The smells of the Deli swarmed my nose and made my mouth water

The smells of the Deli swarmed my nose and made my mouth water. I looked at Edward, only to find him already staring at me with a smile on his face.

"Is this simple enough?"

"Um, yeah." I moved my fingers; they were still locked in Edward's cold, firm hand. I tried to secretly pull my hand from his grasp. It was hard to maintain hatred for someone who put butterflies in your stomach from them just holding your hand.

He looked at me with an amused smirk. "I'm I squeezing too hard?" Darn! He caught me!

"No. It just feels a little awkward. You know, you hate me and I hate you."

"Bella I don't hate you. Well at least not since you said sorry."

"I didn't!!" He laughed.

"Why do you have to be so stubborn Bella?"

"Only with you!"

"Does that mean I'm special?" I turned away, glaring at the pale walls of the resterant. "I thought you said we could pretend this one time, and then after you could go back to hating me."

"I meant I would try. But so far you've been making it very difficult!"

"My, my Bella. You do have a quite a little temper don't you?"

"Let's just get this over with." He turned away a smile pulling at the corners of his lips.

Edward seemed to find me absolutely hilarious. Everything I said he laughed at, or tried to keep himself from laughing. And then I realized, we were still holding hands. Did he distract me? Yes he did! He brought up a subject he knew I would argue with, thus taking my mind off the hand issue.

"Can I help you?" I heard a male voice ask in flirtatious way. I looked up from my thoughts to see a young teenage boy smiling at me, with stars in his eyes.

"No, but I think she wants something." Edward motioned to me. Edward had a certain tone to his voice. A tone I didn't recognize. Anger? Annoyance? Not quite sure. Whatever it was it made me a little scared. Not for myself but for the boy. I liked it. But I did know one thing, that boy wasn't talking to Edward.

I smiled and looked above for the menu. I was about to order when instead Edward spoke.

"We'd like a table." The boy gave Edward a resentful look, as he gabbed two menus and led the way. We followed, Edward having a mockery smile pasted all over his face. Seriously guys? I just want some food. The table was very conveniently seated in a small private corner. This seemed to please Edward. "Perfect." His voice was so low that I was sure only I had heard him.

The boy pulled out the chair for me, but Edward quickly grabbed the chair from him. "I know you're busy, so we won't keep you. Thank you for your service, you've been most helpful, but I can take it from here."

The boy glared at Edward. Slapping down the two menus on the table as he stalked off, mumbling and grumping to himself. Edward pushed my chair in and sat down across from me.

I picked up my menu, confused about what just happened. Edward pushed his menu to the side of the table, still staring at me.

"You're not ordering anything?"

"No, I'm really not that hungry."

"So we came here just for me?" Awww. I mean No! Edward placed on hand under his chin still grinning at me. I was assuming that was a yes. Um, that's kind of sweet.

"What was that little display?"

"What display?" I gave him the look.

"You know what I'm talking about."

"He's no good."

"How would you know? He was so sweet." I noticed he cringed at the last word. Weird. "And what do you mean, no good?"

"Bella have you ever known someone so well that you could always read them almost as it they were an open book?" Jessica. My mother.

"Yeah, but what does that have to do with him?"

"Well, I can read people very, very well. Almost as they were an open book."

"Anyone?" He smiled.

"Mostly." I knew he knew what I was getting at. So the next question didn't really come as a surprise.

"Me?"

"Ha, you are the only exception. I don't know why, but I have trouble figuring out what's on your mind, or what you're thinking at times. You completely surprise me frequently. Others are easy to tell what they're thinking. But you, you bedazzle me. I'm not quite sure that I like that." His face went up into a dazzling curved smile.

WOOOOW. I love that smile. That one has to be my favorite. I could feel the burning red raising in my checks. I quickly looked down, pulling the menu up over my face. Can't let him see me drooling all over my self.

"So," I said clearing my throat, "What was so bad about him. Why was he no good?"

"Can I start you off with some drinks?" I heard another male's voice. I looked up, it wasn't the same one waiter as before. This one was an older gentleman. And he was married anyway. Edward looked me.

"Oh, um." I looked at the menu as if it held the simple answer. I heard the little ear tingling chuckle of Edward.

