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EPOV

We got into the car and headed home. I wanted to call her immediately. I wanted to hear her voice again. But, unfortunately for me, I didn't have her number. I should have asked her at school, but I cowardly walked away when I "recognized" her. I am such an idiot.

"Would I be too much of a pussy if I called her right now?" Emmett asked me.

"I think you should let her get home first," I told him. "I think you should call her after we have some lunch."

"That sounds like a good plan," he said. "I just really, really like this girl. I mean, she's more than just a pretty face and a beautiful body. She's got brains and wit and humor. I feel like I'm falling for her and I've only known her for a few hours!"

"I know how you feel," I admitted to him.

"Why didn't you ask her for her number then?" he asked.

"I don't know," I said reluctantly. "It's like, when I'm around her, my brain turns to goop and I can't remember what I was going to do or say. It also really doesn't help that she was the girl I was dreaming about this morning."

"Dude, are you serious?!" he exclaimed. "That really sucks, bro. Well, maybe once you get to know her better, you will be able to talk to her easier."

"I hope you are right," I said. "I really, really like her."

We finished the car ride home silently lost in our thoughts. I wanted to sweep Bella off of her feet. I wanted to see her smile at me. I wanted to stare into her depthless eyes forever. Wow, I sound like a total sap.

We went inside where we were practically tackled by our sister.

"Oh my goodness," she almost yelled. "I am so happy right now. I am going to go out on a date with Jasper tomorrow. He wants to cook for me and it's so sweet. He's just so sweet and caring. I really, really like him."
"I'm happy for you, Al," Emmett said. "Wait a second!" He looked over at me excitedly. For a second, he looked like a seven-year-old in a candy store where he is told he can buy whatever he wants. "Why don't we invite Rose and Bella over here? We can cook them something. That would be romantic, right?"

"Em, that is a great idea!" I told him. I really did like the idea. "Bella was telling me that she loved mom's mushroom ravioli so why don't we make that?"

"Sure thing, Ed," he said. "Hey Al, you should invite this Jasper guy, too. I want to meet him and see if he's good enough for my little sister."

"Yes!" she exclaimed. "That's a great idea! I'm going to call Jazz and see if he wants to come over tonight for dinner! Wait, is tonight okay?"

"Well, I have to call Rose and she will have to tell Bella," Emmett told her. "But I think we can make tonight work."

She squealed and pecked him on the cheek. "Thank you so much! Oh, God, I have to start getting ready!" She ran upstairs while dialing her phone.

"Does she not realize that dinner is like 6 hours away?" Emmett asked me incredulously. "It seems stupid to get ready now."

"You know Alice," I told him. "Alice will always be Alice and it's no use trying to understand her."
"Good point," he said. "Do you think it's okay to call her now?" I told him that it was probably okay to call.

He dialed the number and looked really nervous. I mouthed, "calm down" to him and he took a few deep breaths. The phone was loud enough that I could hear both sides of the conversation.

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's me, Emmett. How are you?"

"I'm good. I just got home. I was planning on making Bella and me some lunch,"

"Oh, Bella is there with you? Why didn't she go home?"

"She is home - she's my roommate. I'm surprised that we didn't tell you that. I feel like such an idiot."

"No, it's cool. I was just surprised. Well, this saves us an extra phone call."

"What are you talking about?"

"Well, Edward, Alice, and I were wondering if you and Bella wanted to come to our place for dinner? We were planning on making mushroom ravioli."

"Edward has a good memory. Well, I'm all for it. Let me ask Bella." There was a pause where I assume she asked Bella if she wanted to come over. "She says that she can't wait and her stomach thanks you. She's a little strange – ow that hurt! I'm sorry, Bella!"

I couldn't help but laugh. They must be closer than I thought – not that I had thought about it very much. I was too transfixed by Bella.

"So we'll see you here around 7?"

"Sure, we'll see you then. Could you text me the directions, though? I don't want to get lost…"

"Of course I will. Well, I'll let you get to cookin' good lookin' so I'll talk to you later, okay?"

She laughed and said, "Sure thing – I will talk to you later!" and disconnected the line.

"Okay," Emmett said to me. "We need to find Mom's recipe for mushroom ravioli. We haven't made it in awhile, so I don't remember how to make it…"

"It's okay," I assured him. "I'll go find Mom – she's probably in the library – and I will see if she can help us out."

