The Middle (Edward and Bella Fan Fiction)

This is a song fan fic about the song The Middle by Jimmy Eat World. E&B. All Human.

Info:

Emmett, Alice, Rosalie, and Jasper are all good friends. Bella has no friends. Emmett is with Rosalie and Jasper is with Alice. Alice and Emmett are Edwards cousins.

Bpov

I woke up and almost went back to bed, because I know exactly what was to come.

School.

I love to learn, I love to read, I love almost all things academic. I am a huge nerd, but I DON'T love the people I go to school with. Lately, well actually ever since I started Forks High School, I have been picked on, I have been hurt (emotionally), I have been called names, and I know why too. I don't wear tight clothes, I don't cheer-lead, I'm really clumsy, I wear thick glasses in class, I'm a bookworm, I get straight A's all the time, I don't cheat, I don't lie, I don't steal, and I'm shy. For some sick and twisted reason they almost hate me for it.

Most girls at the school don't like me, I would say hate, but they don't know me well enough to hate me. The ones who don't have a problem me say hi but never really want to get to know me, and they know if they did the popular kids who do most of the picking on me would do the same to them.

Last year for about four months last year a girl named Angela was here and she became my friend, but after we left she couldn't find the time to keep in touch with me.

Almost all the boys at the school think its funny to pick on me about my glasses, all the books I read, how "goody-two-shoes" I am, all the times I fall, and the girls do the same thing only harsher.

I HATE SCHOOL.

But I have to go. I'm going to make something of myself one day, and if staying with those horrid people is what it takes, I can hold out. Its been a little harder lately though. I started to get my figure and other things like that more over last summer, so the girls in the school wanted me to cheer-lead. I told them no, I'm the klutz of the century. When I told them that they got even meaner. I think they even got their jock boyfriends in on it too, because every time I have PE they are there, and think its more hysterical than normal when I trip on my own feet and pick on me.

By now I was pulling out of the drive way in my old truck (something else they pick on me for) and I sighed heavely before blasting my music. It's the one thing that helps. It's the one thing that realates to me. Its a lot of my motivation. It's what I love. I was now listening to Welcome To Welcom To My Life by Simple Plan.

~Well you don't know what its like
When nothing feels alright,
Well you don't know what its like to be me
To be hurt
To fell lost To be left out in the dark
To be kicked when your down
Feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
And no ones there to save you
Well you don't know what it's like
Welcome To My Life...~

It's one of my favorite songs. I sang it loud. A few more songs played and I was pulling up to the school parking lot. I squeezed my eyes shut and got ready for what I knew would come. I stepped out of my truck and shut the door. It made a loud noise and I tripped getting out.

Oh no

The laughter and pointed fingers were all directed at me. I wanted to run, but i knew that would only make me fall. I held the sides of my jacket and started toward my first class. As I walked quickly down the hall and saw a clock as I went.

Great I'm early

I turned sharply and fell. Luckily no one was around that time. I walked straight to the music room.

When I got there I went over to the bleachers. There was a small space between it and the wall, and that's always where I go. I sat on the floor with my knees to my chest and a tear ran down my face. It was not because of this one time. It was all of the times like these added up. After a while it just started over whelming me, all I could do WAS cry. I didn't sob, but the tears flowed freely.


I heard something heavy hit floor and I instantly drew my knees closer to my body. I then heard soft cords on the piano. I was surprised, but stayed where I was.

The first few chords flowed into a beautiful complex piece. It was beyond beautiful. I didn't move for more then ten minutes and just listened to the music. It was happy then it got sadder until it was deep with the emotion. I cried more then. It reminded me of myself when I started this school until now. I mean, of course I had a few happy times, but that's how I felt when I was here. I know every second someone was looking at me, glaring, laughing, or other things like that.

The tears flowed a little heavier now, and the song was coming to a stop. On the last few soft, quiet cords, I sniffed as the tears fell. I dont think it was loud, but after a few seconds I heard the piano bench move back and I knew I would be found.

Why me?

I heard footsteps, but I didn't dare look up. If it was anyone in any of my classes, they would just mock me for crying. The footsteps got louder and a quiet, velvety voice asked, "Are you okay miss?"

Just from the sound of his voice I knew I had never met him, I would remember that voice. I looked up, not caring about the tears that stained my face and said, "Honestly? No I'm not. I very rarely okay here."

When I looked up I was instantly struck be his. . .beauty. I know men are suppose to be called handsome, but he looked more like a work of art. I looked down at my knees and flushed. It is way to easy to make me blush, my thoughts alone can do it apparently.

