WHHHEEEE

Edward had promised me the day before that he would come over to my house at half past ten when he finished hunting overnight. It was already ten when I heard his Volvo rolling into Charlie's usual spot on the driveway. He was early.

Luckily, I was already dressed, and decent. I walked out the house, locking the door, and climbed into his familiar silver car.

As soon as I closed the door, the locks clicked right away.

"Good morning, you're early, Edward." I said.

I turned to give him a kiss when –

"AHHH!" I screamed. "MIKE?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN EDWARD'S CAR?!" I tried opening the door but failed. Stupid child lock.

That horrendous Mike Newton was in the car. "Well, actually, this is my car. For today at least."

"Mike." I said sternly. "Explain." My face was turning red with anger.

He pulled out of the driveway and sped away.

"Well, I don't know what you see in the Cullen kid anyway." He started talking. "Since you're not interested in me, I decided to be like Edward, but only better. So, I rented out a Volvo, got some contacts, borrowed some clothes, and fixed my hair up."

He was right, I knew about the Volvo, but when I looked at him, he didn't look like Mike the preppy dresser, but more like Edward in his casual attire. He had caramel-honey-looking contacts in his eyes, and his blond hair looked darker, and messier. And I still didn't find him even a bit attractive.

"Did you really dye your hair?" I asked.

"No, just some of that wash out stuff."

"How did you know that Edward was going to come get me?"

"I heard you and Edward talking about it yesterday in final period."

I remember. Mike sat in front of Edward and me in our government class. He would've heard.

"Mike, where are we going?"

"La Push." He answered simply.

Holy crow. La Push? Edward couldn't possibly save me then. Crap Crap Crap.CRAP! I can't jump out, the car was moving. Crap, I don't like where this is going. We were already heading towards the border. I never knew Mike could drive like this—he was already going over 70 MPH.

"Mike! Slow down!" I screamed at him.

He winced—"No! Edward drives fast! And you like him!"—And started driving faster.

I swear, he was turning delusional.

I knew we were at the border.

Where is Edward? Alice? Surely she would've seen my future disappear. What am I suppose to do? I thought.

"Mike, when are we leaving?"

"I don't know. Noontime?"

I inconspicuously pulled out the cell phone Edward had given me, and started slowly sending a mass text to Alice and Edward.

Thanks for saving me. (A/N she's being sarcastic.) Mike is taking me to La Push in case you haven't noticed. Please help, I'm scared. I don't know what he's going to do. Save me, but don't break the treaty.

Bella

I hit send and waited. A few seconds later,

Bella, you and I both know well that we can't get over the border. Just bear with him. I expect to see you back in a few hours. I didn't expect this at all; I thought it would be happening next week. Don't worry, we already have everything planned. Be careful, I can't see anything. Don't do anything stupid.

Btw, this is Edward's fault. He would answer but he kind of broke his phone from wrestling with Emmett.

Alice

I sighed. They couldn't get me. At least she said I would make it back alive. She couldn't see anything; did that mean the werewolves of La Push were coming?

"Hey Mike, is anyone going to be there?"

"No, just you and me." He grinned and leaned his hand to caress my cheek. I flinched from his touch. Disgusting.

I was really contemplating to jump out the car and start running, but Edward would have my butt for injuring me.

Mike had parked the Volvo at the First Beach lot and I was still stuck inside. He had insisted on being the gentleman and unloading everything. I had no problem with that.

He held his hand out for me, and I ignored it. I got out less than gracefully with my foot catching onto the car, I fell towards the earth. 'Edward' didn't even catch me.

He stared at me while I pulled myself into a sitting position.

"Are you okay?" He asked stupidly.

"You are a horrible Edward." I pointed out flatly.

His face fell and he continued unpacking the trunk.

Mike had inelegantly scooped me up and placed me a little less than gently on a mat.

We were having a picnic.

He leaned towards me, his arms snaking around my waist. His face tilted to mine, he closed his eyes and inhaled, "Mm, you smell so pretty, just like…strawberries."

"Err…Mike, why don't you show me what you packed!" I practically screamed.

He untangled his arms off of me and pulled his head, reaching for the basket.

"I TiVoed this on TV just for today." He smiled and pulled out a disgusting burnt dish.

"I made two kinds of casseroles. Here's a brussels sprout casserole, and I have a liver and onion casserole. It's my grandmother's secret recipe."

I was trying so hard to hold in this morning's breakfast. They looked brown and red, and overall, repulsive. He took out a small dish of what looked like to be chocolate.

"And to finish it off! Brownies!"

They looked like dog poop, and frankly, I wouldn't be surprise if it was.

Mike was staring at me, "Oh yeah, I wanted to ask you a very important question."

"Bella,' Mike stood up and pulled me up with him. Again, less than gentle. He then knelt down on one knee. Oh dear.

