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I took Edward's arm, and he lead me out to a shiny silver Volvo. The interior was just as clean as the outside.
We drove towards Port Angeles, and the first few minutes were silent.
"So, did you bring the routine?" He asked casually.
"Yeah, it's in my bag." I said quietly.
"I see Alice and Rosalie have been working on you." He smiled a crooked smile at the windshield.
"Yes. They can do wonders in a mall bathroom." We laughed, and mine was mostly out of nervousness, while his was smooth and carefree.
This was my first date, and with the hottest and best skater in town. His triple axel wasn't as good as my quadruple loop, but my face couldn't compare to his, Edward's face is a masterpiece.
"How are you so calm?" I blurted out. The question had been haunting my mind, but I had no intention to ask it.
"I've had quite a few dates before. The nerves wear off after a while." He chuckled quietly. I looked at him.
"How many dates?" I asked.
"Well, I don't agree to any, girls, such as Jessica Stanley and Lauren Mallory, drag me to places and call it a date." He said, sounding distasteful at Jessica and Lauren's names.
"Oh." I said, looking out the window.
Jessica and Lauren?! That must explain why they were so shocked to find out Edward loved me.
Wait, does he really love me?
If he's had so many dates with different girls, he probably tells them he loves them all the time. So am I just another one of the girls that believes his "I love you"s?
The rest of the ride was in silence, and he hardly ever took his eyes off my face.
"Here we are." He said when we pulled up in front of a small restaurant. The heading on the building said Bella Italia.
We went inside, and were seated instantly, probably because the hostess was a teenage girl, and couldn't stop googling at him.
"Hello, I'm Marissa, and I'll be your server this evening. What can I get you?" Another girl asked, only looking at Edward.
"I'll have the Pesci Di Giorno." He said, after looking down at the menu.
"So will I." I said when the waitress looked unwillingly away from Edward.
"I'll have that here in just a moment." She promised, dashing off to the kitchen.
(Author's Note: I actually looked up the Bella Italia menu online! I picked what looked the best to me.)
"So, let's look over the routine." I said quickly, taking the folded paper out of my bag.
"We start off with a Shoot The Duck, Lunge, and Ina Bauer-" I started.
"EDWARD!" An all-too familiar voice cooed loudly behind me.
"Hello, Jessica." Edward said curtly, looking over my shoulder at her. I looked at my feet, refusing to look at her. I'd end up biting her head off.
"What are you doing here on such a fine night?" She asked, acting like I wasn't there. Her breath blew towards me, it smelled like stale margaritas. She was drunk, obviously.
"I'm on a date with Bella." He gestured to me with his thumb.
"Oh, hey, Bella, I didn't see you there." She said quickly, instantly returning her attention to Edward.
"You know, I remember when we had our first date here, and I forgot to do something." She said, standing up. She plopped herself down on his lap and kissed him.
The kiss didn't stop for a long time, and she shot evil looks in my direction.
"Excuse me." I said quickly, getting up. As soon as I rounded the corner, I made a mad dash for the nearest bus stop. The bus came moments later, and I told the driver where to take me.
~One Hour Later~
Tears streamed down my face as my skates flowed nicely on the ice.
Skating is what I always did when I was upset. When Mom died, I skated. When Charlie beat me for the first time, I skated.
When Jessica Stanley made out with Edward Cullen right in front of me, I skated.
It wasn't like I'd go back to Charlie's anyways, he's always drunk on Friday nights. And I wasn't in the mood to get my beatings just yet.
I had started doing the routine alone without knowing it, holding out my arms where Edward should be, and, although I was trying to imagine anyone but him in them, he was all that appeared in my mind.
When I came back up from the Layback spin, Edward himself slid into my arms, but I stopped.
"What are you doing here so late?" He asked softly.
"Trying to forget." I said quietly, skating out of his arms and around the rink.
"It wasn't my fault, Bella." He said, skating in front of me. I just turned around and went the other way.