"Are you the girl who fell out of her truck earlier?"

My first blush rolled into the next.

He HAD to see that didn't he?

"Yes," I said quietly.

"I'm sorry. I wanted to come over and help you, but my friends got to me first and when I looked back up you were gone. That must have been horrible."

I could not understand his want to help, very few people have tried to help me up, and they are usually caught by one of the other kids first. "Yes it was, but things like that happen to me often. Some times its worse, or sometimes I just trip when I walk. But the outcome is always the same, rude comments, pointed fingers and laughter."

"Why?"

"I don't know. Maybe because I'm a nerd, I ware glasses in class, I get straight A's, I told them I wouldn't be a cheerleader, I'm the clumsiest person that ever walked, I read all the time, I don't lie, cheat, or steal, the list goes on forever." I didn't mean to be so honest, but it all just fell from my lips so easily, it might be because I had never had to say those things before.

"None of those sound like such a bad thing to me. I'm very sorry though. I wish I could help, but I graduate tomorrow night and I have enough credits as it is so I don't have to come in until graduation. What grade are you in? I dont think I've ever seen you around."

At first I was happy he didn't think whoI am is a bad thing, then I was thanking God summer brake was so soon, I don't know how I had not realized it before, but then I was upset. I would never see this beautiful stranger again.

"That's okay I think I can make it through the last day," II hope, "I'm in the tenth grade, but luckily I plan on switching schools next year. The only reason why I haven't already is because of my dad." I would NOT let him stop me this year. Last year wasn't half as bad as this year.

He looked like he was thinking for a few minutes. I understand why, if you were never going to see me again and knew all of this what would you say?

"I hope things work out better for you next year. I know the kids in your classes this year are some of the worst. In elementary school I had to straighten them out myself with the help of my friends Emmett and Jasper more then a few times. Especially Mike, Eric, and Tyler. My friends Alice and Rosalie took care of Jessica, Lauren, and the other girls who caused trouble."

"That's good. I wish someone was brave enough to do that now. I would have if I wasn't their top target, it would do nothing but make it worse."

"I would have helped if I had known." He said with regret leaking into his voice. I couldn't tell if I was happy he wanted to help me or if I thought he just pitied me. It has to be pity.

"I have a feeling that you would have. You seem like that kind of person, but don't worry about it now. You cant change the past. . .No one can." I looked down at my jeans and noticed they now have a hole from getting caught on my truck. I looked at it while he mumbled, "I wish I could have." but I dont think I was suppose to hear.

"The piece you played was beautiful. Who wrote it?"

"I did."

"Really? That's amazing. How did you learn to play like that?"

He sighed and said, "Lots of practice and hard work, the writing just comes to me."

"That's so cool. I wish I could do something like that. I just love music, I cant play it."

"It's not a big a deal, I love to play. Music is everything to me, I don't know what I would do without it." I was surprised, that's exactly what I feel.

"I dont think I could do anything without it."

"I agree." he said with a crooked grin.

I was momentarily speechless. He cant be real. Oh well, if I'm going to go crazy I'm at least going to enjoy the ride.

"What's your name?" Oh, I didn't even think about that.

"Isabella Swan," I answered instantly,"but I prefer Bella."

"That's a beautiful name Bella." Say my name again is all I wanted to tell him, but I just blushed and told him thank you.

"My name is Edward Cullen. A certified nerd, after skipping six and seventh grade , I'm in a band, I write music, I paint, I play piano and guitar, I have a few good friends, and I do other assorted, boring things."

I laughed loudly and was more than surprised. He was too good looking to be a nerd.

"Hmm, I don't know if I believe you, you really skipped two grades?" That would make him around my age.

"Yes. Why wouldn't you believe me?" He asked, confused.

"You don't look like a nerd to me and if you were a nerd people would mess with you too. Not half as much as me most likely but still."

He shook his head from side to side and laughed for a few moments."You of all people should know looks have nothing to do with knowlage, and people know I won't take their crap and neither will my friends."

"I understand that but what did you mean about the first part?" What did he mean 'you of all people'?

He gave me an expression like it was blindingly obvious and said, "Bella your a very beautiful girl, you had to have known that." I blushed. That wasnt at all what I was expecting, mind you, I really don't know what I was expecting him to say. He couldn't really think I'm pretty could he? -No, he can't.

"Um thank you, but I dont think so, your pity is appreciated though."

"I'm not pitying you Bella, thats the honest truth." he sounded like he meant it, but I couldn't bring myself to believe it.

