Hey everyone, so I have a few things I need to get to today:

- You all are so amazing, really. You rock. (reference to later)

-Sorry it took me a little while to post, but I had family stuff, and my beta, the awesome gemmabobella, also has a life, so post will probably take an extra day.

- ok, from day 1 I have said that my spelling sucks. E-mailing me, and telling me that my spelling suck is not going to magically make it better. I do continue to review my work, and I really do try. But my Beta just kicked in last chapter, so yeah. But if there are misspelled words, I'm sorry but please just try to look past my imperfection, and just enjoy the story.

Sorry for my little rant, but it had to be done.

I do not own Twilight.

Enjoy :)

Chapter 7- The Hunt

Edward and I were both nervous on Monday morning, only for different reasons. I had not been on a date in months, and now I was just going to be thrust into blind dating. I really couldn't complain though. Edward was the one who really had a reason to worry. He told me that he's never played his compositions for anyone before, so he did not know if he was any good. Although I was slightly relieved to be able to see this insecure part of Edward, I really did feel bad for the guy.

I told him that he should practice in front of me, but he reminded me that we did not have a piano to practice with. He also insisted that a keyboard, which I offered to buy him, was just not the same as a piano. That was something I could easily understand, as I can write better on a lab top then by hand.

All through Sunday I noticed Edward looking over his compositions anxiously. I would hear him say things like, "No, this is definitely not good enough," or "How am I suppose to play this in front of them?" As Edward would look through the countless papers scattered on the living room floor, I could see his fingers move as if he were playing the piano.

"Stop it," I hissed. "You're making me nervous too." Edward and I were on our way to our meetings; Edward to Emmett's office, and I was headed to Rose's office.

He continued to run his hand through his hair, and I could feel the nerves coming off of him, and it was definitely not helping me calm my own nerves.

"You're messing up your hair," I looked over at Edward. Even if he did muddle his hair completely, he still looked like he stepped out of a GQ magazine. Not fair. Emmett told him to dress casual, but still nice, which is exactly how Edward appeared. He had on a crisp pair of dark blue jeans. He wore a snug, nice black top on, a black hoodie over it and a nice black button up jacket over the hoodie, with the hood sticking out.

"Sorry, I just…" Edward let out an exasperated breath as the door to the elevator opened. He looked down at me and I saw insecurity written on his face; that was something new to see.

"Edward you are going to be fine, you are going to be perfect," I cheered, "Come on, there really isn't anything you can't do."

"But what if this is the one thing I can't do?" he panicked, "What if I am good at everything else, and the universe is balancing it out by having me suck at this."

I thought about what he said for a moment and was surprised to realize that he kind of did have a point. "You could just say that your last relationship sucked so bad, that it already balances everything out."

I could see him working out my reasoning, "That could work…"

"It does work," I nodded slowly. "Now, Emmett's office is right down there," I pointed to the end of the long hallway. "You boys are probably going to come over to Rose's office once you're done." I felt like I was sending Edward off to his first day of school. "So, good luck, you are going to do great!"

I walked in the direction of Rose's office. Rose had been offered the much larger corner office, but she had rejected it. She felt the need to prove to her colleges that when she moved into the corner office, she would deserve it.

After saying hi to Jen, Rose's receptionist, I walked up and knocked on the double doors leading to her office. I heard her laughing as she welcomed me in. The basic layout to the room was the same; the desk was in the center of the room, with matching guest chairs. There was a filing cabinet off to the side, only this one was filled with papers dealing with all of Rose's clients. And to my left was a plant, looking much more alive then the last time I saw it.

Rose sat on her desk, with her arms crossed, laughing. She wore a long all black pencil skirt with an empire waist, with a long sleeve white blouse tucked into her skirt and high heals that could kill a man, or at least it would kill me if I wore them.

Alice was sitting in one of the guest chairs, also laughing. She had on a tight white sleeveless dress, with a pair of bright yellow pumps. Both of their faces brightened even more, as I walked in.

"Aw, Bella you are finally here," Rose ushered me in to the empty seat.

"Sorry, I was giving Edward a pep talk," I smoothed my dress as I sat down. Today I wore a dark blue dress with thick straps, and a high neck line. "So I'm going to be dating slightly famous guys?"

"Yes, I was just talking to Alice, and we've decided that we can turn this whole public dating thing, into an opportunity to turn you into a fashionista!"

