"Hmmm…I love you, Edward," I whispered. We were on my bed doing, what you call, cuddling. My head was on his chest, and his hands rubbing my arms.

"I love you too, Bella," he whispered back lovingly. I looked up at him with a teasing smile.

"Are you sure?" I asked. He smiled at me.

"Yes, I'm sure," he replied back. All of a sudden the doorbell rang. I sighed in frustration and tried to jump off the bed. I tried because Edward's arms were tight around me.

"You don't have to get it, you know," he informed me. I giggled.

"Might be someone important," I sang. He still held me but after awhile, he sighed and let me go.

"I'm coming with you," he said. "We wouldn't want the same thing happening last time."

I grimaced at the memory.

Flashback… Whoosh!

Edward and I were watching some silly sitcom about a girl trying to kiss her date.

"Hmmm…maybe we should go like this, so we won't bump our noses," she told her date.

"Yeah…you wouldn't want to hurt your plastic surgery nose right, babe?" he started to coo her and then--bam! They are making out.

I snorted. "What a blond…" I heard Edward chuckle. I looked at him. "What?"

"Are you referring to Lauren?" he asked in his velvety voice.

"Maybe…," I said. The doorbell rang and jumped to go answer the door, with Edward trailing behind me.

I opened the door and it showed a tall guy--but nowhere near Edward's height--5'11 maybe--smiling at me. He had incredible blue eyes and spiky brown hair. He winked at me. What a Mike…

"Um, hello?" I greeted him. I thought I heard Edward growl. Probably by some inappropriate thought that Mike clone…thought. What do guys see in me?

"'Sup!" he greeted back. I waited for him to say something.

"Well?" I asked getting annoyed. He kept gazing at me until he heard Edward clear his throat.

"Oh, yeah! Um, uh, there's this chocolate thing I'm doing…and…uh..." He tried to find the right words to say.

"Chocolate thing?" I asked. He moved to the side to show boxes of chocolate. "Are you an entrepreneur?" It was kind of ironic since Spongbob and Patrick did the same thing.

"Uh…what's that?" he asked dumbly. I mentally slapped my forehead. I heard Edward chuckle quietly. I turned around to glare at him then faced to the stupid guy.

I forced a smile. "It's when people sell something and a lot of people buy and they get rich and their products are being sold. Got it?" I talked to him like I did to four year old.

He blinked twice. "Oh! You didn't have to tell me that! I'm just selling stuff. So, uh…what do guys want? Nougat? Nuts?"

"I don't want any. Thank you." I was about to shut the door, but his hand stopped me.

"W--Wait! I need to sell this!" he cried.

"Why?" This guy was getting on my nerves. I heard Edward mutter under his breath, "If he thinks one more vulgar thought about Bella, or so help me…"

"Um…I--I uh, need--gah! Guess I'll just tell you the truth," he told me. He took deep breaths.

"I'm selling chocolate to you 'cause you're hot and I've heard about that from this guy--I think his name was Mike Nerdton or something like that--and he was talking to his friends about you. I told my friends about you and--and they gave me a dare about getting you're number and I'll get 50 bucks and a hot girl and--and--here I am," he said all of that in one breath. Why's Mike in every conversation now?

"Oh. Well, it seems you have lost your dare. Goodbye." I shut the door before he could say anything else.

End of flashback

I laughed softly. Nerdton. I need to remember that name…

I ran down the stairs with Edward watching me carefully, so I won't trip or something. Luckily, I managed to reach the bottom step without tripping. I half-ran to the door and opened it.

There was a boy about my age--Ugh! Always boys…--blushing at me. I think he was about 5'6 and sort of lanky looking. He wore glasses and had shiny brown eyes. He reminded me of…well, me--but way better looking. And for once, I didn't hear Edward growl or hiss at him.

"Um, sorry…uh, pa--package, m--ma'am. S--sign here, please," he stuttered. "And s--sorry for stuttering, m--ma'am."

I smiled at him. "It's okay," I said politely. He was so nice! I signed the paper and waved goodbye at him. I picked up the package, ignoring Edward's gentleman request on holding it, and headed to the kitchen. I set the package on the counter and saw a note; it was from Charlie.

