Okay, here's a nice, long chapter, please read and review!

This chapter is similar to one in Twilight. Where Edward takes Bella out to dinner.

I do not own Twilight; all of it belongs to Stephanie Meyer.

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I did not get far.

I managed to take about three steps before Edward pinned my arms to my side and pushed me back against the car.

I gasped quietly, my breath becoming ragged. I just realized how close our faces were. We were looking into each other's eyes; I blushed and turned my head away from him.

He immediately dropped my hands.

I tried to run again, but he put one arm on the side of my body, preventing me from moving.

"Get, in, the, car," Edward stated firmly. "I will drape you across my shoulders if you try to run again."

"Fine!" I threw my arms up in defeat.

I walked over to the car door, opened it and slammed it shut with a 'humph.' He took his time walking back to the car, which was a surprise.

He put some music on, and I realized I knew what the music was.

"Clair de Lune?" I asked

"You know Debussy?" Edward asked.

"Not well, my mom used to play it a lot back in Phoenix." I replied.

He glanced over at me, not saying anything.

Just at the perfect moment, my stomach growled. I blushed furiously. I hadn't realized how hungry I was. When was the last time I ate? Breakfast, this morning at 7. Well no wonder I was hungry…

"Let's go get you something to eat." Edward stated, not even asking for my permission.

"It's okay, I'll get eat when I get home, Charlie will probably want something to eat as well."

He looked over to me and said, "you're eating, whether you like it or not." His facial expression portrayed seriousness.

I sighed, "Fine, fine, fine." I wanted to know why I was giving up so easily! I should be trying to fight him back; I don't want to have anything to do with him. I just want to keep to myself, and be independent. He wasn't letting me do that.

We were silent for the rest of the car ride. We were driving through the town that was near the hospital.

"Where do you want to eat?" Edward asked, turning to look at me.

"A fast food place is fine,"

He raised one perfect eyebrow, looking sceptically at me. "Are you sure, why don't we go to an actual restaurant?"

"I'm a mess," I replied, looking down at myself. I was wearing the same outfit as this morning, but I was a complete mess. I must have fallen down when I got hit.

"You look fine Bella, I don't really care what your outfit is, your still…" He stopped mid-sentence.

My head snapped up to him, and he was looking straight ahead out the windshield, as if nothing had happened and he didn't say anything to me.

The butterflies in my stomach were not helping my situation of wanting to stay away from him.

I blushed and looked away from him. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him swallow and glance over at me.

The car stopped and I saw that we were outside a little restaurant called 'Forks Coffee Shop.' I looked over to Edward, and he said, "You said you didn't want a restaurant, but it's better than a fast food place."

He opened his car door, and I opened mine as well. As I stepped out of the car, I didn't realize that Edward had came over to my side and offered his hand to help me out. I took it, grateful that I wouldn't fall getting out of the car.

As soon as our hands touched I gasped. His hand was ice cold, and it felt like he shocked me when he touched me. It felt like an electric surge went through our fingers and it was pleasantly surprising. I quickly drew my hand away, as did he.

"I'm sorry," he murmured.

"That's okay," I replied.

I decided to get out of the car by myself this time. I did not want a repeat of what just happened. It was becoming really awkward between us now. I didn't know how much of it I could stand and I didn't know what to do. Do I try to be friends, or should I just stick with my plan of trying to ignore him? I was clueless and I hated it. I wanted an answer right there in front of my eyes. I didn't like solving problems on my own.

We walked side by side to the front door of the café. He held open the door for me.

Edward was such a gentleman and it bothered me. Why did everything he does have to be so perfect? His perfect face, his voice, his eyes, being a gentleman, and I just realized his wardrobe was perfect as well.

Edward was wearing navy blue jeans with red and white sneakers. He was wearing a plain black belt. His shirt was a striped polo t-shirt; It was striped red and white. Edward was definitely well dressed. This bothered me even more. I wondered what other people thought when they saw us walking together. Me, a totally mess and not even the slightest appropriate looking, and perfect Edward, I knew every girl in the restaurant would be looking at him.

I tried subtly to smooth down the front of my shirt and wipe away any dirt. When I walked through the door, I tried to ruffle my hair and make it look natural. Then I just gave up. I would just have to try and ignore the stares from the girls. It's not like it mattered what they were thinking, right?

Edward said politely to the server, "Table for two please."

"Alright sir, follow me." The server was good-looking, but not nearly as attractive as Edward is. The server Andy, it said on his nametag, looked over to me and smiled.

I smiled back, and I heard Edward make a noise.

A growl?

Why would he be growling at the server? We weren't even together! Far from it, I don't think we were even friends.

Andy looked over to Edward, his eyes widening in surprise. I guess he must have heard Edward growl. I refrained from laughing out loud.

Andy led us into the far corner of the café. I looked around the café and found it to be very nice.

The café itself was simple, but elegant looking. There were booths, and tables with comfy chairs. There was a couch in the middle of the room with a coffee table. Against the left side of the wall was a stage; I guess some people like to perform here. On the right side there was a wall with a row of computers. The café felt homey, and I liked it. Edward picked a good place to eat.

I was already guessing that Edward was not going to get something to eat. I rarely ever saw him eat before. He never ate inside the cafeteria, always bought food, and then ended up throwing it away when the bell rang.

I slid into one side of the booth and Edward into the other.

"Your waiter will be with you momentarily." Andy smiled at me again and walked away.

I noticed that Edward was not pleased. He was glaring at Andy as if he had said something wrong to me.

"You know, he did not say anything rude to me." I pointed out to Edward.

"What?" He questioned, puzzled.

"You keep glaring at him as if he did something wrong to me, and I heard you growl at him!"

"Your perceptive." Edward responded, looking at me. I couldn't tell the emotion in his eyes, but I kept thinking it was anger.

I blurted out, without thinking, "are you angry at me now?"

"No, I'm just surprised that you are able to catch my every move," Edward said, with a hint of amusement in his face. He must think I'm insane and in love with him or something. I rolled my eyes and turned to the new waiter who showed up. His name was 'Rick.'

"Hi I'll be your waiter for tonight, what can I get you guys to eat?" I noticed that he was only looking at me when he spoke.

I looked to Edward, and he just nodded his head.

"I'll have a sprite please."

"Okay," and he reluctantly turned to Edward, "and you?"

"Nothing for me."

Obviously.

After the waiter left to get our drinks, I heard Edward growl again. My head whipped to him, my eyes wide. "What was that for?!" I nearly shouted

"I didn't like what he was thinking," Edward said, still looking in the direction the waiter left. After the words left his mouth, his eyes went wide when he realized what he just said.

"What?" I was completely baffled.

"Um…nothing," Edward tried changing the topic.

I wasn't letting him off that easy. "No way, your telling me why you just said that."

"You wouldn't believe me." Edward stated.

"Try me."