A/N: Here is the third chapter

A/N: Here is the third chapter. I am suffering (Yes, suffering.) from the cursed writer's block, so you can expect a slight delay on the fourth chapter. I have already decided, though, that I will make a prequel and a sequel to this story when it's done, so we can all look forward to that. And, I have the suspicion that I will be forced to explain the big idea of using a waitress for a POV. The answer, my friends, is that I am referring now to the original series by Stephenie Meyer (Not me, of course. I'm not that creative.), during which a waitress named Amber flirts unsuccessfully with our beloved Edward when he and Bella go to the Italian restaurant in Port Angeles. This is her. She's back again; ready to tell us more about Edward's change. Sorry if she sounds a little… dumb. Just trying to interpret what Edward calls "mindless chatter." Anyway, she won't narrate for long. I do not enjoy writing from a mindless human's point of view, especially not hers.

WPOV (Waitress's Point Of View): Ugh. Work here sucks, with the exception of being able to meet hot guys and make a buck. It's been a slow day, and I am stuck here until ten. I don't know why I don't just quit this job. No, wait. I do. It must be because I'm single and desperate for a man. The only way I might get one is working as a waitress. The only boy I've ever really wanted was that one who came in with that girl almost a year ago. I think I'd do anything to have him. His beautiful, tousled, bronze hair, that face… wait, what? Oops, looks like the old man at table three is finally ready to leave….

One Hour Later….

Wow. Wow. Wow, wow, wow. That guy from a year ago is here! Like, Here! Oh my god, I have to be the one to serve him. There he is… wait, is he with a girl? Ah, he is. There go my chances of a hot boyfriend. Still, maybe he'd dump her for me. I could always try. I think I will. Better go talk to him. Oops, I mean them.

"Hello, my name is Amber, and I will be your server for tonight." I think I sound pretty upbeat. Does my hair look good? I'll check as soon as I have them seated. "Please, follow me…." Whoops, I just fell forward. Ugh, stupid heels! The boy, he just leaned forward. He caught me! Wow! Wait, why isn't his girlfriend upset? She should be. A normal girl would. Well, I think I should seat them in a sort of private spot. He likes that, right? He asked for it last time. I remember. "Perhaps something more private?" He'd said those exact words. He seems to like the seclusion of the table. I'll ask if he-er, they-want anything to drink. "Can I get you anything to drink?" The boy looks to the girl. She grins. He smiles up at me. "Two cokes."

EPOV: "Two cokes," I muttered up at the waitress. It figured, we had the same one as before, and on the way here, Bella and I decided to get the same things we did before. It was like a reenactment of the fateful night the two of us shared here so many days ago-a year, in fact. "So, Edward, do you know how to properly use these alien utensils?" Bella's sweet voice interrupted my thoughts as she held up a fork. I looked up at her, hoping that my face was enough to take her breath away. "Hah. Funny. Don't worry, I already suffered through that lesson." She giggled. "Good, because I'm not a good teacher."

It wasn't long before the waitress came back and asked eagerly if she could get us anything. Bella laughed and spoke to her. "We'll have two orders of the mushroom ravioli."

"Okay, I'll have that right out." It was obvious that she was struggling not to say something cruel to Bella as she walked away.

I looked at Bella, and she laughed. "I feel a strong dislike for her." I chuckled. "Well, Bella. I think I know why." I leaned towards her. She hugged me. "I think you do. You have heard her thoughts." I pulled away. "Oh. Sorry, Edward."

"I forgive you. It's just a bit of a shocker, still." The waitress appeared again. "Here you are. Enjoy. Holler if you need me." She turned away quickly. I guessed that she had given up on the flirting idea. I turned to the food. It smelled good. I took a bite, chewing slowly. Bella watched me intently. I grinned. "Mmm. Dirt."

It worked. She smiled. "Hah. I dare you to eat it all."

"You're on."

I was done before her. I had eaten everything. She was a few bites behind. "Time to go?" I must admit, I was eager to leave, mostly because I looked forward to a slow drive with my fiancée.

"Yup. I wonder if the waitress will even want to come back so we can leave." I chuckled. The waitress appeared, looking upset and unwillingly handed us the bill. I quickly paid, and we stood up together, walking quickly out of the restaurant. We climbed into the Volvo, and I touched Bella's shoulder, frustrated that I couldn't hear her pulse quicken. I knew it was, though. "Bella, I'll do you a huge favor. Today, we drive slow." She smiled.

"Are you serious, or is this a cruel joke?"

"I promise that I am as serious as serious gets." She was overjoyed.

"Oh, thank you, Edward!"

I blushed lightly, nodding. "You're welcome."

I hit the gas pedal, struggling to stop myself from accelerating. We slowly left the town, going a little bit below the speed limit. It was frustrating, but it was for Bella.

BPOV: I was amazed to see that Edward had finally come to his senses. Driving slow? Anyone who knows Edward knows that he doesn't often do that. "Okay, what is it?" He looked innocently at me.

"Why, I have no idea what you could possibly mean."

"Don't be silly, Edward. You never drive at a reasonable speed."

"That's a moot point."

"No, it's not."

He pulled over and looked at me. "I feel that you ought to be comfortable when you drive with me." I glared at him. He held my gaze, but it wasn't long before he flinched.

"You and I both know that isn't it." I challenged.

"I… don't know why, Bella. I simply don't feel the urge to move as quickly as usual." He looked at me, eyes a mixture of confusion and discomfort.

"Is that really all? You make it sound like a big deal." He stared at me.

"Yes, that's all. I just don't like this. I'm not enjoying the odd bits and pieces that come with being a human, and I don't enjoy talking about it. With you, I only manage to do it after you encourage me and I get started." He blushed, grimacing. I reached up and touched his face, feeling the unusual warmth.

He smiled softly. I put my hand in his. Just then, my cell phone went off. I nodded at him and took away my hand to grab the phone. It was Alice. I flipped it open and answered.

"Bella? Is that you? Oh my god, where's Edward? I need to talk to him now!"

I was surprised. "Alice, he's right here. I'll give him the phone." I handed the phone to him. In doing so, our hands touched. His hand was hot. It was practically on fire. He looked at me, eyes filled with fear. "Alice? What is it?" He listened for a minute. His eyes widened with shock, terror, and anger.

"They what?!" He choked on his own words. "I'll be there as soon as possible. Is there anything you can do?" He listened and nodded, eyes burning. "Bye." He shut the phone and handed it back to me, careful not to let me touch his skin.

"Edward? What happened?" Tears were rolling down his face, and his shoulders were shaking. I got an idea, but I shrugged it off. That couldn't happen.

"Bella…." He was obviously horrified. "The Volturi have a few new members. They aren't coming. They're messing with me long distance." I looked into his eyes. I saw something in them that reminded me of Jake.

"You aren't becoming a…." He nodded, wincing as the tremors rolled through him again.

"Werewolf," he whispered.