Disclaimer: You know the deal, I don't own Twilight, New Moon or any of its characters, settings, and whatever else is in the book. And for the record, I don't own any of Shakespeare's work either.

"Two houses, both alike in dignity," started Edward with a chuckle. "In fair Verona, where we lay our scene." He closed the script book, and laughed. "Well done, landing Juliet in the English department's play."

Bella scowled. "Well, you know it won't be so great if you're not my Romeo."

Edward laughed at that, and then frowned playfully. "I do admit, I'm a bit jealous of whichever pathetic adolescent male is chosen to play Romeo."

Bella traced a line on their intertwined hands. "Then why didn't you try out?" Edward laughed more at that.

"Bella, can you possibly imagine what would happen if my skin were to be put under those spotlights?"

She sighed. "True enough." Knowing her luck, it would probably be Mike that would be cast as Romeo. The kiss scene started seeming more ominous to her.

"What are you thinking about?" Edward breathed. Bella tried to regain her thoughts from the jumble into which Edward's breath had sent them. She gazed at him earnestly.

"I'm just thinking about how much better the balcony scene would be if it were between you and me."

He chuckled softly in her ear. "But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun." His voice coated the masterfully crafted words with a kind of silk that Bella could never imagine any better. Her heart gave an audible reaction, and Edward laughed quietly at that.

"And that's exactly what I mean." She smiled.

"Bella, I come in through your 'balcony' every evening." He scowled. "I will be jealous if that vile Newton boy is cast as Romeo, though." A low growl escaped his lips, and Bella closed them with a quick kiss.

"You have no need to, though. You know it's you I'll be thinking about, even if it's his lips I'm kissing."

Edward smiled, and then pulled the bedcovers over Bella. "And now, it's time you get some sleep."

"But I don't want to sleep," whined Bella. Her eyes pleaded with him.

"Bella, you only have another three months until graduation." Edward sighed. "And after graduation, there will be no more sleeping."

Bella's eyes lit up at that, and Edward laughed humorlessly. "I don't think I'll ever understand why that thought makes you so eager."

"You don't have to," she said. He chuckled again, and lay next to her.

"I love you, Bella," he whispered, almost inaudibly.

Bella's consciousness was slipping at that moment, and a torrent of midnight waves overtook her drifting mind. There was a medley of things in that ocean that was carrying her away from the shores of consciousness. There was the brief image of a scarlet rose, beautiful, but thorn-ridden. Then there was the vision of a shining silver moon, gracing the darkened sky with a single point of light and hope. It was then that an unfamiliar voice spoke to her.

"Be safe."