"Fahionista?" I questioned. I really did not like the way Alice was looking at me, it made me feel like a peace of meat.

"Not only will you be a beautiful writer, with beautiful writing, but you will be a cool fashion-forward writer too!" Rose was standing now. "We are going to be killing two birds with one stone."

"Or reviving two birds with one breath," interrupted Alice, "No need to kill rhetorical animals."

Rose rolled her eyes, "So, as I go through, looking at possible guys for you to date, I was wondering," she looked at me, "you don't have any specific preferences, do you?"

I was too caught up with the thought of being a "fashionista," to really follow what Rose was saying. I was to busy griping over that fact that this now meant that I have to go shopping even more. "I don't care, as long as they are nice."

"Fantastic, that makes my job easier." Rose walked around to her chair, "I'll let you know who your first date is and when."

"Sounds good." I offered, still lost in my thoughts.

We continued the conversation on a little while longer. We found out that Alice's little sister was getting closer to her due date. Alice still didn't know the sex of the baby, but she was hopping to have a little niece that she could go shopping with. We asked Alice if she was doing all right with having her little sister being married and having a family before she was.

"Part of me is a little pissed," Alice admitted with a shrug. "I mean she is only 25 and she already has the picture perfect little life. But that's just it, she has a little life. Jasper and I are only 28 and I feel like we are still young. I already found the man I want to spend the rest of my life with, and I have a successful career. Jasper and I can choose when we want to start that other part of our life, instead of having to rush wedding plans so that I'm not showing when I get married." Alice laughed a wickedly, as I'm sure she thought about the scene her sister made when her dream wedding dress did not look the way she planed as her baby bump started to show.

"How about you and Emmett?" Alice asked Rose, turning the spot light away from her, "Are we going to be hearing any wedding bells soon?"

"You know I am in no rush, but after Emmett's birthday a few months back, he just realized that it is his last year to be in his 20's. He has it in his mind that he does not need to start settling down until he is 30. As long as I'm married before I'm 30, I'll be fine, but that gives me two years. So I should probably start talking more seriously about it with him." I had to laugh at how Rose spoke of herself getting married as if it were a business venture.

Rosalie and Alice were both silent before they turned to me, waiting for me to add to the conversation. "What?"

"Well Bella, you do plan on settling down sometime, don't you?" Alice sounded almost worried.

"When the time and man is right, then I'll settle down," I could hear my voice becoming defensive. "Look, I'm still in my mid to late 20's, so I've got time."

"Bella," Rose looked half annoyed, half amused. "You are going to turn 28 in September. I hate to break it to you, but you are in your late 20's."

"No, 27 is mid to late, 28 is late 20's" I pouted, "Let me enjoy my youth. You're just upset that I'm the baby."

"How old is Edward?" asked Rose.

"He just turned 28 too."

"But Bella," Alice was quiet, showing the seriousness in her tone, "Don't you want to have the whole husband, and kids thing?"

I reached out and placed my hand over Alice's. "Alice, you have to understand that I didn't grow up with the same kind of experience you did. I didn't have that model of a happily married mother and father. The only examples I've had of what a good relationship looks like are those between Rose and Emmett, you and Jasper, and Mr. and Mrs. Cullen. It's hard to want something that you have never known."

"You are so depressing Bella," Rose whispered solemnly.

I broke out in laughter, erasing the atmosphere that I set only moments ago. "Who knows, maybe this fake dating thing will be good for me. Who says I can't find Mr. Right by accident?"

"Oh, we should choose guys for Bella and see who gets the closest to her taste," suggested Alice, "We could place a bet and everything!"

"Did I hear something about a bet?" Emmett poked his head into the office. He walked in, heading straight to Rosalie to give her a kiss, followed by a very happy looking Edward and Carlisle Cullen.

Carlisle, Emmett's father, looked nothing like his son. He was just as tall as Emmett only not as bulky. He had blond hair, and bright blue eyes that matched his son's. Carlisle was indeed a very good looking man especially as he walked in with such confidence in his tailor made suite, and he hardly looked his age. I'm not going to lie here; he is indeed a DILF, a dad I'd like to fuck.

"Yeah, we are betting to see which one of us can pick the right guy for Bella through this whole fake dating thing," answered Alice.

"Oh yeah, just betting on my love life, nothing big," I stood and walked over to Edward, "So, how did it go?"

"I am now an official part of Cullen agency!" he beamed.