The bell rang lound and clear. I had to go, HE had to go.

I sighed heavily before I got up and walked passed Edward to the door. I looked back at Edward as he stood up and I said, "Thank you Edward. It was wonderful talking to you. . .I hope I see you again some day." I turned and walked away before I could change my mind. I know I won't see him again, but I wish there was some way I could. He was just. . .too perfect.

I heard him run out the door and I turned. He had his mouth open like he was about to yell something after he dashed out of the door, but after he looked at me for a moment he closed it and sighed. "Good bey Bella." He turned and left.

I dont know why those words would bother me, but they do, very much. I wish. . .I dont know what I wish, but anything except for him never seeing him again.

"Edward!"

He turned around and looked sad. "Yes Bella?" He said just loud enough for me to hear him.

"I don't know." I said sadly, quietly, and honestly.

"Me either Bella. . .me either." This time he walked all the way out the door.

I stood there for a moment. After that I didn't think about it, I just walked to class.

Epov

BEEP.
BEEP.
BEEP.
BEEP.

God I hate that thing!

I grumbled, but reached over and turned it off. The stupid thing had to wake me up just as my dream got to the very best part. I rocking out with the band on a stage with a crowd of people. It was what I have always wanted to do. Music is my passion. I give it absolutely everything have.

I do enjoy other forms of art, reading and academic things, but music is what I really care about. One day from now I finish high school and I plan on going to college soon after. Yes, I do want to play music, but I know how often that doesn't work. I love school and need a fall back plan.

The band consists of Myself, Emmett, Jasper and Seth. It's called Words Without Definition. I sing and play guitar or piano, Jasper plays guitar, Emmett plays the bass, and Seth plays drums. I'm not meaning to brag, but we have really gotten good over the last few years. We all plan on going to the same college too, all of us know the importance of school.

We have a pretty good line up of songs, around twenty-five finished songs to be exact. We have been perfecting our sound and talent for years. One day our music will be heard by the masses. I write most of the music, but we all give ideas and change things. Writing comes to me naturally now. It was hard at first, but with the practice, I can write about almost anything.

Lately I have had a tune stuck in my head and I'm having a hard time putting words to it. That's honestly strange for me, but I know I will figure it out sooner or later.

Today is the last day I need to come into school before graduation, which I am very excited about. My band is going to play at the party after the cerimony and I have a feeling it will be a great little show, almost everybody in the school will be there. Spreading the word about our music is very important. I believe every person who can get something from it, or can relate to our music is important.

"Edward don't forget your lunch!" My mother yelled at me as I dashed down the steps. I ran over to the kitchen and grabbed the bag before kissing my mother cheek and running out the door. I got in my car and turned on a mix CD I put together a while back and drove to Emmett, Jasper's, and Seth's house.

After they were in the car we rode silently to school. I know when I get there I want to work on a piano piece I recently finished.

I got out of the car just in time to see a small female with brown hair, dark jeans, and a dark blue jacket fall out of a old truck.

Is she okay?

As I started to cross the parking lot in a slow jog people started to laugh and point.

What is wrong with them! She could be hurt.

A crowd started to form around her and I pushed myself a little faster. As I got to the edge of the the crowd I was pulled to a halt by both Emmett and Jasper.

"Where are you going man! We need to pick the finial band design." Emmett almost yelled.

"There was a girl, she fell. No one would help her up. I NEED to go help her." I don't know why, but I felt like I really NEEDED to help the her. I don't know her name, heck I don't even know what her face looks like, but it felt VERY important that I should help her.

They both looked surprised but let me go. I pushed threw the idiots in the crowed to only see her walking through the doors. I had a strong feeling I should go run after her, but what then? I find her, that's obvious, but then what would I do? I don't know the first thing about her other than her hair color. I ran a hand though my stubborn, messy hair and walked back over to my car where my friends were waiting with the band design choices.

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"I like the tree with the different designs in it and musical notes."

"But Edward I like the skull with the designs in it." Emmett wined, out voted.

"Emmett that sends to much of a punk rock vibe in my oppion. We are not only doing that genre of music, so it doesn't fit. The tree has a little bit of everything."

"It fits who we are as a band." Jasper added.

"I agree."

"Well," Emmett huffed, "I still like the skull."

"Don't worry about it Emmett," Alice jumped in,"Rose and I can try to work one in the tree for you." She smiled.

"Your the best little sis," Emmett said.