"Of course it wasn't." I said angrily, going faster.
He skated in front of me again.
"She was on me, remember?" He asked. I ignored him and did a Death Drop. He skated into my arms again, and I was overwhelmed by the soft piano music coming from the boom box in the corner.
We did the routine, over, and over, and over, and over. We came to the last Press Lift, and I landed in his arms. Before either of us could make sense of what we were doing, he leaned down and kissed me.
It wasn't the kind of kiss you give your Grandmother, it was deep, and passionate. I pulled back, grinning.
"You could never catch up to me, Edward. Not even in the routine." I smiled. He laughed, and I skated the other way, fast. He chased after me, and I screamed playfully.
He caught me, and lifted me up, tickling my stomach.
"STOP, EDWARD! EDWARD....PLEASE...STOP!" I yelled between laughs. He put me down abruptly, though.
"What is it?" I asked, looking at his stone hard face.
I followed his gaze to see Charlie stumble into the building.
"ISABELLA!" He roared angrily. I was frozen. How could he possibly come all the way here, drunk, without killing himself?
Charlie stomped over to me, and pushed me into the wall.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THE CULLEN BOY AT THIS TIME OF NIGHT?" He yelled. Edward was in the same position as before, but his face was harder, if that was possible.
Charlie went up to Edward and started shouting some slurred nonsense. Edward, apparently, made sense of it, and did the unthinkable:
He punched Charlie square in the jaw.
Charlie fell to the ground, unconscious. But I wasn't worried. He was drunk, it probably would've happened anyway.
It was silent, we just stared at each other, down to Charlie, then at each other again. I stood up and went over to him.
"How'd you do that?" I asked.
"I have no clue." He said, his voice mirroring my shock.
I started laughing. I have no idea why, but he did too. Soon we were doubled over on the ice laughing.
Alice, Rosalie, Emmett, and Jasper practically broke down the door a few minutes later.
"EDWARD! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" Emmett screamed.
"L-La-Laughing!" Edward said between hysterical fits of laughter.
"CARLISLE AND ESME ARE WORRIED OUT OF THEIR MINDS ABOUT THE BOTH OF YOU!" Rosalie yelled. We stopped laughing and jumped up.
"What time is it, anyways?" Edward asked, annoyed.
"1:30 A.M.!" Alice yelled, crossing her arms. Only then did I notice the heavy bags under their eyes.
How could it be 1:30 in the morning? We hadn't been skating that long.
"We should get home." Edward looked down at me.
"No, really?" They all yelled sarcastically.
Edward and I drove towards the woods.
"Wait, what about me? I have to get home, too, you know." I said teasingly.
"You really think I'm going to let you go back to Charlie's place?" He asked, suddenly serious.
"No...I guess not." I said slowly, and he nodded.
He pulled into a big garage, and Alice and Emmett pulled their cars in next to him. We went inside, and caramel-colored hair was suddenly in my face.
"BELLA! EDWARD! I was so worried about you!" Esme cried softly into my neck. Why was she hugging me? Not that I was opposed to it, but I wasn't her daughter.
"We were skating, Esme. You can calm down now." Edward said smoothly. She stood up, and returned to Carlisle's waiting arms.
"Did you have a good time?" Carlisle asked calmly.
"Yes." We answered at the same time. It sent us into another laughing fit.
"Are you drunk?!" Emmett roared. Rosalie smacked the back of his head, and everyone laughed.
Edward explained the whole mishap with Charlie to the others.
"Of course you can stay here, dear. Edward, can you set up something on the floor for Bella?" Esme asked at the end.
"Sure. Come on, Bella." Edward took my hand and lead me upstairs. I heard muffled whispers downstairs, but ignored it. I was too exhausted to notice anything.
"Here you go." Edward put some blankets and pillows on the floor for me. I thanked him, and fell asleep the second my head hit the pillow.
The last thing I heard was:
"Good night, love. Sweet dreams."
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