Chapter One: The Beginning

Amber's POV

"Alice!" I complained. "I really don't want to do this!"

"Oh come on Amber, just meet him. He is really great!" Alice said.

"You have to say that. He's your brother," I said. "And besides, you know I hate blind dates."

I had met everyone in Alice's family except Edward. He was always jet-setting off somewhere because he was a famous concert pianist. When she told me about him, he seemed fun and sweet, but not my type at all. So, after every bind date that Alice sent me on had failed, she decided that her brother would meet my standards and set this up for the next time he would be in town. I hated the idea of meeting him this way. I was not very good at dating. I always did something to embarrass myself, and if I did end up liking him, that's not the impression I wanted to leave.

"Amber! Earth to Amber!" Alice said while snapping her fingers in front of my face. "Where did you go?"

"Huh? Oh! Sorry Alice. I was just thinking. What did you say?"

"I said…You hate blind dates because you're too picky. But I think Edward will meet you standards."

"So you have said a thousand times Alice. He just doesn't seem like my type." I had tried to tell her this numerous times but it just didn't make it through her thick skull.

"Amber, your 'type' is impossible to find. No one is perfect and that is what you want. I don't get you sometimes."

"But you love me anyway," I said and smiled.

"Yes, sadly I do," she said and laughed. "Now put this on. You are going to look hot!"

I chuckled put the dress on. When I looked in the mirror I was amazed at how the dress fit. It was perfect. It was a baby blue, one shouldered mini dress that was pulled together at the side of my waist. Alice had designed it for me and I loved it. Edward was not the only famous one in his family. Alice was a fashion designer and stylist. She designed and styled for people like Beyonce, Kristen Stewart, Taylor Swift, Miley Cyrus, The Jonas Brothers, and Taylor Lautner. She had a wide variety of styles in her line that appealed to everyone, including me. Alice sent me clothes she designed on a regular basis, and for that I never had to go shopping.

Once I finished looking myself over in the mirror I said, "What are we going to do about my hair?"

"Leave it," she simply stated.

"What? Alice you never want to just leave my hair. Are you feeling okay?" I said a little worried as I felt her forehead for a fever.

Alice smiled and said, "Yes, Amber honey I am fine. I want to leave it that way because Edward will think it is sexy. He likes his girls natural and not all done up."

"Well that's good because I hate getting all done up," I said a little relieved that I wouldn't have to be fake for him to like me.

"So what time am I supposed to meet him at the restaurant?" I asked.

"You're supposed to meet him at six. The place is very quaint. I love it," she answered.

"What is it called?"

"The Little Door," Alice said.

"It has an interesting name. Where is it?" I asked.

"West Third Street here in Los Angeles," she answered. "It has a rustic Mediterranean feel to it and the food is exquisite!"

"That sounds good," I said. I had to admit, his restaurant choice was good. I loved Mediterranean style food. He was starting out on the right foot.

I wonder if Alice told him what I liked.

Well if she did, it doesn't really bother me. I get good food and I don't have to pay for it. Ha!

Man! I am a horrible date!

Oh well.

"Well Alice, thank you so much for helping me get ready. I look amazing, if I do say so myself."

"No problem! What are best friends for?" Alice said.

"Exactly! Well, I am going to head out. You are more than welcome to hang out here for a while if you want," I offered. I knew she would want me to dish everything when I got back.

"No, I think I will go home and come over tomorrow when you get off work and make you spill then," she said and smiled.

"Okay, I love you Alice."

"I love you too Amber!" and with that we both walked out of my apartment and went separate ways down the hall as she headed for the elevator to the lobby, and I headed to the elevator to the parking Garage in the back.

Edward's POV

I hate waiting. I am not a very patient person.

Well it is my own fault. I am here 15 minutes early.

I really need to work on my patience.

It is just I hate blind dates. I always end up embarrassing myself and I have seen pictures of this girl and I do not want to mess this up.

"Is there anything I can get you to drink?" the waiter asked me.

"Water please. I am waiting on my date. We will order when she arrives," I answered. I was nervous and maybe water was what I needed to calm my nerves.

Five minutes later the waiter brought my water. I said a thank you and downed half of it.

Maybe water was a bad idea. Now I have to pee.

She still has ten minutes. Maybe I can make it back before she gets here.

…5 minutes later…

As I was walking back to the bathroom, I saw her. She was sitting at our table and she looked stunning. Even better then in pictures! As I walked up to the table I said, "Hello. I am Edward." She looked up from her menu and politely said, "Hi. I am Amber. How are you?"

Her voice is heavenly!

"I am very well. I apologize for keeping you waiting."I said.

"Oh it's okay. I just sat down."

"So, how are you tonight?" I asked as I sat down at the table.

"I am very well, thank you. I love this place by the way."

"That's good," I said. "I hope you didn't have too much trouble finding it."

"Nope, not at all," she replied. Then she said something that kind of took me off guard.

"So Edward, I have to tell you something."

I was a little worried. Ideas were running through my mind.

She was pregnant.

She was married.

She didn't like me because I kept her waiting.

This was a waste of her time and she wanted to leave and only came to tell me that she never wanted to see me.

She thought I was hideous and that was why she didn't want to stay.

Alice told her something extremely embarrassing about me.

"I hate small talk…a lot."

Wow, I'm paranoid.

"Okay," I said and laughed. "What do you want to talk about?"

"Tell me something about you that not a lot of people know?"

"Okay. I hate blind dates," I said.

"Me too," she said and chuckled.

That broke the ice for the rest of the night. We never stopped talking. I told her practically my entire life story and she told me hers. We found out that we had a lot in common and I felt that there was nothing I couldn't tell her. At that moment I knew I wanted us to be exclusive, so I took the plunge and said to her, "I want us to be exclusive. I do not want to see anyone else and I do not want you too either. Is that okay?"

I did not expect her to say, "Me too. I don't want to see anyone else, and I do not want you to see anyone else either."

With that we were a couple and I was the happiest man on the earth.