"I know, I know. Hey Edward can you paint it or whatever in your study hall?" I was in charge of color. I can do most all forms of art well myself, but the tree wasn't my style. My stuff is more Van Gogh, but I also love to draw realistically.

"Of corse I can Alice. You and Rose's design is more than I can ask for."

"Okay see ya!"

"Bye." I said as I walked into the school building, up the stairs, and to the music room.

As I walked in I noticed the quiet. I always enjoyed the quiet, but I find it beautiful when the quiet is completely filled with music and nothing else.

I threw my bag over to the other side of the room an walked over to the piano. I ran my hand across the top and thought, I love the piano. All the elegant lines and white ivory. The sound makes it my favorite instrument.

I sat down quietly and played a few soft cords to get warmed up before I started the song.

When I was younger I picked a white rose from the greenhouse for my mother. I remember waking up every morning and seeing the flower in a clear glass vase in the window of the kitchen, against the backdrop of the cold Washington rain. After a few days I noticed it was starting to get brown around the tips of the petals. Every day after that I saw it grown browner and then it started to loose petals. I didn't understand it then, but I always remembered it. This song was about that white rose. Its soft and light like the color of the rose, and it starts off in a happier key and slowly melds into a sorrowful note.

As the song ended I heard a sniffle come from over near the bleachers. I was confused, I hadn't seen anyone else when I had come in. I pushed back form the bench and stood up slowly. I walked over to the bleachers and didn't see anything at first, but then I saw a sliver of fair skin in the corner next to them. I walked over to them and saw exactly what I hoped in the back of my mind I wouldn't.

The same back jeans, dark blue jacket, and some of the same dark brown hair falling around the small girl's knees her head rested on.

Poor girl, I couldn't tell why her head was down like that, but I guessed it was because she was crying. "Are you okay miss?"

She looked up and my guess was confirmed by her blotchy, tear streaked cheeks. She gave me a sad, yet exasperated look and said, "Honestly? No I'm not. I very rarely okay here." I didn't really understand what she meant by here, if she meant just the music room, or just the school.

She had a lovely face, even under the tears and redness I could tell she was one of the prettiest women I had ever met. She looked. . .natural, I guess you could say.

"Are you the girl who fell out of her truck earlier?" I knew she was the one who fell out of her truck, but I felt I should ask. She answered yes and I instantly felt even worse for her now. She looked so sweet and innocent sitting here on the floor crying, how could anyone hurt her so intentionally? I know I wouldn't be able too. Not one other person really tried to help her. I did see Eric holding back a younger looking boy I think is named Jacob, but he didn't look like he was really trying.

"I'm sorry. I wanted to come over and help you, but my friends got to me first and when I looked back up you were gone. That must have been horrible." She looked confused by what I had said, but I had no clue why.

"Yes it was, but things like that happen to me often. Some times its worse, or sometimes I just trip when I walk. But the outcome is always the same, rude comments, pointed fingers and laughter." I was more upset now because of what she had said. They did this sort of thing often? I stated to think it made no sense.

"Why?" Had she done something to make them want to treat her that way? It seemed like the only answer. The kids that I saw mainly outside when she fell are popular enough to influence almost everybody in they know and it seemed like they had started to treat her that way and then everyone else just caught on. But I didn't know if they would really do that without reason.


"I don't know. Maybe because im a nerd, I ware glasses in class, I get straight A's, I told them I wouldn't be a cheerleader, I'm the clumiest person that ever walked, I read all the time, I don't lie, cheat, or steal , the list goes on forever." I really didn't understand, none of those thing she listed were things that sounded bad at all to me. But I guess it those things could be used against her. It probably had a lot to do with jealousy, I could see how the other girls might be jealous of her. I wish so much I could have helped her though.

"None of those sound like such a bad thing to me. I'm very sorry though. I wish I could help, but I graduate in tomorrow night and I have enough credits as it is, so I don't have to come in until graduation. What grade are you in? I don't think I've ever seen you around." I knew I had never seen her around.

A few different emotions flash across her face before it set in an unreadable expression. "That's okay I think I can make it through the last day. I'm in the tenth grade, but luckily I plan on switching schools next year. The only reason why I haven't already is because of my dad." Okay that told me a few things, she's a bad liar, she doesn't know how she'll face the last day and a half, she hates the tenth grade, and she is sure she will switch schools next year.

I honestly cannot stand the kids in her class, thats probably why she's never seen me, we make it a point to not be around them. They are some of the worst people in this huge school and now I have another reason to hate them.