"Bella, will you promise to go with me to the Valentine's Fling?" and pulled out what look like a promise ring. He reached for my left hand.

I jerked my hand out of Mike's, "First off, Mike, I have to accept in order for you to stick a ring on my finger, and second of all, I don't accept!" I shrieked at his face.

"Take me home," I commanded.

"Bella," he started.

"Mike. Take. Me. Home. Now."

Mike was combing his hands through his wannabe bronze hair with an exasperated sigh.

I started walking to the car while he packed up. All of a sudden—"AH! I can't see!"

I pivoted, "What happened?" I called.

"My contact fell off!" I stifled a laugh as I looked at Mike's eyes. One was bronze-like colored, and the other was his original blue.

"Just take the other one out!" I cried.

"NOOO!" He screamed. "I MUST BE PERFECT FOR YOU!" He started scrambling wildly for his contact.

"Bella?" I heard. I turned around; it was Sam, with his arms around Emily. No wonder Alice couldn't see what was going to happen to me here.

"Err. Hi," I stuttered, turning a little red.

"What are you doing here?" He asked. "Is that…Edward?" He pointed out more ferociously.

Oh no. They thought Mike was Edward over the border. I hate today.

"NO! No!" I squeaked. "It's just Mike, he wanted to impress me by trying to be like Edward." I glared at said idiot ferociously.

Once Sam and Emily had caught on knowing that I was not swooning over the Edward imposter, they were both smiling identically as they walked away. Now I was the fool of La Push.

"Wait till everyone else hears about this!" Sam boomed.

This time Mike drove slowly, under the speed limit. I wished I hadn't scolded at him, so he would've driven fast and got us to the border soon. Mike had taken off his contacts and now he just looked like a blue-eyed wannabe Edward. Until the rain started pouring when he was loading stuff back into the trunk. His temporary hair dye started running down his face, causing his blonde locks to show out more. I felt a bit sorry for him. He was trying so hard.

The car ride back to Forks was awkwardly quiet. Mostly awkward. I stopped empathizing with Mike when he started feeling a bit confident even after his course of massive failures. He tried putting his arm behind my headrest a few times, and even worse, he had the nerve to put his hand on my thigh. I slapped him with enough force to power New York City for a good five minutes, (Exaggerate much :P) and he cowered away from me with his tail between his legs.

I could see the invisible borderline coming up and my heart sped up anxiously but stopped when I couldn't see anyone in sight. No Edward, no Alice.

All of a sudden, tiny Alice came out the bushes alongside the road dressed up in army wear. She stood her camouflaged self in front of Mike's car.

"Ah!" Mike shrieked and braked the car to a sudden halt.

From a small bag, she pulled out a bullhorn out and put it to her mouth, "Let the girl out, and no one gets hurt," her chiming voice threatened.

Mike really was not going to give up. He started rolling down his window and yelled, "No! I haven't taken her home and kissed her!"

I gagged at the thought of his lips on mine.

My door suddenly flew open, making both of us shriek. There, in his godly self, was Edward.

Mike recovered from the scare and held tightly onto my arm.

"Newton, let go of my girlfriend," Edward said calmly.

"No." Mike held on even tighter.

I knew what Edward was thinking. He would love to rip Mike's arm off and crush the car with that arm, but he couldn't risk exposing himself and his family.

Edward was pinching the bridge of his nose out of frustration. "Please let go of my girlfriend?"

"No."

He let go of his nose. "Well then, I'm sorry."

Mike was baffled. "Why?"

"Not you, you imbecile, sorry to Bella."

Mike was smiling; he thought he won and that he could take me back home and give me that kiss. I looked at Edward, feeling betrayed.

But neither of us humans realized that Alice was fiddling under the hood of the car during the Edward-Mike showdown until she giggled, "Done." And slammed the hood shut.

Mike was so shocked as both of his hands flew to his face. He scrambled out of the car and ran to the front.

"What'd you do?!" he screeched.

Edward was helping me out of the car and into HIS Volvo as Alice pranced behind us.

"Nothing," she called over her shoulder. "Just took apart the engine, let the oil leak, and pulled and rearranged some cables."

Mike looked like he was about to faint.

"I really didn't do anything to the car. I just opened the hood and then slammed it shut," Alice said as we drove away from Mike.

"What a day…" I groaned as I snuggled into my bed.

"I know," Edward answered as he pulled my quilt over my body.

I was tracing around Edward's neck carefully.

"Bella, what are you doing?"

"Hm…? Oh, I was just taking precautions."

He sighed. "I'm scared to ask…what precautions?"

"Just making sure you're not Mike wearing an Edward mask."

BAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA. So day 2 in done after like a whole month. I never promised weekly/daily updates.

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