"That's great!" I yelled. I threw my arms around him and was surprised when he returned my hug. Did he always smell this good? I had to wonder.

"Edward is a very experienced piano player," Carlisle walked up behind Edward and placed his hand on Edward's shoulder. "And I was very impressed with his compositions, he has such passion."

Edward hadn't stopped smiling since he walked in, "And I'll write a hundred more just the same!"

Carlisle just laughed, "You have so many good selections, that I believe it will be some time before I request a new composition from you." Carlisle turned to face the rest of us, "I want to treat all of you for a celebration dinner tonight. Alice if you would please extend my invitation to Jasper?"

"I'll text him right now!" Alice whipped out her bright pink cell phone and began clicking away.

"Perfect! I'll send the limo to pick you all up tonight."

"Edward, help!" I called from my room. Edward came crashing into my bedroom, his dark blue button up shirt completely was unbuttoned, revealing his chiseled abs that were even more defined as he stood, ready to pounce on the trouble that harmed me.

"What is it?" Edward looked around the room frantically, searching for the problem. "What's wrong?"

"I need you to zip up the back of my dress." I was wearing a snug black dress with white floral print. I had my back to him, the zipper reaching just below my bra.

"You called me in for that?" I could not see Edward, but he sounded angry. "You scared me Bella."

"What? I just called you in for help," I peaked over my shoulder and wiggled my back, "Zipper please."

"You yelled, 'Edward, help' I thought someone might have broken into your room."

I let out a frustrated sigh, "That would be a different yell. Believe me, you would be able to hear the panic in my voice if it were something that serious. Now, could you please help me with my zipper?"

"Well, next time I might not come in when you call," I looked over my shoulder again, and I saw him glaring at me with his arms crossed.

"I am sorry I scared you Edward," I tried really hard not to sound sarcastic. "I will only call for you when I need help, now please, zipper?"

I felt the zipper slide up my back, and when he reached the top I jumped from his grasp and slid on my black strappy high heals. When I turned around I saw Edward finish buttoning his last button. I then noticed the black slacks he had on.

"You look nice," I was breathless, strapping those damn shoes were always as task.

"I would say the same for you, but I don't believe that nice is a fitting word." He stood there, hands in his pockets, looking as smooth as his voice sounded.

I blinked in mock confusion, "Did you think revolting was a better word?"

He shook his head, "The word that I was thinking is of is on the complete other end of the spectrum." He smiled his crooked smile.

"You are such a kiss ass," I mumbled while I looked away, hopping that he didn't see my blush.

I grabbed my cell when it began to ring. The caller ID told me it was Emmett. "Hey Bella, come on down!" then he hung up.

I looked up at Edward, my blush replaced with a smile, "Ready to celebrate?"

"I call for a toast," Carlisle stood up. He was seated at the head of our table while Esme, his wife, sat at the other end. Esme was a beautiful, inside and out. Like Carlisle she did not look her age. She had long dark brown hair, just like Emmett, which was sprawled along her shoulders, and framed her face, making her hazel eyes shine. Was I the only one with brown eyes here? Tonight she had on an all black, classic looking dress that hung to her figure in a modest, yet very sexy way. I had to admit that she was indeed a MILF.

To her left sat Jasper who was leaning in to Alice from across the table, as she was seated across from him, to Esme's right. Next to Alice sat Rose, who sat snugly next to Emmett to Carlisle's left. On Carlisle's right sat Edward, who was just talking to me; I ended up smashed between Edward and Jasper.

The restaurant that Carlisle brought us to was very nice, and that was putting it mildly. The meals were served in courses while we ate as a live band played in the background. Our waiter had a French accent, and I was debating with Edward whether the accent was real or not.

We all rose our glasses as Carlisle continued he speech. "At Cullen Agency we're not interested in talent, but rather, those whose talent shines above all others. We take great pride in all whom sign with us. In addition to the necessary talent and excellence we demand of all those who join our company, we also need to feel that they are capable of representing Cullen Agency in the best of lights. Before we sign anyone one, we stress the responsibility on the roll they are about to play."

I looked over at Rose, I mouthed, "You never did that."

Rose actually looked a little uneasy as she shushed me.

Carlisle continued, "And those are just the people we sign in our developed departments. I have been discussing a musical department with Emmett for quite some time, but no one seemed to meet up to our expectations. After all of this time, I was beginning to fear that our vision would never be realized. And then Edward stumbled into our office."

