AN. This is a short filler chapter. It was originally part of the next chapter, but I felt I should be put out on its own. I felt I had to show something of Edward and Bella's relationship, I wouldn't exactly call this fluff but I think it's cute.

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Chapter Five: Push

If you want to fix me

Push me into your fantasy
If you try to get me

Sell me your personality



It had been two days since my argument with Charlie and the aftermath was something else entirely. I had taken to spending a copious amount of time in my room, though that was not by choice. I had been exiled there since the 'event' as we now referred to it. Neither Charlie nor Chelsea was talking to me but I certainly wasn't complaining about that, I found myself actually thanking a higher power for that.

I was going insane being under lock and key all the time and decided a break out was in order. I grabbed Pride & Prejudice of the night stand and my iPod out of its dock. I found my wallet hiding in my sweatshirt pocket.

I opened the French doors that lead out onto my own personal balcony, I walked outside and admired the view for a moment. The rolling green hills stood out in stark contrast to the clear blue skies.

I spied a conveniently placed drainpipe and decided shimmying down it would be the safest as easiest way to get down from the four story window. Ever so slowly I made my way down the pipe, careful to avoid being seen by anyone.

A rush of relief ran over me when I hit the ground. I stuck around the side of the grand palace and since I was at the back it was easy to make a run for it and not be seen. I headed straight for my little spot by the lake.

A white gazebo came into view. The long seats had purple and cream stripped pillows and ivy had wound itself around the white frame. I put down my book on one of the seats and took an old secondhand guitar - I had brought specifically so I could leave out there – form underneath one of the seats.

I strummed a few chords and just messed about really. I heard footsteps approaching and I instantly looked up. Edward tall frame was walking straight towards the small gazebo. Silently he took the seat opposite mine.

"Hey Bella," he was smiling that gorgeous crooked smile I had grown to love.

"Hey." God Bella, could you be any lamer?

"You know Chelsea and Charlie are freaking out," he began. "But I won't tell them you're here if you do something for me." He whispered.

"And what would that be?" I asked suspiciously.

"Play me a song." He laughed.

"Is that all?" There had to be a catch somewhere.

"Yeah." His green eyes twinkled in amusement.

"Fine," I picked up my guitar a started strumming.

Toupee or not toupee
That is the question
It refused to stay as it all turned grey;
Old William Shakespeare's receding hair
Please excuse the pun,
'It's hair today, gone tomorrow'
So be thankful
For what precious locks you have

Toupee or not toupee
That is the question
And by the way
I just gotta say
Thank the Lord I'm not going bald
And if I may quip
My curls and I
Are just like heaven
'Cause rest assured
There'll be no parting there

But should my head get bare like Friar Tuck
(Hard cheese to swallow)
It makes me smile
'Cause I know just what I'd do

Yeah if I had more wigs than I knew what to do with
I'd open a secondhand store
And if you ever went bald
You'd recall it
'Cause I'd clearly call it
'Rugs From Me To You'

Edward cracked up laughing. His laugh was infectious and found myself laughing along as well. I put down my guitar and waited patiently for him to say something.

"That song was really clever, play something else." He said.

"No." He pouted and he really was too cute to resist, I sighed. "Can you play?" I asked him.

"Yes actually." He looked at me suspiciously.

"Well, why do you play something?" I had to admit I wanted to know how well he could play.

"I don't know." He said uncertainly.

"Come on." I said as I handed him the guitar. He took it hesitantly, but his uncertainty didn't last long.

"Do you know Ride Of Your Life by John Gregory?" I shook my head. I hadn't heard that song before, I hadn't even heard of John Gregory. "You will as of now." He started playing. I was blown away by his voice.

Wishing on a shooting star
But dreams alone won't get you far
Can't deny your feelings anymore
The world is waiting right outside your door
What are you waiting for

Come on here's your chance
Don't let it slip right through your hands
Are you ready for the ride of your life
Your dreams are riding on the wind
Just reach out and pull them in and
Get ready for the ride of your life

In your heart you know what're must do
You only got yourself to answer to
Don't let fear of fallen hold you down
Your spirit flying higher above the clouds
Your glory bound

Come on here's your chance
Don't let it slip right through your hands
Are you ready for the ride of your life
Your dreams are riding on the wind
Just reach out and pull them in and
Get ready for the ride of your

You are on your way no looking back
There's no future living in the past
You're free at last yeah
You're free at last

Come on here's your chance
Don't let it slip right through your hands
Are you ready for the ride of your life yea
Your dreams are riding on the wind
Just reach out and pull them in and
Get ready for the ride of your life
Ride of your life

Come on, come on get ready
Yea, yea, yea
Your dreams are riding on the wind
Just reach out and pull them in
Get ready for the ride of your life

"Wow, you're amazing." He blushed scarlet, it was so cute. God, cute? Swan you're definitely of your God damn rocker.

Since when do I use the word cute?

Since now apparently

Shut up brain

Make me!

Don't make me come in there

I'll be good

"Thanks." He said. I mentally thanked him for stopping me from murdering my own brain, we all know that wouldn't end well.

"Seriously, you could pursue it as a career." I said sincerely.

"I wish I could," he seemed genuinely sad about it. "You don't know how lucky you are."

"Why can't you?" I had a feeling that it was about his royal duties, actually it was more than a feeling, and I was pretty damn sure it was.

"My whole life has been mapped out before me, it has since I was an infant. I have to become king, I will most likely have to marry Tanya, I am who I am and because of that I have to sacrifice my wants in order to do what I have to do."

"Bull shit," he looked at me questioningly.

"How so?" He asked confused.

"Just because you bear the last name Cullen doesn't mean you can't break out of what everyone is expecting you to do." He smiled, but it soon faded.

"You don't get it, I have to. Nobody in my family has ever done that before and I'm not going to be the first one. I couldn't disappoint my family like that."

"Man up." I exasperated.

"What?" He asked in shock.

"Grow a pair of balls! Be a man! Stand up for what you want!" I yelled. He may have been cute, but he needed a back bone.

"I can't just do that." He whispered as if he was ashamed.

"What do you have to loose?" My voice had returned to its normal volume.

"Nothing or everything," his face emotionless, masking what he truly felt.

"Jump, don't think, just jump." It was my motto and one that got me in a lot of trouble.

"It's easy for you." He said as he stood up from his seat. "Charlie and Chelsea are searching the west wing, so be careful when you sneak back in." I watched as his retreating form walked back towards the palace.

I had discovered something about Edward Cullen that I would say few knew. Some may call him a coward for not standing up and proclaim that he didn't want the life that was mapped out before him. I know I certainly thought he was, but no he wasn't. He had a sense of duty, he couldn't disappoint his family or the people depending on him.

For Edward the choice was simple and he wasn't a coward for choosing the one he felt was right. It was that reason alone I felt myself falling harder than I had before.