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BPOV

I stood in my driveway and looked up at the small house in front of me. The tiny, 2 bedroom, white house that for the past 18 years I have called home.

I remember when my mother tried to plant tulips along the front walk. And like every other plant she tried to grow, she killed them. She once even killed a cactus. Imagine that.

I was times like these that I missed my mother in a different way. It was the same pain, but had a different…sting…to it.

It was when she wasn't there to help me get ready for my first date, when I was 15.

It was when I got my period at age 14, and she wasn't there to tell me what to do.

It was when I got my heart broken for the first time at age 16, and she wasn't there to hold me while I cried.

It was when I stood with my hands clutched in tight fists at her funeral, and she wasn't there to break into my 'stone face' façade.

I stood and looked at my house for 5 more minutes, just thinking about all the times she couldn't be there. All the times when I started to grow up and she wasn't there to watch me.

I wiped my cheeks and eyes off, then started up the pathway to the little, white house.

Charlie wasn't home yet, so I went into the living room and sat down on the couch.

I pulled my cell phone from my pocket and called Alice.

When I told her about my date tonight, she shrieked.

"Oh my God!!!!!! Bella!!!! You have to let me and Rose come over to help get you ready!!"

"I'm perfectly capable of dressing myself."

"Maybe for normal days, but when it comes to going out, you know nothing. Please say we can come. Pleeeeeeeaaaaaaaasssssssse???"

I sighed in defeat. "Fine. He'll be here at six, so just tell me when you guys want to come over."

"Yay!!! Thank you Bella!"

"Yeah, yeah. Just tell me when you want to come over."

"I'll call Rose and we'll be right over! We have sooooo much work to do!" Alice squealed into the phone receiver.

"Right now? Alice, he isn't going to be here until six! It's 4 o'clock!"

"Exactly!!! We barely have any time!"

They got here 10 minutes later, armed with bags filled with makeup, hair stuff, and clothes. We set off to my room to get to work.

At 5:50, and after about 2 hours of pure torture, they had me stand in front of my full length mirror to see the work they had accomplished.

I was shocked. I didn't know who that girl in the mirror was, but she looked a lot like me, but prettier.

I looked over my whole outfit (A/N: picture in my profile!). I had on a black and gray striped sweater dress, a red head band, dark grey leggings, a red bracelet, and black flats. My hair was down and slightly curled, waving down my back in loose ringlets. My makeup, was simply, and not over done. I looked amazing.

Rose and Alice smiled from behind me as I stood speechless.

"Well," Rose said, breaking the silence, "what do you think? Do you like it?"

"Wow," I whispered. "Is that me?"

"Of course, silly!" Alice said, over excited as usual.

"I just didn't know that you guys could actually make me look beautiful. Thank you both."

"Bella, what are you talking about? You are already beautiful, without our help. When will you see that?" Rose sighed.

I rolled my eyes. On the day to day basis, I was nothing compared to them. I wasn't beautiful, and I didn't have charm. I was just….me.

We went down stairs to wait for Edward. Alice and Rose wished me luck as they walked out the door. I waved back and thanked them. I was getting nervous. As they walked to Alice's car, Rose turned back and ran up to me at the door.

She pulled my into a tight hug. "Don't worry Bella, everything is going to go great," she whispered in my ear. "Edward is going to faint when he see's you."

She pulled back.

"Thanks Rose." I smiled at her.

"Go get'em tiger."

I laughed and waved as they drove off. I went back inside and sat on the couch to wait.

Charlie was watching the game, just like most nights. I could tell he wasn't too happy about me going out on a date. But I guess he realized that I wasn't a little girl anymore. Thank God.

Five minutes later, I heard a car pull up. Dear God. Was I possible to die of nervousness? I hoped not, because that would mean I would drop dead in about seven seconds.

I knew why I was so nervous. Even as my mind tried to deny it, I couldn't say no to my heart. I liked Edward, which was violating every rule I had set for myself.

Okay, so maybe I liked Edward more than normal.

When I envision love, I see a cliff. And when I look over the edge, there is a thick fog clouding my vision, so if I fall, I don't know what's going to be at the bottom. You know, like the expression 'falling in love'; you never know what to expect, or what will come out of it.

And right now, I was on the edge of that cliff. I hadn't fallen yet, and there was still time to turn back and go to the safe spot on that cliff that I had been all of my life. That was the safe thing to do. The thing that ensured I wouldn't get my heart broken. So I could go back to the safe spot; my circle, drawn in the dirt, and wait until I had a clearer view over the edge of that cliff.