Carlisle looked down at Edward and patted his shoulder. "Edward here has the burden of not only needing to represent the company, but to also help with building the foundations of this new department. I have no doubt in my mind that Edward will rise to the occasion, and turn our vision into reality."

Carlisle lifted his glass, "On that note, let us raise our glasses to Edward, and to burdens turning into gifts."

"To Edward, and to burdens turning into gifts," we all cheered as we lifted our glasses to dink.

The hours passed by and the alcohol began to flow. Carlisle and Esme excused themselves quite some time ago, leaving us the limo for the rest of the night. I noticed that the few drinks I had were helping make everything a lot funnier. I was in pain with how much I was laughing at Emmett and his interpretation of Madonna.

But like most alcohol influenced conversations, the topic quickly became deep; or as deep as we could manage.

"Edward, you are awesome," Emmett's words were slurred. He had his arm hung around Rose, who was lost in a giggling fit with Alice. "I mean, dude, your life sucked, and then you came out here and you're making it rock, like really rock."

"No, no, no, no," Edward waved his hands around. "I am the one who sucks."

"No," piped in Jasper, who was having a staring contest with me, "You my friend rock. I mean look," Jasper threw his hands up in the air, "just look. You have your whole piano thing that rocks."

"No, I would not be here," Edward's words were just a slurred as Emmett's. "I did not kick my butt to get here."

"Man, just give credit where credit is…" Emmett's face screwed up in concentration, "aw hell, just put the credit where it is supposed to be."

"That is what I'm trying to do!" Edward turned to face me, and placed one arm around me, "Bella is the one who rocks here."

"What did I do?" Wow, that was my voice? I guess I was a little bit more drunk then I thought. Ok, try not to garble your words.

"You helped me Bella," Edward rested his forehead on mine, his glassy eyes meeting mine. "You were there when you didn't have to be, when you shouldn't have been."

"I wanted to be there," I sighed as I rested my head in the crook of his neck. How did I not notice how good he smelt?

"Bella!" Alice's chipper voice called, interrupting my daze. "Bathroom time."

I groaned as I pulled myself away. I knew that bathroom time is code for 'girl talk'. I sat on the counter in the bathroom, waving my legs around; they actually looked kind of long.

"Beeeellllllaaaa," sang Alice as she dried her hands. "You have a crush on Edward."

"Yep, yep," chipped in Rose, "I saw it too!"

"What, I don't like him." I could not like my roommate!

"Oh yeah, you were all snugly with him just now," countered Alice, Rose with an echoing "yeah".

"He was saying that I rock, that I helped him out when I didn't have to." How could they think I like Edward?

"So are you telling me that you don't think he is sexy?" Rose eyed me.

"No, Edward is a very, very sexy man." We all took a moment to think about the sexy man. "But just because I acknowledge that, does not mean I like him!"

"But I think you do," Alice crooned.

"No," I folded my arms. "Alice, you can appreciate how sexy Emmett is, correct?"

"He is a fine specimen of the male gender," nodded Alice, then gave Rose a high five, which they missed terrible, "Good job getting a hottie!"

"And Rose," Rosalie jumped, "You can clearly see how attractive Jasper is."

"That boy does have a fine ass," giggled Rose.

"So then I can say that Edward is gorgeous without you guys jumping me!" I jumped off the counter, content that my point had been made. "Now let's get out of here."

We didn't hang out in the restaurant much longer once we returned from the bathroom. After talking about how hot their boyfriends were, Rose and Alice wanted to get out of there and back home ASAP.

The next morning, I was in pain. Why did I get drunk off of wine? I eased my way off my bed, and hauled myself to my bathroom and see the damage. I still had on makeup from the night before, and the loose curls that I had last night were now a matted mess on my head. I was pleasantly surprised to realize that I was indeed in my pajamas. Apparently I felt the need to wear the new pair that Alice bought me, which turned out to be a set of light pink silk boxer like bottoms, and a matching spaghetti silk top.

After glaring at myself in the mirror for a few painful minutes, I groaned as I gave up and decided to just go out and get something in my stomach.

When I reached the kitchen I saw Edward slowly walking around the kitchen, it didn't look like he was in much better shape. He had on a pair of black sweat pants, and a black wife beater, showing off his very toned and muscular arms. Nice and sexy body… I was reminded of our little girl talk session last night, in the bathroom.

