It was really happening. Haha, I was going to lunch with Edward Cullen. We had left the school smoothly and as hard as I thought it would be to get out what with Forks School, and how the teachers were so bored that they spied we left quite easily. Edward led me to his car, a very Edward like Volvo, and it wasn't one of those old hippy cars. Edward reached into his pocket and took out a pair of car keys and pressed one of the unlock buttons. The car beeped loudly and the light turned on. Edward walked around towards the passenger side of the car and waved me in. I smiled at him and climbed in. The car smelled of fresh leather and Edward's own unexplainable scent. I smiled to myself and exhaled. I was smiling a lot today, I realized. I hadn't noticed but Edward was already in the car. He turned on the music to a Muse song that I had never heard before and started the car. Before he began to drive he turned to look at me. I was already looking at him, so we once again shared a brief moment of blissful eye contact. I had never noticed how gorgeous his eyes were. They were emerald green and even had the slight diamond shine to them. I'm sure it was quite boring to look into my eyes considering they were just a sudden and still murky brown color. When my heart stated to race like a Nascar Speed racer I looked down, and then felt the car move. I concentrated on listening to the music, but couldn't think straight with him and all his beauty right beside me. I decided to ask him a question and be brave. I wanted to turn down the music so we could talk but I wasn't sure how he would feel about me touching his radio. Most men got really protective when it came to their car and radio's. But I was quite sure he wouldn't yell at me. I quickly reached my hand towards the radio and turned down the music.

"Edward, I have a question..." I said, actually speaking quite loud and confident. I didn't feel that shy, now that I could talk freely and there weren't people crowding us.

He smiled and brushed his hand through his hair but then nodded.

"How come you seemed like you didn't like me, when I first came. I hope I'm not wrong but as soon as you saw me, it just seemed that there was an instant hatred."

I watched his face as my words sunk in and his smile disappeared. A touch of sadness washed over his glorious features and for once I didn't see his confidence and perfectness. I finally realized he was actually human and had feelings like everyone. He shook his head and took a deep breath before he began to talk.

"Uh, It's not that I didn't like you, because of course I didn't know you, but honestly you reminded me of my old girlfriend. I was in a relationship with her for quite a while and I honestly thought I loved her, loved her like you wouldn't believe. Anyways I caught her with some douche bag named Jacob and so it's over. I just saw your face and immediately thought of her. You don't look like her that much, just the outline really."

Towards the end he tried to put on an "I don't care" façade but I saw through it. He really did hurt. I then decided to tell him about Jacob, maybe it would make him feel better.

"I know this probably won't make you feel better but I just came out of a relationship with someone I thought I loved a lot too, his name was Jacob. I loved him a lot too." It made me sad to think about him, but I kept it in for the sake of Edward. He didn't need a pitty party together.

"Just wondering, what was Jacob's last name?" he asked, his eye brows scrunching together.

"Black, Jacob Black." I replied with no hint of hesitation or worry.

He laughed, and laughed some more, laughed really loudly. He threw his head back against the seat and I wondered what was so hilarious about the name Jacob Black.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"Haha, this might not be the same person but Jacob Black, is he part Indian?"

Oh Hell no. NO! This was not happening. Not the Jacob That I had loved. He wouldn't do that to me would he? We had only broken up a few days ago. I stared out the window and felt teas of fury come to my eyes. I should have been sad, and devastated. But I was pissed that I had spent hours crying and mourning and depressed, while the loser was kickin' it with his new girlfriend.

"Bella? Bella? Are you Okay?" he seemed worried and it almost took away my frustration.

I took a deep breath, so I wouldn't break down and told him I was fine.

"It's him, isn't it?" he asked.

"Yeah, It's him."

"What an ass" he mumbled.

I had to laugh at that because there was the truth. Jacob was no kind, awesome, beautiful guy. He was an ass, and I hoped that girl learned that sooner or later. No, never mind. If that girl made him happy, stay with her. I had Edward now and that was all that I needed. I hope he felt the same way. We continued the drive peacefully only listening to the soft music playing quietly in the back ground. I noticed he wasn't listening to hard core rock, or rap like most teens his age but rather classical music such songs by Debussy. I smiled, because I preferred it. One of the things that had annoyed me tremendously about Jacob was his music. So loud and obnoxious. The music was so Edward. I liked it.

