"I'll talk to you tomorrow, Edward," Trish said, giving him a flirty smile and kissing his cheek.
"That would be nice," Edward replied shyly, waving as Trish headed over to her car.
"I'll bring over another movie," She added with a look in her eye.
"Sure," Edward called after her, knowing full well what she meant.
Seriously, another movie? You didn't even watch the last one, you were all over her!
Correction: She was all over me.
Whatever.
Edward watched the silver car drive out of sight.
I don't really like her, no offense.
Why? Edward asked as he took one more look outside before heading in. He took off his Vans and proceeded upstairs to his room.
She seems like a slut.
What! She's not a slut! You can't assume that, you don't even know her!
From what you're thinking she is. The way she dresses, the way she acts, the way she can't have a simple conversation without attacking you. Did you hear how vague she was when she was sharing about her trip to Rome? She's obviously keeping something from you.
Edward tried to not think, but he's reaction to what Bella said slipped out.
You could be right.
Of course I am. You should dump her! She is so cheating on you!
I can't just dump her, Edward replied, slumping down on his black beanie bag chair lazily and reaching over to get a video game controller. We've been dating for four years!
And all those four years she's been cheating on you! Look around at all the guys at your school tomorrow. Most of them, sadly, she's been with behind your back.
No wonder the guys give me weird looks…Edward shook his head, trying to get the thoughts out of his brain. Could we talk about something else, please? Now we're both in a bad mood.
Bella remained silent and Edward wondered what she was doing. Lately both of them had been curious about the other. Who were they really, what did they look like? But with school, friends, and relationship problems, they hadn't had time to really talk.
Hey…could you try not to think my thoughts for awhile?
I asked you to do the same thing while I was with Trish, but no! 'I can't, Edward!'
Don't mimic me! Though that did sound like my voice. But I'm serious, could you? …I need to shower.
That reminds me, I need to shower too.
You better not! You can't shower when I'm in the shower!
Don't start panicking, I'll wait my turn. Anyway, I was thinking about googling you.
Googling me? That's what stalkers do.
Come on, aren't you even slightly curious?
Well, a little less than slightly.
Edward smiled in amusement and set his video game aside. He stood up and walked over to his computer on his desk, eyeing the screensaver unappreciatively.
It was a picture of Trish from when she went to Rome. She was sitting in a chair looking out at the beach, her hair blowing back over her shoulder. She was wearing short pink shorts and a white tank top with white sunglasses. When Edward first got the picture he loved it, but now it disgusted him.
Do you really think she's cheating on me?
Most likely.
Edward frowned, but set the issue aside. He went online and onto Google.
Do you always go by Bella or are you Isabella?
Anything you find of me will come up as Bella. Ah, the water is too hot!
Edward listened to Bella complain about the water temperature, then switched the subject to what shampoo she was going to use.
Are girls seriously that picky?
Well, I just can't decide if I want to smell like peppermint or strawberries.
Strawberries, Edward answered for her. He smiled. It was weird listening to people in odd situations, such as taking a shower.
The Google Image results came up with seven pictures, each of them of different people.
Are you a blonde?
Nope.
Edward mentally crossed out two of the pictures.
Do you happen to live on a farm? He asked, referring to a picture of a curly haired red head in overalls.
Nope again.
Then are you a stripper from a local bar?
Edward, do you think I'm a stripper? Mm, my foot inches.
No, Edward said.
There were only three pictures left.
Have you been to the beach recently?
No. Where did my bra go?
Okay, then do you have black hair and wear a shirt that says "Kiss me, I'm Irish?"
No.
With all but one picture crossed out, Edward knew the last picture must be of her. She was standing in a yard in front of a house, next to her an old rusty red truck.
Her eyes were squinting because of the bright sunlight in front of her, but her smile was flawless. She looked genuinely happy.
You're beautiful…
Did you say something?
No.
Edward saved the picture onto his desktop, looking at it one more time before shutting down his computer.
Since you looked up me, I'll look up you. Cool, I got an email from my pen pal!
You have a pen pal?
Yeah, he's names Jake, he's from Maine.
Jake, huh? What's he like?
Oh, he's amazing. He's coming here to Forks this summer.
Forks?
Yeah…that's where I live. I guess you know now.
Edward didn't know which one was better or worse. Knowing where Bella lived…or knowing that this Jake guy was going to go visit her.
A/N: Thank you, reviewers! It's always nice getting reviews! Please keep reviewing and I'll continue this. I myself is wondering how Edward and Jacob will get along…if they eventually meet of course. If you have any suggestions or want me to change something, please tell me in a review. Thank you again!!