A Bonding Experience
(Part 1)
It was a month after my ordeal with James, and Edward was taking me to some unknown place and 8:00 in the morning on a Saturday. (What else is new?) Only, it wasn't a surprise place.
I figured this out when he turned up the gravel road that was his driveway.
"Your house, nice surprise." I said. "For once it isn't a surprise."
"No, there will definitely be a surprise. We just need to go here first." He replied, smirking. He stopped the car in front of the house and was at my door to help me out in a second.
"So what's really going on?" I asked him once I was stabile on my one good foot.
"Someone wants to have a. . . bonding day with you." He said.
"Who?" I asked.
"You'll find out inside." He said and firmly ushered me toward the house. I wasn't going to have a choice.
"Bella!" squealed Emmett as we came in the door. "Aren't you so excited for our date?"
"Our what?" I asked, alarmed.
"You didn't tell her?" he asked Edward, offended.
"I was letting it be a surprise." He replied.
"Well, surprise!" Emmett yelled. "We are going to have lots of fun. Good-bye Edward." And he shooed him away. Edward mumbled something inaudible and Emmett gave him an angry look and then mumbled something back. Then, Edward left.
"So what are we going to do?" I asked him.
"I have lots of ideas. We probably won't get to them all, especially with your leg." He replied. "We had better get started." He escorted me out the back door, where his jeep sat, ready for a ride. It had only been about a month since I'd last ridden in it. Yet in this time, I had forgotten how massive it was.
"Err, do you need some help getting in?" he asked.
"Yes." I admitted pathetically.
"That's going to take too long." He stated. "Why don't we take Rosalie's car?"
"Will she mind?" I asked, afraid to touch anything at belonged to Rosalie Lillian Hale.
"Naw, Rose won't mind. I drive her car all the time." And he went to the garage in the back to get her convertible. He drove it up, I was amazed at how inhumanly sparkly clean it was.
I got in and asked, "You polish her car a lot, don't you?"
"No." he replied. "Rosalie does it herself. She loves doing anything with cars, even cleaning them."
"Wow." I said. "I didn't know that."
"Not many people do. She doesn't want them to." He said. "But Rosalie isn't what today is all about."
"Right." I confirmed. "So, what are we going to do?"
"I thought we might go sailing." He said. "In the ocean."
"Sounds like fun." I said. He drove to Port Angles and we got on a boat.
"Not that I know to much about boats, but this seems like a really expensive one. Whose is it?" I said as Emmett sailed farther away from the shore.
"Carlisle bought it about a year ago." He replied. "This ought to be far enough."
"Far enough for what?" I asked, alarmed. He didn't reply; just pulled his shirt off over his head, took his socks and shoes off, and dived in the ocean.