We drove for a few more minutes and then arrived at a small place called Panera Bread. I had never been but it looked promising and I assumed that it must be good for Edward to take me here. I had a feeling he didn't approve much, unless he really like it and I believe he had the same method towards food. I bet his parents had a rather hard time with him. I smiled at the thought. He found a parking place in the front of the lot and turned to look at me.

"Well, here we are." He smiled and his voice revealed something that I couldn't catch.

"Okay, well let's go. I'm hungry."

He smiled and climbed out of the car. As I was taking off my seat belt he came around to the passenger seat and opened the door. I sat fumbling with the seat belt, because against my wishes it wouldn't budge. Not even the slightest bit. I was infuriated because here Edward was standing, and I couldn't even get my seat belt to open. I was huffing and puffing, although afraid I sounded like a spoiled little kid. But as I looked up at him helplessly he laughed. He smiled and bent down inside the car. He slid over me to get to the seat belt and I nearly lost my breath. He wasn't heavy or such, it wasn't his weight at all, I could barely feel him. It was just his body, his scent, his everything. I was so shocked and amazed. I wanted more. I felt so free. I could slap his perfect butt right now and not be ashamed or embarrassed. Scary thought. But I restrained myself. Edward was trying to unlatch the seat belt and his breath was hitching, becoming frustrated. It made me smile once again, because as perfect and flawless as he was it was clear, like me, he had no patience. Eventually he yanked so hard on the belt that he flew out, nearly hitting me in the face. He slid out and apologized quickly.

"No Big Deal, I'm fine, I'm fine." I was better than fine, but I'm sure if I told him that he would question me and I didn't feel like having to go through that right now.

We walked inside together, side by side, standing so close I felt a radiation of his body heat, It was magical. When I stepped inside the little café its aroma surrounded me in the most wonderful way. Fresh bread and soup. I could see people pulling huge loaves of bread out of big ovens and some women ladling out cups of soap and its steam clouding above. It all looked so delicious. We walked to the cashier and examined the board above that listed everything. There were soups, breads, deserts, and many other foods. I noticed they were quite expensive and that held me back. I decided on a deal of a cup of soup, half a sandwich, and some bread for the price of five dollars.

"Hi, Welcome to Panera Bread. What can I get you today?" the beautiful woman behind the counter was staring at Edward like she couldn't take her eyes off him. Addicting to the eye is what I thought and I couldn't blame her although she was getting on my nerves. She was strawberry blonde and the sun from the window shone through her hair. You could almost see gold in it. She was gorgeous, I was surprised that Edward wasn't even looking at her, he was looking at me. Did you find what you want Isabella?"

I was stunned that he called me by my first name but didn't let it get to me. I told him what I wanted and he kept looking at the women as I talked making sure she heard my order and then whenever I was done he started in on his order. He want a loaded Turkey Club sandwich full, a stick of bread, two cups of soup, and a cherry turnover. I smiled the whole time that he said his order. He was so skinny, I had no clue how he stayed that way, what with him eating like this. I noticed the women's name was Tanya and she kept checking him out, and I'm sure Edward was fully aware. She was not inconspicuous about it at all. Edward paid for the lunch and we took our beeper to a secluded table in the back. We sat down and remained silent for a moment, both of us feeling the awkwardness flow between us. After a minute he clasped his hands together and began to talk.

"So, If you don't mind I'm going to do a random trivia, to fulfill this silence, that is of course, if you don't mind."

He spoke so calmly and reassuringly that I had no reason to recline.

"No, no, go ahead!" I sputtered.

Okay, he seemed in a thought process for a moment before asking his first question.

"I assume since you wear black so much that your favorite color is black?" he asked his head turning slight, his eyes still on me though.

I laughed for a moment that he paid that much attention to how I dressed. I guess I would start having to wear nicer clothes for a while.

"Well actually, my favorite color is white. I also enjoy the color red a lot." As I spoke I watched his face remain calm even though I could see that my response surprised him. For someone that wears black all the time I could imagine how he would never guess that my favorite color would be the exact opposite color.

"I see. Well white certainly is a beautiful color." He smiled warmly at me.

"Yes it is. You've asked me my favorite color, what's yours?" I was genuinely curious as to what his answer would be for such a person like Edward. I would never be able to guess anything about him, he was just so mysteries and reserved.

"Uhm…" He rubbed his head for a moment and stared into my eyes for a second and then answered immediately.

"Brown"

At first I didn't realize how he answered so quickly after staring into my eyes but that night I went to the bathroom to examine my face and noticed my eyes were the perfect shade of brown. Maybe that was why. No maybe not. Maybe he just saw my eyes and realized that he really did like brown, and I was in no way a part of that. Just a helper, that's all. Well I had no way of knowing and I certainly was not going to ask him.