"How about a coke?" Edward said. I pulled the menu down from my face. Edward was smiling. He raised one eyebrow, still smiling.

"Yeah that sounds good." I said, a little embarrassed.

"Ok, make that two cokes."

The waiter jotted something down, "Are you ready to order then?" Both heads turned back to me.

"I hear their chicken and bacon croissants are good. They come with a light salad, and the soup of the day." The waiter nodded in agreement.

"Oh, ok, I'll have that then." The waiter smiled and jotted something down. He then looked to Edward; Edward just shook his head in silence. The waiter picked up both menus and was off.

"Sorry, I don't eat much. To eat I mean. I don't go out to eat much. I'm used to just cooking for myself." Edward looked like he was willing to except the cover up, but he wasn't fooled for one moment. He knew it had to be something else. I could see suspicion etched all over his face.

"I understand. I'd say it's a good thing we decided to go out to lunch." He emphasized the words go out. I guess he noticed my discomfort as he quickly changed the subject. "So, tell me something I don't know about you Bella." I'd rather not.

"What do you want to know?"

"Anything, something interesting. Something I would never guess." I bit my lip.

"Um," come on Bella, think of something. Edward's patients seem to never run out, as he kept his intrigued smile on. "I drive a tuck?" His eyebrows raised into confusion. Like he missed something.

"You drive a truck?"

"Yeah."

"Um, I never would have guessed that. Why don't you use it?" I no freaking gas!

"I prefer to walk."

"Do you?"

"Yeah, the air is refreshing, and it's nice to have some alone and quite time." I smiled my cute smile. Or at least I hope it was. Just than a plate was placed in front of me. My mouth streaming with drool. The croissant was cut in two, with bacon poking out the edges. And off to the side was small perfect sized salad with Italian dressing lightly poured on it. Then there was small bowl of hot tomato soup. Hmmm! I went for the fist half of sandwich, snatching it up and taking a massive bit.

I forgot I had an audience. Edward was rolling on the table with laughter, as the oversized bit was falling out of my mouth, my checks pushed to their limit with food. I put my hand up to my mouth to hold what food I could in my mouth. This is embarrassing! I could feel the light spread that had been in the sandwich on the side of my mouth.

I put the sandwich down, my face a deep crimson. I looked for a napkin but I couldn't find one. Then I felt a soft cloth smooth across my face, where the mess had been. I looked up, as the napkin was in Edward's hand. He held it out to me. Great now I feel like a two year old!

I snatched the napkin, even more embarrassed.

"Sorry."

"And you say you're not hungry. But it was adoring and absolutely hilarious at the same time." I picked the sandwich up, this time taking a smaller bit. I chewed it and swallowed.

"So can I ask you a question?"

"Yes, but I can't promise an answer."

"What were you thinking the first time we met? I mean you absolutely hated me, now you're acting like any of it didn't even happen. Was it something I did?"

He chuckled, "next." Awww!

"Ok, does Alice really hate me?" He found this to be funnier, as he bellowed out an ear tingling chuckle.

"Not as much as she acts."

"But she still hates me, maybe not as much, but still."

"I think she lacks the patents to deal with your stubbornness at times, but I wouldn't say she hates you."

The sandwich was delicious! And the salad was absolutely amazing! It was crisp and perfect. And everything was just the right size. I was stuffed. I hadn't even touched the soup. But I'm sure it was incredible. I looked at my coke cup it was empty.

I heard a cup slid across the table, as Edward pushed his towards me.

"Oh, that's ok,-"

"Please Bella. I promise you I even touch it." I took it and took long sip. I felt like a pig! I was the only one eating, and I had taken the only thing he ordered. "There, feel better?"

"Oh yes." I was smiling.

"I can tell, you don't have laser eyes." As the waiter passed by he dropped the check at the table. Edward didn't even look at it. He simply pulled out a couple twenties and stuffed it in the book. I thought this was inexpensive! Edward caught my face, of disbelief.

"I have to cover the tip, and I think he was pretty decent. Although he was serving you. What do you think, did you like him?"

"Yeah, he was nice."

