Ordinary Day
Chapter 4
BPOV
Edward followed closely behind me as I made my way out of the house, me still partially recovering from our bouts of laughter. I gingerly stepped over the thresh hold, trying my hardest not to trip, but alas, it was too good to be true. My other heel caught onto the ledge, and I went plummeting down towards the pavement.
Before I knew it, a pair of strong hands grabbed me from behind, putting a cease to my potentially awful fall.
"Whoa, where to Queen of France?" Edward jabbed comically, as he gently pulled me upright.
I looked up at him, my cheeks obviously flaming, but with a look of surprise, as I found myself gaping. Who knew Edward Cullen was a comedian?
Finding myself speechless, I just laughed. He joined me in a low chuckle and placing a hand on the small of my back, lead me to a shiny silver Volvo in the parking lot.
He quickly opened the door for me, and I sat, taking in the roomy interior of his car. Might I say, I was pleasantly surprised (I guess a lot of that was going on today). His interior was spotless, unlike the interiors of most college-aged boys. He had a stack of
CD's neatly aligned in the center console.
I turned to him as he slid gracefully into the driver's seat, putting the key into the ignition, the engine, a gentle purring in the background.
My attention was immediately drawn to the familiar tune coming from the speakers.
"Clair de Lune," I murmured quietly, a ray of memories running through my head.
"You know Debussy?" he asked as we pulled onto the main road.
"I'm not familiar with all of his works, but my mother used to play Clair de Lune around the house when I was little," I answered.
"Your mother had quite the taste in music then," a smile appearing on his angel face. I stared for just a moment, my curiosity heightened in the slightest. I had a feeling there was much to be known about the said Edward Cullen.
"Do you play the piano?" I inquired, turning to him for an answer.
"Yes, I play a little," he answered nonchalantly. "I play at a restaurant I work at during the week, but I don't play near as much now as I did when I was younger," he added, glancing over at me.
"Would you play for me sometime?" I blurted out abruptly.
"It would be my pleasure," he responded, yet another smile gracing his timeless face.
We spent the remainder of the car-ride, talking about that various types of music we both listened to, only to find we have very similar tastes in music.
The ride ended all too soon, as we followed Jasper's car into the parking lot of the restaurant.
He got out and opened my door, in true gentleman manner, and lifted me by the hand carefully out of the car.
We walked, his arm delicately around my waist, to the entrance of the restaurant to meet Alice and Jasper, who were already waiting.
I looked up at him. We had only met a few hours previous, and I felt so secure, so safe-even though he was a complete stranger.
Approaching the door, he held it open, and this time dawning a British accent, lifted an invisible top hat off his head, and bowed slightly. "After you m' lady."
"Why thank you kind sir," I curtsied, not missing a beat. We chuckled once again at our little act, and walked inside.
The restaurant had a homey feel to it. The lights we dimmed, and the tables were covered with thick white tablecloth. Deep oak chairs surrounded the tables in the middle of the floor, while plush booths were tucked against the neighboring walls.
"Reservations for four. Last name Brandon," Alice spoke to the young woman behind a large podium.
"Right this way ma'm" she complied, leading us to a cozy booth near the back of the restaurant.
She left us at the table with a stack of menus, while a young waiter came to ask for our drinks.
"What can I get for you guys tonight?" He asked, looking me dead square in the face. I noticed Edward shift a bit from his place across the table, glowering at the young man.
"I'll have a water, thank you." Alice jumped in, thankfully taking the waiter's creepy stare off me for at least a couple of seconds.
"I'll have the same," Jasper said.
The stare returned as he looked to me for my order.
"Bella, what would you like to drink?" Edward asked, his face showing he was
quite uncomfortable.
"Uh, a coke sounds good." I responded.
"Two cokes please," Edward looked at the waiter, obviously not wanting him to stick around any longer.
"Okay, I'll be right back," the waiter said, giving me one last glance over as he walked away from the table.
I looked at Edward, following his eyes to see he was seemingly burning a hole through the back of the waiter's head.
"Edward, you okay?" I asked, knowing quite well he wasn't.
"What a creep," he muttered.
"He was looking at you like you were a piece of meat,"
I blushed bashfully, looking down. "Well, I thank you for your concern," I giggled, seeing how this guy was having an effect on Edward.
"Next time he pulls something, I'll let you take care of it," I winked, giving him a small smile. Someone was jeleaous.
