AN: I know i took really long to update. My computer got some kind of bug andhas been feeling ill. I need to borrow my friends to access the net.
i don't own Twilight. Enjoy.
Later that evening Jessica dropped Bella off. She walked into the neon flashing establishment to discover it was a bowling alley. She caught the group standing by the counter. Jacob was counting out the cash everyone was tossing in to pay for the rented shoes and to play some games.
Edward spotted her and flashed a white smile. She couldn't help return it and waved hello as she approached.
"Okay," Emmett announced, "We'll break into teams of two and see who gains the highest score. I got Rose."
Bella waited in Jacob's eye-line hoping to get his attention, but he ignored her and asked Paul to partner up. Edward patted he shoulder and held at his hand. She frowned. "Yeah sure."
With a curious expression he pointed to her chin.
"Oh. I don't really know how to play. You couldn't possibly win with me."
He grinned and lifted her chin slightly with his fist. Chin up.
He directed her to get a pair of shoes and a pink six pound ball. They headed to their lane and Edward pressed a few buttons. Bella's name appeared on the monitor over their head and a long metal rim rose from the gutters.
She looked at the bumpers and then at the other lanes. "Isn't that cheating?"
He shrugged and handed her the light weight bowling ball. He sat down in the chair while she stuck her first two fingers into the ball. She swung back her hand and released the ball forward. It bounced from bumper to bumper eventually hitting the left side pin. She turned around to look at Edward.
He had face palmed and shook his head. He got up to help her with her next roll. He put her correct fingers in the holes and rotated her wrist so she will have a smooth underhand roll. He pointed to the ten markings in the form of a triangle on the lane then to the pins. Aim for here so it will end up there.
"I'll try." She rolled again and this time it hit four pins.
Edward gave her a thumbs-up. It was his turn. The bumpers didn't descend. He took his ball and rolled it. Seven pins fell. On his second roll the ball hit the metal and left the three pins standing.
"I thought you were an expert. What's with the bumpers?"
He gave a devilish grin. He thumbed himself then thumbs-down with a raspberry.
"You suck too, huh?" she giggled.
They continued to play taking turns, laughing at how pathetic their score was compared to the other teams. Bella grasped her ball with two hands, held her two feet apart and bent over. Edward couldn't help but enjoy the view. She pulled her hands back and rolled the ball forward with force. It went straight for the center pin and knocked it down causing the others to follow cascading down. She was so thrilled to get the strike she ran over to the silently cheering Edward and hugged him. She quickly pulled away.
"I have to stop doing that."
He snorted and held his palm up in the air. She high-fived it.
"That was awesome. I can't believe I got a strike."
He pointed at her then crossed his arm to pat his own back.
"I really am proud. Wow! Your turn."
While he took his turn, Bella glanced over at Jacob. It was also his turn. She watched as he pulled his arm back and rolled the ball perfectly to pick up the spare. She was impressed. She turned back to Edward, who also managed to hit all ten pins by the end of his second roll. She held up her hand and he smacked it. "Yay! That was great."
The time was growing late so they called it a night. Bella and Edward just made less than half the amount of points to the winning team, Emmett and Rosalie. Bella stood outside with her cell held between her shoulder and ear waiting for Jessica to pick up her phone. She saw Jacob climb into Jazz's car along with Alice, Paul, and Embry. No Leah again. More people jumped into their cars to drive away. When she saw Edward, a thought popped into her head. Oh Shit! I don't think Jessica is going to pick up!
"Edward!" she yelled waving her arms high in the air. "Can I have a lift?"
AN: So what do you think might happen?