I left Emmett and headed upstairs towards my father, Carlisle's library. He had hundreds of books lined up on shelves and a one-armed red couch on an oriental rug. There was a desk with a lamp on it that was almost always covered with opened books. I walked inside and, sure enough, she was sitting on the couch with a book in her hand.

"Mom?" I asked. I felt bad for interrupting her – she always looked so peaceful while reading.

She put a bookmark in her book and looked up at me and said, "Edward, darling. What do you need?"
"I'm really sorry to bother you while you are reading, but could you help us find the recipe for mushroom ravioli? Neither of us has made it in a while and we don't remember how to make it."

"I believe I can help you with that," she told me with a smile. "Why, might I ask, do you need this recipe?" She looked at me knowingly, but it seemed that she wanted me to say it.

"Well, we invited Bella, Jasper, and Rosalie from school over to dinner tonight," I told her sheepishly and I ran my fingers through my hair. I couldn't help the slight smile as I said Bella's name and it didn't go unnoticed by my mother.

"I'm glad – it's a wonderful idea," she said, smiling. "I think that the recipe is over on the desk because I was looking through some old recipes." She got up and walked over to the desk. She flipped through some of the books until she found it. "Aha! Here it is! You will probably have to double the ingredients to be able to feed you all. I would recommend making some breadsticks as well – they taste really good and don't take very long to make."

She handed me the book and I said, "Thank you, Mom. I'll let you get back to your reading, now."

"Okay, Edward," she said as she re-opened her book.

I left her and headed back downstairs to find Emmett. He was in the living room watching some sports show.

"Hey Em," I said. "I got the recipe. Mom said that we should also make breadsticks because they go with the mushroom ravioli very nicely. They also take about ten minutes to make so that'll be good."

"That's great," he said. "Let's get started now so we can relax before they get here."

We went into the kitchen and got out the necessary ingredients to get started. We made the mushroom ravioli first because it would take longer. Once we had finished that, we put the breadsticks in. We set the table for the six of us and we were done.

"Okay," Emmett said. "I think we should go upstairs to Alice so she can give us our outfits because you know she picked out something."
"You're probably right," I agreed. "Let's go. Plus, I want to hear more about this 'Jazz' character."

"Oh, I'm glad you reminded me!" he exclaimed. "We have to give her the third degree about it."

We went upstairs and walked to Alice's room and knocked on the door. She opened the door and told us to come in.

Her room was the girliest room I had ever seen. There was a large bed with pink pillows and blankets in the middle of her room. She had a large white desk with a computer and tons of designs for different outfits. She had the largest closet out of all of us and it was packed full of clothes. Her closet changed very frequently because she usually only wore something once before giving them away. She also had her own bathroom with a shower and a huge countertop that was currently covered with make-up and brushes and curling irons and hair straighteners.

"I have your outfits laid out for you in your bedrooms," she told us. "I think you are going to like them."

"That's great," I said. "That's not exactly the reason why we came up here but thanks for letting us know." I looked over at Emmett and smiled. He smiled back at me impishly before turning to our sister.

"Okay, so what's the deal with this Jasper dude?" he asked her.

"Jasper is amazing!" she said. "You'll love him, I promise. He is calm and caring and wonderful. You aren't going to torture him, are you?"

Emmett and I smirked at each other. "Well," I started. "We won't harass him too much. But you are our little sister, so we have to protect you. We don't want you getting hurt – we love you too much."
"Aw, you guys!" she said before hugging us both. I massaged my ribs when she let go; that girl was strong! "Thank you! I love you both, too. Now shoo so I can finish getting ready. They are going to be here soon!"

"Oh, that's right!" Emmett exclaimed. "I have to text Rose the directions!" He took out his phone and asked her what her address was. When she responded, he asked Alice if he could use her computer.

"Sure," she said. "No looking at porn on my computer!" She laughed as she walked back into her bathroom. I rolled my eyes.

Emmett looked up the directions and texted them to Rose. She wrote him back saying that they would be here in a half an hour.

"Okay," he said. "Let's get ready now."

We headed into our respective rooms. I saw a pair of dark blue jeans and a black v-neck t-shirt. I put it on and walked over to my bathroom and saw that it didn't look bad. I ran my fingers through my hair and made my way downstairs. As I got downstairs, I heard the doorbell ring. They were here.