A/N: This takes place on a random day in the Twilight world. But before Edward came to terms with Bella being changed.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. Or New Moon. Or Eclipse. *sigh* I don't own anything of consequence.

I will have the name of the person who wrote a specific line in parentheses next to it. I originally had it in different fonts that matched the characters, but fanfiction evidently doesn't allow words to be in different fonts.

Notes

By: Llama mama23

Want to pass notes? This class is excruciating to sit in. How long can a teacher go on about biology? (Bella)

Of course I do. I'm even more bored than you are. This is your first time to hear all of this useless information. It's my fifth. (Edward)

I feel bad for you… I don't know if I could take this five times. (Bella)

Then maybe you should reconsider your decision; as it will require several days of sitting through this. (Edward)

I don't want to get into that now. Where were you last night? I though you said you were coming over. (Bella)

Sorry, Esme demanded that I help rearrange the living room. Again. (Edward)

How does it look now? (Bella)

About the same, only it's been re-painted a baby blue, we found a new loveseat, bought a coffee table, and installed a fireplace. (Edward)

You call that the 'same'? And why on Earth did you get a coffee table? You don't even drink coffee! (Bella)

Esme saw it and couldn't help herself. Want to come over today? You could see it. (Edward)

Yes, I'll be there. So, just to clarify, you're coming over tonight? I missed you. (Bella)

Not as much as I missed you. Of course, I'll be there as soon as Charlie falls asleep. (Edward)

Good. The teacher's toupee is falling off his head. (Bella)

I noticed that. Stop giggling! You're calling attention to us. (Edward)

Giggling? I'm hurt. (Bella)

I really want to kiss you right now. (Edward)

Why? (Bella)

Do I need a reason? (Edward)

No, just curious. (Bella)

Your lips look even more beautiful when you pout. (Edward)

I am not pouting. And I think we need to get your eyes examined. (Bella)

Please Bella, I have perfect vision. (Edward)

Show-off. Big-fat-perfect-showoff. (Bella)

Your face is priceless right now; so adorable. (Edward)

Thanks. (Bella)

You're pouting again. (Edward)

No I'm not. Stop staring at me like that. (Bella)

I thought I was allowed to stare at you. This teacher is such an imbecile. Half the things he's telling us are wrong. (Edward)

Well, that sure makes me feel comfortable with our education system. (Bella)

Speaking of education, did you fill out those collage applications I gave you yesterday? (Edward)

No. After school I went to a beautiful meadow with some gorgeously beautiful V- (Bella)

Before I can finish writing my sentence, the teacher appeared quite literally out of nowhere, snatching the note from my hand.

"Passing notes in my class? I think not." He walked back to the front of the class room, and handed the note to a boy in the front row. Wanna take a wild guess at who that was?

Mike.

"Mr. Newton, please read this aloud to the class. Be sure to say everything and speak clearly. Don't leave anything out because you feel bad for them.

Mike skimmed the first few lines, smiling, and then frowned abruptly.

"Want to pass notes?" he quoted from our note. "This class is excruciating to sit in. How long can a teacher go on about biology?" The teacher's eyebrows furrowed as he glared at us from behind his glasses. "Continue, Mr. Newton." He said briskly.

"Of course. I'm even more bored than you are. This is your first time to hear all of this useless information. It's my fifth." There were surprised murmursaround the room, Edward's jaw tightened, and I smiled at his expression. The class now thought he'd flunked this grade five times.

"I feel bad for you… I don't know if I could take this five times." Mike paused before continuing, "Then maybe you should reconsider your decision; as it will require several days of sitting thorough this."

"I don't want to get into this now. Where were you last night? I though you said you were coming over." My smile disappeared. The teacher, looking furiously shocked, was speechless, so Mike barreled on.

"Sorry, Esme demanded that I help re-arrange the living room. Again." He hopelessly butchered Esme's name, saying 'EEEsme' with the 'E' ridiculously over pronounced.

"How does it look now?" The room was fully captivated now, listening to our note with full attention. I thought it was ironic that our note got more attention than the teacher's whole lecture. People had stopped passing their own notes, and looking very relieved that it wasn't them who had been caught.

