Edward and Bell's Song.

Disclaimer- I do not own Twilight by Stephenie Meyer in any way shape or form, nor do I own the "Our Song" by Taylor Swift

As usual, Edward and I were driving home from another long, tiresome day at school in his Volvo.

One of his hands was casually guiding the steering wheel the of his prized car, the other arm was draped over my shoulders.

We were listening to the radio, a rare occurrence since neither of us much care for the R&B and rap that was popular these days.

However, this song was nice, it was slow and sweet, about a boy and his girlfriend being in love. It was the kind of song couples always say is "theirs".

I paused. Edward and I didn't really have a "song" did we? My lullaby could hardly count seeing as I was usually only semi-conscience when it was played. I racked my brain for several moments and found nothing. Frowning slightly, I looked over at Edward and turned down the radio.

He looked confused as he asked, "Bella, is something wrong?"

My cheeks turned a little red as I said, "Nothing major, I was just thinking about how we don't have a song…"

Immediately, his expression changed from one of concern to one of relief as he laughed and said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, "Bella, our song is the slamming Volvo door, when I come over late and tap on your window, when we're in your room and we talk really slow, because it's late and Charlie doesn't know.

"Our song is the way we couldn't laugh after your birthday when I left you and I shouldn't have…"

He trailed off and gazed into my eyes, and I felt them welling up. Bar none, this was the single most romantic thing Edward had every said to me. I felt him starting to dazzle me and for once I could not care less. As the leaned into kiss me I sighed happily and silently asked God to have Edward play our song again.


I hate the sun. While it was one a joy to me, it is now the absolute bane of my existence. Every sunny day meant an indefinable length of time without Edward, which was, naturally, unbearable.

School itself was normal, I just felt inconsolably miserable with out my perfect vampire boyfriend.

I climbed out of my old truck and trotted up the steps to the house. I quickly opened the door and stepped inside, tossing my bag down upon arrival.

I slowly made my way upstairs, planning to take a nice long nap. More sleep now meant less sleep later when Edward could finally come over.

I ambled into my bedroom and flipped on the bed stand light so I could see where I was going. To my utter surprise, lying on my bed was a bouquet of red roses with a note tucked neatly inside them. I quickly retrieved the note, my heart melting as I read it.

Dear Bella,

Our song is the slamming Volvo door, when I come over late and tap on your window, when we're in your room and we talk really slow, because it's late and Charlie doesn't know. Our song is the way we couldn't laugh after your birthday when I left you and I shouldn't have. And when I go home, before going to your house again, I ask God to let us play our song again.

-Love always, Edward


It's been 20 years now since Edward changed me and not once have I ever wished for anything else.

Our song is a little different now, but still the same as it used to be in many ways. I can honestly say that in all my years, both human and vampire, nothing has ever come along that's been as good as our song.

Because our song is the slamming bedroom door, going out late to visit our old meadow, when we're out in public and do everything slow, because we're vampires and the humans can't know. Our song is my fifth first day of class, him always making up for when he left me and he shouldn't have. But when we get home, waiting for each day to end, I thank God for letting us play our song again.


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