Alright, so after a long, long time here you have chapter four of That Summer! I hope you guys enjoy it, and I apologize for being so slow! Please leave your thoughts in the review section :)

It had been exactly twelve days and thirteen hours since we had gotten to our cottage. My mind wandered to all the things that could be happening in what I called reality. Graduation was just two days away; what would Charlie be thinking right now? Was he worried about me? Did he know where I was?

All these questions were abundant in my head. It was impossible to take them out. It seemed as if these past few days I had been in my own fairyland with my own Prince Charming. But what would happen when I came back? Would my friends – I mean ex-friend s- still think I was a slut? Life is complicated. But then I remembered why I was here in the first place: To get out of my life, of my reality. To live in my fairyland, where I could be with and only my Prince Charming and not have to worry about the outside world.

I smiled to myself. Edward was upstairs taking a shower. My unusual behavior was still going on and I still didn't know why. We had played in the sand for hours; making sand castles and small pyramids. Of course that later turned it to a small sand-and-water fight, leaving us all messy and dirty. I was already all changed into my sweat pants and baggy t-shirt.

I was standing on the deck, staring out into the sunset. Everything seemed like a fairy tale, like a dream. A very good dream, actually. It felt as if I would suddenly wake up in my small bedroom in Forks with rain trapping on my window while Edward kissed me good morning. Nothing had ever felt this unreal to me. I leaned forward, resting my arms on the wood and closed my eyes. The soft breeze hit my face swiftly, making my damp hair swing back. I spent a few minutes there, trying to tell myself that this was not a dream. It couldn't be. And it appeared to work, after a few times of pinching my arm.

I decided to go inside. All the thinking had brought me to some curiosity. Edward and I had spent almost all our time either outside or in our bedroom that I never had the time to explore the rest of the cottage. I slid the glass door open smoothly, and made my way through to the main corridor. The lights were all off, making it dark inside. I walked slowly, my hand slightly touching the wall. A sudden ray of light caught my eye. At the end of the corridor, an unknown door was a crack open. I sped up my pace until I reached the door. I was nervous to go in, not know what to expect. I opened it a little more, putting my head in to see.

I wasn't exactly sure what I saw first, the strong natural light from the room blinded me for a few seconds. I had to blink a few times before I could see properly. My mouth opened in amazement as my head started to analyze the room. The walls were a smooth glass, as so was the roof. It was looking over the lake, the soft blue color of the water mixed with the colors of the sunset made a color in the room I couldn't describe. In the middle, a big grand white piano sat untouched. Its glossy wood shined against the sunlight. A single rose lay on top of the piano.

I walked towards it swiftly. When I reached it, with a single finger, I traced the edge until reaching the keys again. I sat on the chair and lay my fingers on the smooth surface of the keys. I wasn't very musically talented, but when I was eleven Renee had made me take some piano lessons; it had been torture. I played a note, testing it. The sound came out smoothly, echoing. It mixed with the small noise of the water underneath. I played a few others, the song I once knew coming to life again. I smiled. So "Oh When the Saints" wasn't the most sophisticated song ever, but at least I could play something. I kept playing, proud of myself.

I heard a muffled laugh from behind me. I stopped playing in mid-song and turned around, blushing a deep red. Edward was standing at the door, leaning with his arms crossed. His hair was wet and messy, and to my advantage, he wasn't wearing shirt.

"Edward, I –"

"You're good, Bella," He said with a slight smile on his face, "Here, let me show you" He sat next to me on the piano chair, his bare arm touching mine. He grabbed my right hand and placed it over the keys, keeping his over mine. He started moving my fingers slowly. A familiar melody reached my ears. My lullaby.

I smiled up at him and I saw that he was smiling too.

"Play something for me," I whispered.

Edward bit down on his lip, as if nervous. He poised his hands on the keys and started playing something that I did not expect him to play. It was a song, no one that I would catch him listening to. It was from 21st century, something from the present. The lyrics of the song sounded beautifully coming from Edward's mouth.

"I've been beaten down, I've been kicked around,
But she takes it all for me.
And I lost my faith, in my darkest days,
But she makes me want to believe.

They call her love, love, love, love, love.
They call her love, love, love, love, love.
She's all I need.

Well I had my ways, they were all in vain,
But she waited patiently.
It was all the same, all my pride and shame,
And she put me on my feet.

They call her love, love, love, love, love.
They call her love, love, love, love, love.
They call her love, love, love, love, love.
She is love, and she is all I need."

Edward ended the song on a light note, and then he turned towards me, studying my face. I was absolutely speechless. A tear left my eye, slowly going down my cheek but Edward caught it with his thumb.

"Every time I hear that song I think of you, Bella," He said, holding my face, "You are love."

"It was beautiful, Edward," I sighed "Thank you."

Edward brought his lips to mine. My hands rested on his cold chest and after that, we easily got lost in each other's arms.

The song that Edward plays for Bella is called "She Is Love" by Parachute, go check it out! The original version is with guitars but there are also piano covers!