When our beeper rang I rose from my chair and went to claim our food but Edward took his hand upon my shoulders and forced me down. I had no choice but to do so, not only because he was so much stronger than me but because…..his hands. Awhh, his hands. They left me breathless. It may seem funny considering I was in a black sweater, but I could definitely feel the cold, yet it was so cold, it was the best shade of warmth. It felt like running through -15 degree weather in your underwear and diving into a hot tub without that slight burn that in reality, would give you. I even felt the lines of his hands; it almost felt like I had on a tiny tank top and could feel them on my bare skin. It was amazingly the most wonderful experience. I couldn't wait to see what his hands would feel like on my bare skin. I would have to start wearing tank tops and do things that would force him to set me back down. Edward came back with a 2 trays that held our food and he set them down carefully between us. I reached over and took my sandwich that looked utterly delicious. I could tell that the bread that was used was fresh out of the oven. I looked across the table and noticed Edward had already dug into his sandwich and it was more than half way eaten. But it wasn't disgusting; it wasn't like the way most guys ate. I could just imagine average guys eating their food quickly, bits and chunks of food flying on your face, trying to talk to you while their mouth was consuming pounds of food. No, Edward was graceful, yet fast which made his graceful ability that much more appealing. I didn't want to seem weird so I too started to eat, and man was it delicious. I started in on my broccoli cheddar soup and ate almost on the verge of moaning, it was that good. As I continued to eat, I looked up with a drip of soup on my lip. I imagine I looked like I just got caught doing something bad. But was Edward saw me he started to laugh. He almost fell out of his chair laughing and I almost immediately reached around the table for a napkin to wipe my face off, but Edward had been me to the napkin. He handled the napkin around his finger and extended his hand toward my face. He then rubbed off the small drop of soup and examined my face.

"All gone." He smiled.

I was on the verge of screaming. I felt like a little 12 year old who finally got to meet the Jonas Brothers. (B.T.W-Author's note. I Freaking Hate the Jonas Brothers. I think they are a waste of god given talent and time.)I felt the blood from my legs and arms come all the way up to my cheeks as I shivered slightly, but not from the cold of course. He laughed as soon as he saw the cherry red on my cheeks. I looked down and refused to look up until he stopped laughing. I wasn't upset, more upset at myself than anything. I was just so easy to embarrass.

"Hey, I'm sorry. I won't do It anymore" he sounded sincere and I had to laugh that he actually thought I was offended in any way.

"No, no. I was more upset at myself. As you can see, I'm extremely easy to embarrass. "

He understood I could tell, but he didn't press the subject further, because he knew that it wasn't a subject I preferred to speak of. He nodded briefly and continued.

"Okay another question, personal, if you don't mind?" his eyes questioned mine.

"Don't be afraid to ask me any kind of question. I promise I will answer it……." I rethought the words that I had just said.

I put my hands quickly." Wait, but there are conditions. I will tell you if your question crosses the boundary lines."

He shook his head and laughed, I bet he was already considering some Very personal questions that he would force me to answer, and cause me to be in another moment of embarrassment.

"Okay, okay. Uhm, if you could go anywhere, where would you go?"

I had to think for a minute because any place seemed better than rainy Forks. Any place than contained sun and sand was good for me. But… There was one place that I had always wanted to go. A beautiful place in my opinion. It was so modern, yet laidback. At least that was what I had heard.

"I want to go to New York." I said firmly.

His smiled creased downwards.

"Now why would you want to go to a place like that?"

"To be honest Edward, I think it's just so magical. I know most girls would say "Oh, I want to go to Hawaii" but New York just sounds like the place to actually start something. You know what I mean?"

I wasn't sure if he did, considering he probably wanted to go somewhere more reserved and proper. I wasn't sure where that was, but I knew it would have to be quite small to contain those traits.

He seemed to think about it for a moment and then he smiled.

"Yes Bella, I actually see what you're saying."

I smiled back at him, grateful."Thank you".

We continued to smile, and I realized this was the most I had smiled since Jacob, since happiness, since…. Everything. And Edward was the reason for all that. Edward was the reason for my smile, my laughter, and my thoughts. I really liked Edward and I hope he felt the same way. Eventually I looked down, his eyes having too much of an effect on me as usual. I heard him cough, but it sounded like he was trying to hide laughter. He knew, and surprisingly I wanted him to know.