"Wow," I breathed, lowering the microphone from my mouth.
Edward nodded, apparently as amazed as I was.
"BELLA! BELLA! Beeelllaaa!" I heard Alice squeal as I stepped off the stage.
"Oh my gosh Bella! That was so totally your song!" Rosalie said excitedly.
"My song?" I asked.
"Not just your song, but both of yours! Yours and Edwards!" Alice said.
"Um…our song?" I asked, still confused.
"Yeah! The song they're going to play on your first date and when you guys have your wedding!" Alice said excitedly.
First date? Wedding? We just met him today. Talk about jumping ahead. "Um…sure, Alice," I said, not in the mood for arguing.
Alice and Rosalie then started talking animatedly together about their ideal wedding, when I heard a chuckle from behind me.
I turned around quickly to see the most beautiful pair of green eyes staring into mine.
I didn't seem to be able to speak, as if the only thing I could do was stare back into those eyes.
"You have an amazing voice," Edward said.
I blushed a deep red before replying. "Thanks. You do too," I said shyly.
Edward smiled a dazzling smile at me. "Do you take lessons?"
I nodded, still fazed by his beauty.
I then realized Edward looked very nervous, because he kept tugging on the collar of his shirt and scratching the back of his head.
He seemed to have caught my curious stare, because he took a deep breath.
"I wanted to invite you and your friends to our table to celebrate your birthday," he said nervously.
I smiled. "Sure! Let me go get them," I said. It's not like I would've rejected. Who would?
But I then heard Alice's voice from behind me. "No need! We already know," she said, smiling brightly.
So my two best friends, Edward, and I walked to his table. Well, Edward, Rosalie, and I walked. Alice mostly bounced on her toes excitedly as she made her way to the table.
"Hey guys, today is Bella's birthday, so we're all going to celebrate together," Edward told Jasper and Emmett.
"I think we need a bigger table…" Emmett said, looking around at all of us.
"Thank you captain obvious," I said sarcastically.
The table we were standing at was only meant for 4 people, and we had 6 people.
Everyone laughed, and Emmett just grinned.
I watched as Edward called for a waitress to come over.
The waitress, a blond bimbo, flipped her hair and swayed her hips over to us.
"Did you change your mind?" she asked, smiling flirtatiously.
Change your mind? What's that supposed to mean? Oh, she better not have…
"Uh…no, but I would really appreciate it if you could find a bigger table for us?" He said politely, motioning towards our group.
The waitress smiled at him with unnecessary warmth, and then turned towards the rest of us quickly. She threw me a quick glare and then turned back to him.
"How many people?" she asked sweetly.
"Looks like someone didn't pass 1st grade," Rosalie muttered.
Alice and I started laughing while Emmett and Jasper started snickering.
Edward seemed like he was trying to hold in laughter, because his face started turning a slight red. The waitress seemed to not have heard.
Emmett then pretended to point at everyone.
"There's Rosalie, Bella, Edward, Jasper, Alice, and me," he said.
He then pretended to count off the names on his fingers. When he got to the fifth person, he started whining. "I only have five fingers! What about the sixth person?"
Everyone laughed.
"Use your other hand," we all muttered sarcastically.
After a little bit of more whining, Emmett finally decided to tell us his total.
"There are six people in our group," he said triumphantly.
The waitress sighed and rolled her eyes. "Aren't you a little big for your age?" she asked, flipping her hair again.
Someone obviously hadn't caught on.
This, of course, set off a whole new batch of snickers and giggling throughout our group.
The waitress didn't seem to understand what was so funny, so she just batted her eyes at Edward and said, "Follow me."
We all followed the waitress to a table that could fit 8 people. I ended up sitting next to Alice on my right and Edward on my left, and Rosalie across from me.
Emmett was on Rosalie's right, and Jasper was seated on her left.
"Can I get you anything else?" the waitress asked, leaning closer to Edward.
He looked really uncomfortable, seeing as he pretty much had a full view of the blonde's breasts.
It wasn't only him who had the view. I did too, seeing as I sat right next to him.