At the sound of this, he seemed to gain some composure, and returned the smile. I looked down at the menu.
"Hmm, what looks good to you? I'm afraid I've never been here before…" my brows furrowed as I studied the entrées. Half of it was in another language, and the other, I couldn't decipher the intricate cursive writing. Hoot! Hoot! Go Lit. Major!
"I've heard the shrimp scampi was good. My personal favorite is the chicken parmesean."
"How about I get the shrimp, and you get the chicken, and we can share?"
"Sounds good to me," he said, throwing out one of his crooked smiles. This guy could make me melt to the floor with one look.
I looked over at Alice, seeing she was completely enthralled in a conversation with Jasper.
I turned my attention back to the boy in front of me. I decided to travel into the virtually unknown waters of the mysterious Edward Cullen.
"So, what are you majoring in?" a question totally out of the blue.
"I'm taking pre-med classes at this point. In the next couple of years I'm planning transfer to Chatham Medical School to get my full medical degree and to do some internships."
"What kind of doctor do you want to be?" I questioned, as my curiosity got the best me.
"A surgeon, like my father," he said, a grin on his face
"Psh, wow. That's a pretty extensive job!" I frowned. "I faint at the sight of blood. Where does your father work?"
"He works at Forks General, well, in Forks…"
A stark realization hit me, "What is his name?"
"Dr. Carlise Cullen."
"I used to live in Forks," I paused, "and I have to say, I've had many meetings with your father, seeing as I'm not the most graceful person…"
Edward let out a laugh, his voice like tinkling bells.
"He always mentioned a girl who had come in at least once a month for one oddity or another, " he said, this time he was the one winking.
My cheeks tuned crimson at the thought of the many stories that I had went to the hospital with. I fell down the stairs. I tripped over my own feet. I slipped on the driveway. The list sadly goes on and on.
Noticing my blush, Edward immediately stopped laughing, taking my hand that was laid out on the table.
"Well as long as I'm around, I promise to keep you safe," his eyes soft with compassion.
"I'll hold you to that promise," I said softly, looking deep into his emerald eyes. His promise seemed comforting enough. And I had a feeling he would keep it as long as he was here with me, however long that may be.
We talked a little more about school and such, when the waiter came back with four big plates of food.
"Here we go." He said, lifting the heavy plates off his arm.
As he put my plate down, I noticed a napkin stuck to the edge, black writing scrawled on the surface.
I looked down. Indeed, it was a message that read, " Just in case you wanted my number…Hit me up beautiful" with a phone number underneath.
"What's that?" Edward asked.
"Apparently the waiter has the hots for Bella," Alice giggled, as she noticed the phone number on the napkin.
I might have to agree with Edward-this guy was beyond creepy. I grabbed a pen and quickly wrote down a message on the napkin, and called out to waiter.
"Oh waiter!" I called, as he more than enthusiastically turned to see what I needed. "I think you forgot this," I called again, waving the napkin like a mad-man. He took the napkin in question. Realization started to set in as he sulked away from the table.
I turned back to my food, only to see six pairs of eyes staring back at me.
"What did you do to that poor kid Bella?" Alice laughed, watching the snake of a waiter slither away.
"Ehh, just a little parting note, that's all," I grinned devilishly, knowing all too well what I had wrote on that napkin. In his dreams! I thought to myself.
I looked back at Edward, who, might I say, was enjoying himself watching the scene unfold.
"I don't know what you did, but I have to give you props for that one Bella," Jasper complimented, finding enjoyment in it as well.
I smiled at the fact, and happily dug into my shrimp scampi.
"Wow, you sure are happy for just a few minutes ago crushing a young boy's heart," Edward laughed, noticing my good mood.
"That boy has to learn to treat ladies like ladies one way or another, so I figured I'd speed up the process."
"Bella, Bella," he said, shaking his head slightly, a smile still planted on his beautiful face.
The rest of dinner went off without a hitch as we-Alice and Jasper included-talked about after-dinner plans.
"How about we go to the park?" I suggested. If the park was any bit as beautiful as it was during the day time, it would be stunning under the moonlight.
"I think that is a wonderful idea!" Alice said, jumping up and down out of her seat.
With the plans set, we paid for our meal, and headed out towards the cars.
Edward guided me through the parking lot, his arm linked through mine as we made our way to his car.
"Have you ever been to the park at night?"