I crawled onto stool that sat by the counter. Edward was pouring some coffee into a cup and was about to drink when I grunted. He lowered the cup away from his face and looked at me. He grunted while shrugging his shoulders, a nonverbal 'what?'

I looked at his cup of coffee and pouted while looking back up at him, pleading with my eyes. Edward rolled his eyes and grabbed a mug from the cabinet to pour me a cup. I gave him a slight smile, still in too much pain to put that kind of effort. It seemed speech was too much to ask for in our hung-over state.

We sat in silence for a long while, letting the coffee settle. After we finished our cups, I got up and made us some cereal, and the silence continued. We eventually made our way back to the living room, and I was the first to speak.

"No more drinking," my voice was low and raspy. "Do you have to go to the office today?"

"No," Edward's velvety voice sounded as hoarse as mine, "Carlisle told me that I have to find a piano that I can practice on. So, I'll have to see if I can find someplace that will let me practice for free."

An idea struck me, and suddenly I was all business. "Get ready and meet me back here in one hour, we are going out," I didn't wait for him to respond, as I made my way to my room to take a shower to wash last night away.

After my shower, I quickly blow dried my hair, not really caring. The end result was slightly messy, but the kind of messy that some people spend hours trying to accomplish. I suppose Edward's outfit inspired me when it came time to get dressed, because I decided to wear a snug pair of jeans and a female white wife beater. Although people in my life are always trying to convince me that I was beautiful, I never really saw it. Sure they can put me in a beautiful dress, give me great hair, and do my make up just right, and then I could possibly see the beautiful person that they talk about. But as I looked at myself now, it was one of those few rare moments, when I felt good about how I looked, and I still felt comfortable.

I walked out of my room and saw Edward sitting on the arm of the couch. He wore jeans and a red shirt that fit him in a way in which there was no mistaking the sculpted body underneath. He looked much better after taking a shower. Hangovers did not suit him.

"So, where are we going?" he voice was back to normal too.

"Out, and that is all I'm going to tell you." I tried to hide my satisfied smile as we turned to head out.

I decided not to spring the surprise on him on our destination just yet, and thought that a detour to the bookstore was needed.

"Why are we here?" Edward asked as we walked in the old little bookshop.

I quickly headed to the music section, thinking that if I moved fast enough, he wouldn't figure out what I was about to do. "I wanted to get a few books. Plus they have this," I pulled a black leather bound notebook and flipped it open, blank lines for music compositions waiting to be filled. "My treat!"

"Bella, you don't have to," Edward grabbed the notebook from me, and turned it over in search of the price tag. "It's 60 dollars! I can't let you get this for me."

"But I want to get you a gift," I pouted; hopping that he was falling for my trick.

Edward let out a sigh and gave me a smile, "Alright, you can buy something else, just not this, it is too expensive."

"Ok, but I will buy you something else." I conceded while trying to hide my victorious grin. I slid the notebook back into its place knowing I would be back later this week for it anyway.

We walked around the little bookstore for about an hour. I purchased the two books I wanted and was about to leave the store with Edward when someone called my name.

"Isabella Swan?" I turned around to see a tall, good looking man who seemed to be about my age. He had short black hair, and bright blue eyes which matched his shirt. He kept his gaze on me as realization hit. "It really is you! You are Isabella Swan, the writer."

"Yes I am," I extended my hand, "You can call me Bella."

"Wow," he took my hand with both of his hands, "I am such a big fan. My name is Ryan, by the way. I read your short stories before I even saw you, but then when I did see you, it was hard to believe such a beautiful woman could write such amazing stories."

I had been complimented hundreds of times, but it seemed no matter how often it happened, I still managed to blush. "Thank you, it is always nice to meet a fan."

"I must say though, you are even more beautiful then what I thought. I mean, to see you in person … you are so hot!" He was still holding my hand, and his friendly smile immediately turned into a creepy grin.

"Hi, I'm Edward," Edward stuck his hand in between Ryan's and mine.

Ryan's smile faded, "Who are you?"

"I am Edward," he said more slowly. "As to who I am in Bella's life," Edward placed his arm around my waist, "I think you can figure it out." And with that he pulled me out of the bookstore.

I was in a cross between shock, and wanting to bust out laughing. After about a block Edward finally released his grip, and looked over his shoulder to see is Ryan was near by.

"Sorry about that," he looked back down to me, "But I didn't get a good feeling about that guy."