I decided to save him from the torture. Well, I admit, myself also.
I leaned over to Edward, pressing my breasts against his arm.
"Do you think we need anything else honey?" I purred into his ear, smiling a seductive smile.
Edward shivered slightly and his breathing stopped for a few seconds. He then turned around to face me.
"No, I don't think so, sweetheart," he said as flirtatiously.
I smiled at what he said, but I soon found myself lost in his eyes again.
Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw the waitress huff and stomp away.
"Well that was interesting," Jasper commented as I leaned back into my seat.
I turned a deep red. The color of my face would most likely have made a tomato jealous.
"Why'd you say we didn't need anything?" Emmett asked.
"I wanted cake!" He whined.
Edward rolled his eyes. "I didn't want to have to talk to that waitress again if we ordered from her. So I'm going to get a different waitress."
"Getting a different waitress isn't going to do anything," I muttered.
He seemed to have heard that, because he turned to me with a smirk playing on his lips.
"Is someone jealous?" he teased.
"Psshh…hell no. I've already had my fill today with stalker boy," I grumbled.
"Stalker boy?" he asked curiously.
"I'll tell him!" Alice said. She then went into a full detailed report on what had happened with the waiter.
After she was done telling him, Edward's eyes were dark.
"I can't believe they hired people like this," he said.
"I'm sure these people are great people. It's just that once such good looking people like me and you walk in here, they can't control their hormones," I said sarcastically.
Everyone laughed aloud, while poor Emmett had been drinking his soda. He spit out his drink and starting booming with laughter.
Edward just smirked. "Did someone just call me good looking?" he asked, leaning towards me.
I rolled my eyes. "Don't forget I called myself that too," I said, trying to still seem unaffected. But in the inside, I was starting to melt in his presence.
He was only a few inches away from me now. "I guess that means we go together," he said.
He was so close to me now that I could feel his breath on my face.
He started leaning much closer towards my face, when I heard Emmett's loud voice.
"Come on you guys! I want cake!" he whined.
I rolled my eyes, and lightly pushed Edward away from me, so that I could have a minute and breathe.
"Talk about ruining the moment," I muttered.
Edward laughed, and then motioned for a waitress to come over.
"Do you need any help?" she asked sweetly. She had dark red hair, and was wearing a pink tank top and an incredibly short mini skirt underneath her uniform.
"That skirt could pass as a belt," I said out loud.
This set off a whole new batch of snickers, but Edward just continued, hiding a smile.
"Yes, we would like to order a cake," he said politely.
"What type do you like?" she asked, leaning towards him now. I noticed there was more then one meaning in her words.
Edward turned away from her and faced me. I covered my mouth to hide a giggle that was coming out of my mouth after seeing the waitress' expression.
"How about a plain chocolate cake?" I asked.
"Plain?" Alice asked, pouting.
I nodded my head stubbornly. What's wrong with a chocolate cake? Who needs all that extra stuff?
I was surprised to see Alice smile and nod.
She turned to the waitress and said, "We'll have a plain chocolate cake. But make it an ice cream cake, and it better have chocolate icing…"
I rolled my eyes, watching as Alice listed off everything she could think of.
Alice always seemed to find a loophole…
Birthday singing, chocolate cake, laughing, and an hour later, the manager made his way over to us.
When he reached us, he smiled largely.
"Bella! Edward! Congratulations!" he said.
I smiled at his enthusiasm and greeted him back.
"I just came here to give both of you your checks from winning tonight's contest," he said brightly, poking his hand into his pocket and bringing out two checks.
"Oh, um...thank you!" I said, as he handed one of them to me.
I looked down at the check to see 1,000 dollars written neatly on it.
"Wait, I'm not getting 500?" I asked. I figured that since there were two winners, we would have to split the 1,000.
"Of course not!" he said. "We would never make you two split!"
Emmett started snickering at the double meaning of the words.
Once the manager bid us goodnight, I sat down, and then finally realized what I had in my hands.
Wow. 1,000 dollars richer. What am I going to do with all of that?