"I hope things work out better for you next year. I know the kids in your classes this year are some of the worst. In elementary school I had to help straighten them out myself with the help of my friends Emmett and Jasper more then a few times. Especially Mike, Eric, and Tyler. My friends Alice and Rosalie took care of Jessica, Lauren, and the other girls who caused trouble."

"That's good. I wish someone was brave enough to do that now. I would have if I wasn't their top target, it would do nothing but make it worse." Her small smile she had gained went down and was again set in a frown, which in turn made me frown.

"I would have helped if I had known." I would have in a heart beat, she didn't deserve that.

"I have a feeling that you would have. You seem like that kind of person, but don't worry about it now. You cant change the past. . .No one can."

"I wish I could have." I mumbled to myself. For more than one reason. I wish I could have met her sooner and could have gotten to know her. I wish I could have taken care of the idiots in her classes for her. But wishing is useless now, I don't know her and I have no good reason to see her again after today. Even if I did know her it would never work, I'm going to graduate high school in one day.

"The piece you played was beautiful. Who wrote it?" She asked, changing the subject as she wiped her long forgotten tears off of her face.

"I did."

"Really? That's amazing. How did you learn to play like that?"

"Lots of practice and hard work, the writing just comes to me." Writing music had been 'coming to me' since I was eight.

"That's so cool. I wish I could do something like that. I just love music, I cant play it." We both smiled, I was more happy than I should have been because she loves music.

"It's not that big a deal, I love to play. Music is everything to me, I don't know what I would do without it." She smile got wider and so did mine. I was momentarily shock by how beautiful she was when she smiled.

"I dont think I could do anything without it."

"I agree." I said with a crooked grin, she couldn't be more right.

I realized than that I had no clue what her name was and I had been referring to her as she and the girl; that had to change.

"What's your name?"

"Isabella Swan, but I prefer Bella." I could have guessed that.

"That's a beautiful name Bella." It truly is, her name couldn't fit her more perfectly.

"My name is Edward Cullen. A certified nerd, after skipping six and seventh grade , I'm in a band, I write music, I paint, I play piano and guitar, I have a few good friends, and I do other assorted boring things." I told her with a smile.

She laughed loudly and I was amazed at the sound, it was mesmerizing.

"Hmm, I don't know if I believe you, you really skipped two grades?" Why wouldn't she believe me? I was being completely honest.

"Yes. Why wouldn't you believe me?"

"You don't look like a nerd to me and if you were a nerd people would mess with you too. Not half as much as me most likely but still."

I laughed at her logic and had a hard time believing it. "You of all people should know looks have nothing to do with knowledge, and people know I wont take their crap and neither will my friends."

"I understand that but what did you mean about the first part?"

I was a little confused, wasn't it obvious? "Bella your a very beautiful girl, you had to have known that." She blushed a beautiful shade of strawberry and, I don't know how, but I guess she didn't know that.

"Um thank you, but I dont think so, your pitty is appreciated though." She thought I was piting her? Hasn't anyone ever told her she is beautiful before? Someone had to have told her that.

"I'm not pitying you Bella, that's the honest truth." I was being nothing but honest, but I don't think she believed me.

The bell rang out in it's shrill, high pitch blaring sound. A very upset look came to Bella's face as she got up and walked to the door. I was surprised for some unknown reason, what did I think, she would stay?

Bella turned around ant the door and looked back at me. "Thank you Edward. It was wonderful talking to you. . .I hope I see you again some day." She walked away.

As I watched her walk away I knew instantly I couldn't let her go that easily. I jumped up off the floor and darted out of the door. I was about to yell out to her, what I was planning to yell I have no clue, but I knew then I couldn't let her go.

That changed when I saw her face looking back at me. It was completely hopeless, I know she knew exactly what I realized in that room. I was graduating in tomorrow, and would probably never see her again. I closed my mouth and swallowed before I said, "Good bey Bella."

As the words left my mouth they almost stung and I didn't like the sound of them at all, but I turned and walked away.

"Edward!" Bella yelled in a emotional voice. I loved the sound of my name on her lips but I already knew there was no hope.

"Yes Bella?"

"I don't know." She said sadly in a quiet voice.

"Me either Bella. . .me either." I turned and walked out the door, with the knowledge I would never see Bella again.

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So how do we like it so far? I was going to post it all at once but it wouldn't all fit. I know it's slow starting off but I promise the I won't go over the same event twice like that again. It was a one time thing because I couldn't pick one.
Please tell me what you think of it so far. It would mean the world to me to hear your thoughts.
Much Love,
-Aarica.
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