AN: While I wait for inspiration for my other fanfic, I thought I'd post something already written, with a plot. Sort of. It's fluffy and cute, in Edward's POV. Enjoy!!

Disclaimer: The characters belong to Stephenie Meyer, no matter how badly I want them.

Friday Night

I used to think I was complete in myself. Ah, how wrong I was! I

pondered my change of thought as I watched Bella stubbornly slog through

the load of homework we had been given over the course of the day.

Despite having finished my work within the first half-hour of our "study-

date", I remained in Bella's room, mainly serving as a pitying distraction as

she refused to take my paper to copy. Perhaps she suspected that the

motives behind the gesture weren't pure. Maybe she knew that I didn't

simply want to end her suffering. No, how could she? I knew Alice hadn't

talked to her recently, so any vision she may have had that would betray my

careful, secretive planning couldn't have been shared. However, Bella still

refused my politely offered assistance, and insisted on figuring out the

complicated calculus problems, which even I hadn't mastered until the

second time around, herself. In fact, she had even banished me to the

rocking chair, claiming she could concentrate better if I weren't so

infuriatingly close. I chuckled softly at the memory of her determined face

ordering my "dazzling eyes" away.

Bella groaned in frustration, throwing her pencil to the ground in

defeat. She sighed, then turned her scowl on me. I immediately leapt to the

edge of her bed, discarded pencil in hand.

"Are you sure you don't want help?" I asked, sitting next to her. Her

scowl deepened, and I raised my eyebrows. "Touché," I muttered, just

loudly enough for her to hear. Her resolve broke, thankfully, and she

grinned. I smiled back before moving behind her, and pulling her

maddeningly warm body against my chest. Bella shifted to make herself

more comfortable before sighing in contentment. I pressed my lips beneath

her ear before murmuring, " How about we do something else?".

Little did she know that the something else I had in mind had been

planned for weeks on end, and was just now being put into action. Her heart rate increased as she considered

her options, sending her sweet scent's potency up the scale. I inhaled deeply, savoring the mouthwatering odor

that was both a blessing and a curse.

Bella paused a moment before asking, "Like what?" I hesitated,

pretending to consider her query before answering. When I did voice my

suggestion, however, I couldn't keep a hint of excitement from my tone.

"How about some dinner?" I suggested. After all, it was about the

time she normally ate. "Beside, it's a Friday. Don't you want to go out

tonight?" Bella looked up at me suspiciously before questioning, "Where

were you thinking?" I tried to remain somewhat truthful, answering, "I

know a little place about a hour away- your driving time, that is." I smirked

at her offended face, glad I had distracted her from her previous train of

thought. "With me driving, it's about thirty minutes," I added to clarify.

"Fine." She gave her consent, satisfied that I wouldn't be taking her

to some expensive restaurant in Seattle. "What should I wear?" she asked,

now concerned that it would be nice, despite it's location. Taking advantage

of the invitation, I took in her appearance. She, of course, looked stunning

to me, however doubtful she was of her beauty.

On a recent shopping spree, Alice had brought home multiple dresses

for Bella, assuring me that they would all fit her perfectly. I believed her.

For the occasion tonight, I had brought over one of the less elaborate

dresses. It was teal, with a skirt meant to just brush Bellas's knees. I was

certain she would look lovely, if she would accept Alice's gift at all…

I looked sheepish as I admitted, "Alice already picked it out,

actually." I thought Bella would be angry, or at least a little upset with my

family spending money unnecessarily on her. I was proven wrong. She

simply sighed and said, "Less thinking for me, I guess. Where is it?"

"In your closet," I answered. "Tell you what. You get ready and I'll

go do the same. I'll pick you up in half an hour?" I still had some final

preparations to make.

"Sure," she said, already walking toward the closet. I smiled at her

retreating back, then went to the window. "See you soon!" I called. It's

game time.