"Guess who talked Stacey Wemer into letting us in to the drive in theatre tonight?"
Groaning Edward flopped down onto the couch next to me, laying his head in my lap. Stretching out he brushed my toes with one hand and came dangerously close to my nose with the other.
"I don't get it. You hate Stacey and you hate the drive in. What was last times excuse - oh yes, 'only horny love sick teens sit in a car and watch geezer movies'."
"Both statements are surprisingly true, however tonight they're showing horror movies. My favourite."
"I still don't get it," Edward frowned as he twisted the thin silver ring on my middle finger, the one he'd given me for my fifteenth birthday.
It was simple, no stone, just a clean band of silver, easy and carefree like our friendship had always been. Edward wore an exact replica on his middle finger as well, though his was a little thicker.
A matching pair.
"Stacey's going to let us in for free, numb nuts. For free! How the hell can I pass that offer up?"
"Guess you can't," he sighed as he measured my wrist by cupping it with his thumb and each opposing finger.
"Well," I huffed, "if you think there is something better to do tonight-"
"It's not that," he grimaced, letting my wrist go. "I want to go to the drive in with you, trust me I do. But - I kind of have a date?"
Edward wasn't telling me, he was asking permission.
"With who?" I frowned, wondering why he hadn't told me earlier.
Thursday was always movie night, Thursday was usually our night. It was really the only night of the week Edward wasn't busy with engagements his family coerced him into. His family was rich, i.e he got all the party invitations and usually had to attend on principle. He was a Cullen after all.
"Jessica Stanley."
"Who?" I questioned. I'd never heard of her and she was not in any of my classes.
"She goes to Forks High. I think she's friends with your sister."
"First of all, Bella is my step sister not my sister and secondly, are you out of your fucking mind? They're like fourteen," I shrieked the latter part while he cringed back a little.
"I know alright," he moaned, rubbing at his neck. "Her father, Rodney, works with Carlisle at the hospital and asked if I could take his daughter out, you know, show her around the town and what not. They've only been here a couple of months and he thinks she should get out more."
"You are so lame right now. You realise you're ditching me for a kid right?" I huffed in annoyance, trying to pick at the no existent threads of Edward's mothers couch. The deep burgundy was rich, streamlined with silk panels, much too extravagant for a sitting room.
"I know," he nodded, rising from the chair and glancing at the huge grandfather clock. "You want me to drop you home on my way into town?" he added, trying to get on my sweet side.
It wasn't going to happen because now I had to find someone else to hang out with.