"I think so too." He got up and came to me, holding his hand out. What was with him and the hand thing? I put my hand in his.

"Thanks, that was really good." He smiled and led the way out. I saw him glance at the boy that was no good, as we left out the door. He seemed to be warning him, because when I looked back the boy had a look of panic, and fear on his face.

Edward opened the silver door for me, hesitantly letting go of my hand as I slid in the car. I had to almost haul it out of his hand. Finally he let it go, with a little smile pulling on lips. He slipped in the driver's seat, with the same smile still on his face.

"What's so funny?" I was truly interested.

He hesitated to start the engine as he turned to look at me. And if possible his smile grew. 'Why, you of course."

"What did I do?"

"You just amuse me Bella. There's just something about you that's always so pleasant to me." I blushed at his words. Oh come on Bella, get a hold of yourself! I have to admit though, this was a pleasant lunch. And disturbingly I don't think I could have had a better time with anyone else, but Edward.

I gripped the seat as Edward speeded out the parking lot. Once again I didn't even feel the engine. "Charlie's right?" Oh Yeah, he said he was going to drive me home. Ok, ok, don't panic Bella. My heart was pounding! What if he figured it out?! Oh no! Ok, just stay calm.

I looked at Edward, but he had beaten me. His eyes were already locked to mine. He had a look of suspicion on his face again. He must have seen me panic.

"Yeah, Charlie's. You just caught me by surprise with the question." I smiled as best I could. It didn't look like he took the bait, his face was still hard. He turned back to the road.

"Wait, how did you know it was Charlie's house?"

"Everyone knows you the policeman's daughter. And I just happen to know where he lives." We got there super fast. Faster than I expected. I quickly stepped out the car, shutting the door behind me. I still had my key. And thank goodness Charlie wasn't home. That would only complicate things.

I thought my super fast movement would get me to the house first but Edward was already there when I got to the door. I looked back at the car and then at him.

"How did you-?" He smiled again. "Never mind." Maybe I was just a little too anxious to notice him. I got out my key and unlocked the door.

"May I come in?" I turned to him, with disbelief. If Charlie comes home, well then again it is a little early for him. Don't be so nervous Bella.

"I guess." He stepped in behind me, not even bothering to look around, just staring at me with his piercing gold eyes. I went upstairs to my use to be room, and opened the door. I had a couple private pieces of clothing lying on the floor from my last visit.

"Oh!" I rushed around gathering up my bra, and some underwear, quickly throwing them in the closet corner. And then shutting the door.

It's a good thing Charlie never went in my room, he would have notice I had been through. Edward laughed quietly to himself. He looked around and if inspecting the place. I felt bad about saying I lived here, when I really wasn't.

Edward sat on the edge of my bed, keeping his eyes fixed on me. "So this is where you live. It's nice." I was trying to look everywhere but him. We were enemies, but I still felt bad about lying to him after all he'd done for me.

Edward patted the space next to him. "I did promise I'd see to it you go some rest." Well the sooner I get in bed, the sooner he'll leave and I can get out of this house. It was giving me the creeps! What if Charlie showed up randomly?

I slipped my shoes off, and started towards the bed. As I made my way over, Edward stood up and pulled the covers back, while fluffing the pillow. A hot blush inched its way across my face. I slipped in laying my head down on the pillow. It felt nice to lie in a real bed. Aww, now I don't want to leave! Edward pulled the covers up to my neck. I put my arms above the purple quilt, pushing it down to my chest.

"That was nice, thank you for letting me do this for you Bella." I was about to say something, but was cut off by sheer shock, as Edward leaned down and kissed the top of my head. I was feeling really tired all of a sudden. I closed my eyes, with a reddened tomato face. I'm just going to close them for a few seconds, and then…….. I'll…….leave.. Could I go back to hating Edward? The last thing I heard before the darkness was the soft shutting sound of my door.

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ANSWERS TO FREQUENTLY ASKED QUESTIONS: Yes Edward is vampir. Yes his family are Vampirs as well. No Edward does no know for sure if Bella is homless yet, but he's getting really suspisous, which will led to investigation. Sorry if I missed your question! Ask again, and maybe next time. Thanks for the reveiws!