!! post more soon plzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Love the idea. Keep writing. : )
wow! it is so touching, i love it.
ok everyone here is chapter two I hope you like it... please let me know what you think.

I couldnt have done it without my beta mel. she is from another site. shes the best


Ch. 2 BPOV
After making all the calls I finally brought a piano, I got a baby grand, because, well let’s face it, I can’t afford a grand, even after using all of my college fund. I’m having it sent to the Cullen’s house; I know that I’m going to have problems when I first get to the house, because I miss there so much, but I didn’t have anywhere else to put it. I can’t have it here for one, we have no room and two, Charlie would freak. He would ask how I got the money and I haven’t exactly told him that I’m not going to go to college. And I really don’t want to bring that up quite yet. So, the piano is going to be delivered around 2, and its 11am now. I got lucky because they just started doing deliveries on Saturdays; it really would have sucked if I would have had to skip school, because then Charlie would have known about this.

I need to go and get dressed and head over there because I wanted to straighten up before the delivery men get there. I headed up to the shower knowing that the hot water would relax me a bit... I don’t know why I’m so nervous, but I am. By the time I got out of the shower it was already noon. I didn’t realize that I had taken such a long shower but I did, so now I’m running around my room getting dressed.

These are the days where I wish Alice was here so I didn’t have to mess with my clothes; it would go so much faster. But she’s not, so I just grab some jeans and a T-Shirt and ran down the stairs. Charlie is already at work so I don’t have to worry about telling him where I’m going. I snag my keys from the table and run to my truck.

On the drive to the Cullen’s the butterflies are getting more intense. To see all of the memories that had happened in that house in just the short time that I had known them. I’m now in the drive way; the house comes in to view and I realized that I’m crying... not only because I miss Edward, which I do... I miss him so much. He was the stars in my sky, so now that he’s gone I walk around in the dark all the time. I also miss everybody else as well.

I miss my best friend, Alice. I miss my goofy older brother, Emmett. Esme my second mother, who took care of me and who was more of a mother, in ways, than my own mom. I miss Jasper; we were not very close but I still miss him. And I have never blamed him for what happened. It is what he did before he changed his lifestyle. I mean if you’re a coke addict and someone comes up and sticks a little by your nose, what are you going to do? It takes a long time to get over something you’re addicted to, and Jazz just had a slight fall back.

I miss Carlisle, my second father; the man I could always talk to about anything. Even Rose, I know she doesn’t like me, I never knew why, but I knew she would have had her own reasons. But I still miss her.

After I got done with the crying, I turned off my truck and started to walk to the house. I got to the front door, paused took a deep breath, and then went in. It looked exactly the same as it had before they left, all but the piano. I was expecting the broken piano to still be there, but it’s not. They must have cleaned it up before they left. Now that I don’t have to clean up the house I’m going to walk around until they get here.


After walking through the kitchen and the living room I realized that nothing was really still there. They really didn’t leave anything when they left. They left the couches and some of the bigger things, like they didn’t have time to take it all. They must have left so suddenly; maybe they didn’t want to leave. I started to walk up stairs, looking in the rooms as I went. I went into Carlisle’s office, and looked at what he had left; really only the paintings, and a few books. It made me feel like I was back here five months ago with Edward, when he was telling me about how he would not live without me…look how that turned out.

I started to walk to the other rooms. I opened the doors to Alice’s, Esme’s, and Rose’s bedrooms, but I would not go in because I just felt like it was disrespectful. I looked in though and they looked so empty. It made me feel sick to my stomach. It just felt so wrong.

I walked on and came across the door I was a little scared to open. But I made myself do it anyway. I opened Edwards’ door and just stood there for a moment. It felt like it was my room as well, and for some reason my feet just started to walk in. I looked around; there was nothing inside but the couch. I started walking to it, but I tripped over my own feet and landed on my hands and knees in front of the couch. “I’m going to feel that in the morning,” I whispered to myself.

I was about to get up when something caught my attention from under the couch. I reached for it and pulled it out; it was a folder. I opened it and I was so shocked by what I could see. It was all the music that Edward has ever written even Clair de Lune. I started to look through it for my lullaby. Thinking about how much easier it will be to learn, play and hear it, if i have the music to look at; but my luck- it’s not there. He took that piece away.

I wonder if he was going to take his music but forgot it... but why would he not have my song in there? Was he trying to make it as I have never existed for him, like he had tried to do for me? And if so, did it work? Because I’m as sure as an elephant’s trunk is long, that it did not work for me.

I was so deep in thought that I didn’t realize that someone was pounding on the door. I looked at the time and it was 2pm already; I couldn’t believe I had spent that much time looking around. I got up and ran to get the door.

There were 3 big guys at the door.
“Hello,” I said to them.
“Hi,” all three of them said in unison, “where would you like the piano?” one of them asked; I didn’t see which one said it.
“Over there,” I told them. Pointing to where the old one had once been.
“Ok,” they said.
“I will be right back, I need to go get something from upstairs,” I said and they nodded. I ran upstairs to get my purse which I had put down so I could give them a tip.

When I reached the room I grabbed my purse, and was about ready to leave when I saw the folder again. I just stare at it; not sure if I should take it or leave it where it is. I hear the guys set the piano down, so with a split second to think I grab it.

Running down the stairs I trip again, but this time I catch myself. When I look up I just stop. Everything stood still; I stopped breathing, I didn’t even hear the man talking to me. I was just looking at the piano…

It was the same one from my dream. Everything about it was the same. Well everything except the size that is. This one was just a bit smaller... but other than that I would have guessed I was back in my dream.

“Ma’am?” the man said gaining my attention. “Is there anything else we can do for you?” He said smiling at me with kind of a creepy smile, like the ‘I think you’re so hot and want to get with that’ smile. I got a bit weirded out, but I smiled politely and told him ‘no’ and gave them a tip.

They left after that, but not before Creeper handed me the receipt which also happened to have his name and number on it. His name was Jesse; that just gave me the willies.

I looked up and I was staring at the piano again. But this time I am compelled to walk over to it, to touch it, so I did. I placed my hand on the top of it. It was amazing I couldn’t believe that this was mine. I know I don’t like gifts, and I don’t like to spend money, but I couldn’t help it; this just feels like something I have to do.

I sit down at the bench, place my hands above the keys like they were in my dream, and I pushed down the same key as I did in my dream... and... it ...was...
Absolutely loved it!
well thank you

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