But I didn't want to go back, and I didn't want to take the safe route. I wanted to take a risk.

Three sharp knocks sounded on the door. I stood up on shaky legs, and made my way to the door, calling goodbye to my dad over my shoulder.

I opened the door, and just stood there, stunned. There he was, the most beautiful man I had ever seen, on this door step, looking like Adonis, waiting for me.

Edward's eyes widened slightly and his mouth dropped open a little when he saw me. I smiled. I kinda liked the effect I sometimes had on him. He smiled crookedly back at me, breaking out of his little trance.

"Hi," I said softly.

"Good evening," he said, bowing slightly. He took my hand in his and kissed the top of it. "You look lovely."

I blushed and looked down, a smile turning up the corners of my lips.

"Are you ready to go?"

"Yes."

He kept hold of my hand, intertwining our fingers, as he pulled me to his car.

He held the door open for me as I climbed into his silver Volvo. The cool leather of the seat helped a little to calm my nerves. I don't know why.

He climbed into the driver's seat and started the car. As we drove down the highway, I turned to him.

"So, where are we going?"

"Oh, it's just a little place I know," he said, looking over at me slyly.

I narrowed my eyes. "Aren't you going to tell me?"

"It's a surprise."

Damn it. I hated surprises. But I tried not to show it, seeing as he could have in no way known that.

We talked about random things on the way there, bickering sometimes, as usual. It was so easy to talk to him sometimes.

We ended up in Port Angeles.

He pulled up to the square plaza, where all the shops and restaurants were. And in the middle was a fountain that you could walk on and the water would shoot up out of the ground and get you when you didn't expect it.

Edward took me to a little out door, French restaurant that had tiny lanterns strung on rope that was wound with ivy. I was so peaceful.

Once we were seated our waitress came to take our drink orders. I didn't miss how her eyes bulged out of their socket for just a second when she saw Edward. She quickly composed her face, hiding any trace of shock. She was pretty, I had to admit. Long blonde hair, slim figure, but she was totally fake.

"So," she said, mostly to Edward, batting her eyes at him, "what can I get you to drink?"

Edward looked up and smiled at the flirtatious waitress.

"I'll just have a coke." He said, and then looked at me.

"Ice tea," I said in a hard voice, glaring at the little twit. Who the fuck did she think she was? Coming over here and flirting with someone who was obviously on a date. What kind of bitch did that? The little slut.

Thankfully, Edward didn't appear to show any interest in her. I smirked.

We talked and laughed, Edward giving me his undivided attention. And there were times when he would look at me, and cause my breathing to hitch, and speed up, and cause me to blush and try, unsuccessfully to tear my gaze away from his.

Once we were done eating, we decided to just walk over the fountain. It didn't appear to be on, so it looked safe.

He took my hand as after he paid the bill.

"So," he said when we were in the middle of the fountain, stopping and turning to face me, "would it be alright if I kissed you?"

"I-I-I guess s-so," I stuttered. This wasn't my first kiss, but I had a feeling it was going to be different than any other kiss I had ever had.

He flashed me a crooked smile, and slowly leaned it. I leaned in slightly too, breathing becoming difficult again.

Just as I closed my eyes, and our lips were a mere centimeter apart, I was hit with something very unexpected. Instead of feeling the soft skin of his perfect lips, I felt the sting of water.

The fountain had come on, and we just happened to be standing right over one of the jets.

I let out a shriek of surprise and jumped back. I saw Edward did too. When he caught my eye, we both started laughing. It was so ironic, it was hilarious.

We were both soaking wet. He reached out and grabbed my hand, pulling me through the jet again. I gasped and pushed him though the one behind him. And it went on like this for about a minute, us pushing and pulling each other through the jets of water, laughing and dripping.

He pulled me over another, so this time; we were both in between the jets. The look on his face gave me butterflies in my stomach.

He put one are around my waist, pulling me against him, and the other on the nape of my neck.

He lowered his head to mine, and I tilted mine upward. I closed my eyes.

Our lips met and I saw explosions behind my eyelids.

Edward seemed to feel something to, for he pulled me tighter as my fingers untwined themselves in his bronze hair.

It could have been hours, or days, or merely minutes. World War III could have started and I wouldn't have noticed.

All I knew was that my lips were on that of an angel. And I knew I was falling. I was falling hard. I had gone over the cliff and plunged into the fog, headed straight for whatever lay underneath it.

And I just hoped that when I reached the bottom, Edward was there to catch me.