I launched into laughter, "No, it is perfectly alright. That guy was creeping me out." I started to walk to our next destination.

"So does that happen a lot?" Edward asked quietly.

"Have my friend whisk me away, alluding that I am their girlfriend, no that was indeed a first."

"No, I mean guys hitting on you like that?" I looked at Edward, and saw that he actually looked concerned.

"Not really," I studied his expression, he looked surprised. "Guys are not that interested in me, never have been."

"What?" Edward looked frustrated, "are you kidding me?"

"Look, I see the way guys gawk at Rose and Alice, no one ever looks at me that way." I had to control my voice, trying not to sound bitter.

"Bella you must be the most oblivious person that I know," Edward stared at me as we walked in silence for a bit. "How about the other part, do fans often approach you?"

I couldn't help but smile, "Not a lot, but definitely a few times a month. It is the most amazing feeling to know that people have read your writing, and they like it!" I took a breath, searching for the right words to express how it felt. "I just can't explain it."

"It looks like it makes you happy," Edward's smile matched mine, "I think I know what feeling you are talking about. It's probably a lot like what I felt when Emmett and Carlisle told me they liked my music."

"And you know what else makes me happy?" I came to a halt. "Pianos."

Edward's face dropped as he saw the piano store, "Bella…"

"So you said I could buy you anything, and I want to buy you a piano." I almost felt like Alice. I wanted to start jumping up and down from excitement… but not enough to actually pull an Alice.

"Bella, I will not let you buy me a piano!" Edward looked truly angry; which, of course, only made me angry.

"Fine," I turned around to enter the store, right as I reached the door I turned back to face him. "I'm going to buy a piano for myself, and if you don't help me, I am probably am going to get ripped off. Hope you can handle that on your conscious."

I don't know what kind of piano we ended up getting. But it was big with a shinny black coat, and it was very classy looking. I asked them to deliver the piano in three days, knowing that I would need time to figure out where the piano would fit in my apartment; something I probably should have thought about before I bought the damn thing.

I decided that I would sell my couch in the sitting room, which would give us just enough room for the piano. Once we set the piano up, and placed the two smaller single chairs on the other side of the room, it looked as if it was always meant to be there.

Edward had not stopped thanking me, even when I told him I bought it for me, he could see through my pathetic lie.

"I know how you can pay me back," it was Friday night, and Edward, the guy who delivered the piano, and I had spent all afternoon trying to set up the piano. I walked out of the kitchen, with two glasses of wine in hand. Edward was sitting on the piano bench, running his fingers lightly across the keys.

"Anything," he whispered. I felt pure joy in my heart as I watched Edward; it made me happy to see him happy.

"Play me something; play me the peace that you played for Emmett and Carlisle." I saw the ends of Edward's mouth fall a little, as he placed his hands over the keys and started to play.

I listened intently as the room began to fill with music. It started out slowly, two distinct voices, one high alto, and one low tenor. The two voices seemed to intertwine, and play off of each other, eventually morphing into a new key. Suddenly, the melody in the bass line began to take over, completely changing the mood of the piece. What was once light, and hopeful became dark and ominous. After a few minutes of rough dissonance, the high alto came back, but it no longer had another melody to converse with. It was all alone, and didn't last long as the bass finally took over. When the bass finally began to fade, all that was left was the tenor from the original melody. It was heartbreaking to hear only half of the melody as it called out for it's partner and not receiving a response. After a few measures, the melody finally faded away, like a heart giving out.

I wanted to cry. I had no idea why, but all I wanted to do was cry for this heartbreaking song.

"That was beautiful," I whispered, trying to hold back tears. "When did you come up with that?" The pain, the heartbreak the piece brought to mind was so real, so raw. The only thing I could only think of that would inspire such pain was the death of his parent's death.

Edward looked at me, his sad green eyes matching the pain from his song, "I wrote it in high school. I wrote it for you."

So I tried to clear up some things here. Bella douse not like Edward (at least not to her knowledge), his body yes she likes but come on who would not like his body? As for the ages: Emmett-29. Rose-28. Alice-28. Jasper-28. Edward-28. Bella-27. So there is that.

The next chapter is called "Date 1"

Oh and a little news for you guys. I am starting school next week, and I will not be posting as often as I have been. I will be posting 1 chapter a week, minimum; but writing this has been pretty easy so I suspect to be able to post 3 a week. But here is hoping. I do promise one a week though.

Hope you enjoyed :)