Bells,

Out fishin' with Billy! Be back really late! Hangin' out with the guys!

Charlie

P.s

Mike called.

Why on earth would Mike--Mike out of all people!--call me? Can't he ever take a hint?! I groaned.

"You don't have to call him, you know," Edward told me.

"Yeah, yeah," I muttered, "but Charlie thinks it's "Not lady-like!" Pfft! Whatever…" I was in a bad mood.

"It's okay, love," Edward said gently. He always knew how to make me happy. I smiled at him.

"Thanks." I leaned up and kissed him on the cheek and opened the package. It was from Renee.

Bella,it said.

Here are a couple of home videos! Thought you and Charlie--maybe Edward or Alice--would want to watch it! Email me if you watched them all!

You better watch them.

You loving Mom,

Renee

P.s

Phil says 'hi'.

I gasped and quickly closed the package.

"What's wrong?" Edward asked concern. Oh! Thank goodness! He didn't read the letter.

"N--Nothing," I said nervously. He didn't buy that.

"Bella…," he warned.

"What?"

"Tell me."

"Tell you what?"

"Bella…" He was getting angry. Wouldn't want that, right?

"Renee brought home some…videos," I said not looking in his eyes.

"Really?" he asked. "Well let's go watch them!" He grabbed the package and ran to the living room. I sighed and dragged myself to the living room. Edward put a video in and sat down on the lumpy couch. I sat down next to him and pulled a pillow to my face. Might as well get ready to cover my blushing face… I thought.

"What did it say on the video?" I asked nervously. Please don't make it--!

"Bella's First Date." His tone sounded weird. The video began…

In the video, it showed a 16 year old Bella in a beautiful blue dress that was strapless and hugged every curve of her body. She wore blue flats and her hair was straightened. She had a blue ribbon on her hair.

"Why do I have to go to the dance with…him?" the 16 year old Bella asked. Renee--who was recording all of this--sighed.

"Bella, you can't keep on staying in the house, reading a book and not hanging out with your friends!" she told her. "It's not normal!"

"I'm not normal," Bella reminded her, "but if it makes you happy…" Suddenly, the doorbell rang and Renee excitedly went to go answer it.

"Well, aren't you handsome, Anthony?" Renee complimented. Anthony was quite handsome--Brown, gelled, spiky hair with awesome green eyes. He was in a black tuxedo, but not buttoned up.

"Uh, thanks, Mrs. Swan," he said shyly. "Are you ready, Isabella?" He winked at her which made Bella make a gagging sound.

"Be nice, Bella," Renee scolded her.

"Oh, I will," she muttered, "by doing something involving my fist and a very precious item every boy has."

"What was that?" her mother demanded.

"Nothing."

The video turned to black, but then appeared again showing a very happy Bella and Anthony covering his nose and his…ahem…item.

"What happened?" Renee asked. Bella stared to rock on her heels. Anthony sighed.

"She punched me in the face, in the process of breaking my nose, and kicked me somewhere," he mumbled the last part.

"Why?" her mother asked appalled. Bella would never hurt anyone.

"Close proximity," Bella said. "And that's why you shouldn't make me go to the prom with a guy like him."

Renee sighed.

The video ended.

Edward looked at me. "You didn't tell me you went on a date." I blushed guiltily.

"I wouldn't call it a date," I muttered.

"You broke his nose and kicked him in the groin?!" he asked appalled also. "Never knew you for a violent person, love."

"People like him, bring out the bad side of me," I told him.

"Why do you hate him?" he asked.

"One, he always calls me "Isabella". Two, he winks at me all the time. And three, he likes to touch me." I shuddered at the last part.

"Ah," he said. "Well, let's watch the rest of it!"

"Ugh!"

After blushing a lot and watching all of the home videos, I finally had my time with Edward. We were standing in the middle of the living room, hugging each other.

I sighed. "I have to call Mike."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Please?" I heard him sigh and let me go. I kissed him lightly on the lips and headed for the phone. I dialed his number.

"Hello?" came Mike's dull voice.

"'Sup, Nerdton!"

Weird ending…

Review! It's a one-shot sorry! I'm working on something else...

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