"About the same, only it's been re-painted a baby blue, we found a new loveseat, bought a coffee table, and installed a fireplace." Mike was looking embarrassed now. I think his tiny brain was just now realizing that I had asked Edward why he hadn't come over to my house. At night.

"You call that the 'same'? And why on Earth did you get a coffee table? You don't even drink coffee!" Everyone in the room turned to stare at Edward in shock. The majority of them inched their coffee cups always from him, as if he had an infectious disease that could somehow manage to poison their precious drinks.

"Esme saw it and couldn't help herself. Want to come over today? You could see it."

"Yes, I'll be there. So, just to clarify, you're coming over tonight? I missed you." Mike was almost as red as me now, but all the eyes turning to look at me were not helping.

"Not as much as I missed you. Of course, I'll be there as soon as Charlie falls asleep." The few people who hadn't been staring at us before were now. The girls looked like they wanted to rip my face off, and the guys were looking at Edward with the exact same look. Even Mike paused in his reading to send Edward a death glare. It looked like the teacher was about to have a heart attack, his face was very red and a big vein was pulsing quickly on his forehead.

"Good. The teacher's toupee is falling off his head." Everyone in the class tried to suppress their snickers, and the teacher touched the back of his head self-consciously; his face turning even redder. If he kept this up, he was going to get half as red as me…

"I noticed that. Stop giggling! You're calling attention to us!" I looked over at Edward, expecting him to be as embarrassed as I was, but he didn't look embarrassed at all. He actually looked as if he was enjoying this!

"Giggling? I'm hurt." I smacked Edward lightly on the shoulder, doubting he would even feel it. He looked at me and his shoulders seemed to shake with laughter.

"I really want to kiss you right now." Mike stumbled a little over the word 'kiss'. After collecting himself, he barreled on with the note.

"Why?" I spared another glance for the teacher, and wondered if I should have Edward call Carlisle. His face was turning an odd purple-ish color. A doctor might be necessary soon.

"Do I need a reason?" Mike's voice made it apparent that he definitely would never need a reason.

"No, just curious." Mike paused to pop his neck, and I figured it was probably pretty uncomfortable standing with a room full of people, reading a note to the class. Poor, poor Mike.

"Your lips look even more beautiful when you pout." This was killing me. Totally and completely killing me.

"I am not pouting. And I think we need to get your eyes examined." I settled for simply glaring at Edward, hoping he had some sort of magic power tucked away that could make this all disappear.

"Please Bella, I have perfect vision." I cradled my flaming face in my hands, looking forward to the day when I would no longer be able to blush.

"Show-off. Big-fat-perfect-showoff." Mike's voice lost the little emotion that it had, and his voice came out robot-sounding, no longer full of jealously and such, he seemed to have accepted that he was going to have to read this, and settled for speeding through it at a faster pace.

"Your face is priceless right now; so adorable."

"Thanks."

"You're pouting again."

"No I'm not. Stop staring at me like that."

"I thought I was allowed to stare at you. This teacher is an imbecile. Half the things he's telling us are wrong." I heard an indignant stutter from the teacher. His face was loosing the purple color, and regaining the brick red color.

"Well, that sure makes me feel comfortable with our education system."

"Speaking of education, did you fill out those applications I gave you yesterday?"

"No. After school I went to a beautiful meadow with some gorgeously beautiful V-" Mike stopped talking abruptly, and I was enormously grateful that I hadn't been able to finish that word; several things we'd written in our note could have different meanings, but I didn't think that anyone could come up with too many reasons why I would call Edward a vampire. Mike returned the note to the teacher, and sat down, looking very relieved that it was over.

The bell rang, and Edward pulled me out of the room quickly before the teacher got a chance to talk to us about passing notes in his class.

When we were out the door, Edward pulled me into the niche in the wall that a corner provided, and kissed me fiercely.

"No more notes." He murmured into my ear.

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For older readers, this was simply an editing spell that overcame me one day, so I hope you like the new version better! Just a few minor changes, but hopefully it made it a little better!