"As many times as I have been there, no, I have never been at nighttime."
"Well, I guess this should be an experience for all of us," a smile growing on my lips. With that, he started the car, and we drove in a pleasant silence to Chatham City
Park.
Upon arrival, Edward once again, opened my door and effortlessly guided me out, making sure I was stable on my feet.
"It like it is going to rain," he said, lifting his head towards the sky. I looked up following his gaze to a dark cloud in the already dark sky.
"We should be back before then," I rationalized, my eyes still turned to the sky.
"I think I might leave my shoes in the car though…" I said, still rambling on about my clumsiness as I slipped my heels off and placed them in the car.
I looked back at Edward, for he had been quite for a while-his gaze resting on mine.
"Did I ever tell you how beautiful you look tonight?" he leaned down and whispered in my ear, his cool breath fanning over my face and tickling my ear.
"Uh, um, well, uh, no…" I managed, stumbling like an idiot. My cheeks had to be beet red at this point.
"You look absolutely stunning," he said, his velvet voice still a whisper in my ears.
I looked up at him, a crooked grin graced his face. Without words, he gently took my hand in his and we started down the paved road of the park trail.
We had walked for a good ten minutes or so when the first signs of rainfall appeared.
"Uh-oh," I squealed as the drops kept coming harder and harder. Edward and I turned back to the direction of the car. The rain was falling so hard now, I could barely see in front of me. I tried to run, only to be held back by my own two feet. Luckily, I caught myself.
I looked back at Edward, who was following five paces behind me, and bust out in laughter. His bronzed hair was plastered to his head making him look like a wet puppy- drenched, but cute nonetheless. The look of surprise crossed his face at my sudden outburst.
Playfully, I turned my face up to the sky and began twirling, letting the cool rain wash down upon my face. I loved the rain. I felt like all my worries were being dragged away as the drops slid down my face onto the ground. I stopped suddenly to look at Edward-his eyes were as warm as honey as he looked at me.
"Dance with me," he whispered, as he took his hand and placed it gingerly around my small waist. Even though I was a horrible dancer, I was in no mood to argue as I stared into his beautiful green eyes.
So, in the middle of a rain storm, on one of the park trails, Edward lead me gracefully in a waltz. We were, as you would put it, dancing in the rain.
I squealed in delight as he gently lifted me up and spun me around, our laughter filling the silence of the park. Pure bliss.
A crack of lightning lit up the sky, and it was then we decided it was time to leave.
We quickly made it to the car and jumped inside. I listened to the rain as it beat steadily on the rooftop of the small car. Edward was looking at me.
"What?" I questioned.
"Nothing," he said, a smile lighting up his face as he stuck his keys in the ignition and drove me home, his large hand resting on mine the entire time.
Conversation was sparse as we drove, enjoying the simple pleasure of each other's company.
Pulling into the apartment parking lot, Edward opened my door, grabbed my shoes from the back, and led me to the front of my apartment building.
He stood there looking at me, his face illuminated by a single light above the door.
"I had a really good time with you tonight," I said, breaking up the silence.
He moved toward me a little, as I could feel his breath on my face.
"So did I, Bella, I don't think I've had that much fun in a long time…and I'm glad I got to spend it with someone as wonderful as you…" he finished quietly.
"Edward," I whispered softly. My heart was palpitating at a hundred miles a minute as he leaned his forehead against mine. He tenderly took my face in his hands, gazing deep into my brown eyes.
"I hope that we can see each other sometime soon." He said quietly, hope lingering in his voice.
"I would like that very much," I replied, a small smile forming on my face.
Immediately his eyes lit up, and his lips broke into a smile.
"Until then," he breathed. "Goodnight Bella." And with that he sweetly kissed my forehead and released me from his touch. He walked backwards to his car, parked a few feet away from the front of the building, never breaking his gaze from mine.
He got into his car, and it was only then I snapped back into reality. I ran to his car window. He rolled it down in surprise.
I leaned in and gave him a chaste kiss on the lips. "Goodnight Edward," I said sweetly, quickly turning back to the building.
I looked back from the doors: Edward face had broken into a wide, toothy grin as he gave a final wave and backed out of the complex.
I went into the building, finding my way blindly to the familiar apartment door and opened it quietly, slipping inside.
I could hear my heartbeat in my ears as I slid back against the door, my mind swimming with the angelic face of Edward Cullen.
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