Throw tomatoes at me! I know I deserve it. I haven't updated since what...News Years day? Well I can tell you I only started to update because I've missed writing. I took writers craft and I found a love for writing that I didn't have before, I thought I knew what I wanted out of fanfiction but I realized that I had know clue what I was doing, I'm still blind as to what to write but I know that its what I want to do.
And I know since I first started writing on fanfiction my style has changed and I've changed. I went back and edited all the chapters, so if you've already read this story, it has changed slightly. I still have more editing to do to the chapter with Edward, Jasper, and Emmett. I'm really unhappy with it.
But I have worked very hard on this chapter, so if your willing to stick with the story I'd be more than happy to write for any readers.
ON WITH THE SHOW!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything Twilight
I was running late, Alice had decided to change my make up, which meant she had to re-do my hair…for the fourth time. My hair was now styled in soft waves with my bangs pinned to the side.
She would have gone for a fifth re-do, if I hadn't threatened to put all her dresses in the fryer at work.
I got out of my car and smoothed out the white dress Alice had picked, and then I pulled at the back to make sure it wasn't caught in any of the wrong places. It was first impressions and I didn't want number guy to think I was a slob or something.
*beep*
*beep*
My phone was going off, and you don't have to be psychic to know it was Alice reminding me to put on more lip gloss. I took out the tube of lip gloss and swiped it across my lips before reaching the tall oak doors of the restaurant.
A man in a white suit held open the door for me as I stepped my foot lightly onto the plush red carpet, I was wearing heels so every step was a very cautious step. Gold curtains hung from the windows and a grand piano was sitting in the heart of the restaurant.
"How may I help you miss?" said the host. He had a fine mustache and the corners of his eyes crinkled when he smiled.
"I have a reservation…um, I think it's under the name Edward?" I looked at his face for any notion that he knew who I was talking about, he flipped through a book on his podium and tapped away at the papers in front of him.
"Ahhh, yes. You are Mr. Cullen's guest for tonight I presume?"
"I guess I am." Nervously I giggled, and with a clap of his hands he ushered me to a table where a man with his back to me sat. Strikingly familiar red hair was the only thing I saw.
"Mr. Cullen, your guest has arrived."
My mystery man turned around and as he was revealed I could feel the blush rush to my cheeks, as all the colour from his left.
"Edward…" was all I could muster.
He didn't say anything, I stood in front of him and thought of how stupid I could have been not to recognize his voice, his name. Rosalie was right, it was a coincidence.
Edward rose from his chair fluidly and pulled out my chair, "Please, sit." the rosiness to his cheeks had returned and he was smiling.
"Well…" he said, his throat constricted. I felt embarrassed and wanted out; he had been humiliated too which made it even worse. As I hid my face from him I heard a low grumble come from him and then I realized he was laughing.
I was confused, what was so funny? Is there a joke that I didn't get?
"Bella…" He managed to get out in between laughs, "You look- like you saw- a dead man walking." He gripped his sides and grabbed for his water.
He took a big gulp, "Honestly Bella, why are you so quiet?"
I shrugged my shoulders, I couldn't think of anything to say. What else could I say other than I'm sorry I didn't recognize that you were number guy and I feel like an idiot.
"I can't believe you're here- and I was worried you'd- oh my god this is so funny." He ran his fingers through his hair and leaned comfortably into his chair.
His smile was so warm and friendly, he looked so happy to be here. Quietly I observed what he was wearing, a knit cream coloured shirt pulled softly across his chest, hinting at underlying muscles.
"So, Bella would you care to enlighten me on how this happened? I mean, how you got my number and how we were both totally unaware of each other?" his crooked smile was in place, his eyes were light and playful.
The tension that had formed in the middle of my back finally loosened, "Well I just started putting the pieces together… so I don't know for sure, but what I'm guessing happened was Emmett came through the drive thru and gave me your number. When I was intoxicated I asked you on a date, and you-for what ever reason-said yes."
He began to laugh, and this time I joined him. I was still laughing when I noticed he was staring at me.
I had caught him staring and he quickly stopped looking at me, "Oh-sorry, its just you look so charming when you laugh." A devious smile played at his lips. Blush creeped up my neck; I fumbled with my napkin to distract myself from his penetrating gaze.
"I was actually wondering...why did you say yes?" I bit my lip and looked down, I didn't want to see him answer my question.
He said nothing. I peeked up at him and saw his face scrunched with concentration, "You don't have to answer if you don't want to." I mumbled.
"No, no. I'll answer. I'm just thinking. You see… it's hard to explain. I don't think I really even know why." He chuckled lightly.
I waited for his answer; the waiter came for our order in that time. Edward quickly ordered the first thing he saw while I took my time choosing. The longer I took to choose the more time he had to think.
Edward ran his fingers through his hair several times and sighed, "Alright. I think I've got it. Thank you for being so patient Bella, you are very lovely for being so kind and not leaving." He smiled sweetly at me.
"So here it is, I think I said yes because it was one of those times when you just feel like…why not? It could be fun or it could be awful it's a situation where you could lose nothing but you could have something to gain"
"Hmm, I like that reason. It's very optimistic." I smiled brightly at him, and he returned the gesture.
"I thought so." With a flourish he unfolded his napkin and laid it neatly onto his lap. He leaned forwards as I watched his gaze go over my head to the painting behind me.
Edward's eyes returned to me and he cleared his throat, a puzzled look had settled upon his beautiful face, "Bella, how come you called?"
"I think we both know why" I said while bending the straw of my drink.
"I want to hear you say it" any look of confusion he had before had been replaced with a devilish grin, he leaned over the table to get closer.
"I was drunk" I mumbled as quietly as I could.
"Sorry?" he cupped his hand around his ear, "I didn't hear that could you speak up a bit?" He was now grinning from ear to ear.
"I was drunk." I said at normal volume.
He was laughing heartily at my expense. It was so nice to watch him laugh, but not because of my intoxication.
"Hey" I threw my straw at him, "everybody drinks."
"Yes Bella, but for some reason, it's much better when you do." Edward was trying to muffle his laughs, while also unintentionally leaning further over the table.
"How is that?" I asked curiously, honestly intrigued.
"You Bella. You are very reserved." He took a steady breath in and out and sat tall in his chair.
"What would make you say that?"
"Just by observations." He said.
"Please, explain further." I leaned forward, honestly interested in his analysis.
"Just your mannerisms. The way you fiddle with anything you come in contact with." I put down my napkin that I had been pulling through my fingers, "You were embarrassed to tell me you were drunk" he smiled broadly.
We laughed together at this, it was true. But I've always been that way.
Edward's eyes were warm; "The way you blush" he touched my cheek softly and pulled his hand away quickly.
"See there it is." It was like the warmness in his eyes had lit a fire, they were blazing and I could tell what he wanted to do. He leaned over the table towards me; I rose a little from my seat so I would be level to him, his lips so close to mine…
I heard a little "ahem", the waiter had arrived with our food. My face and neck were burning as I smoothed out my dress and sat back in my seat.
It's for the better that I didn't kiss him. I barely know him, I would feel guilty about it afterwards and it could have made this entire dinner awkward. My lips still tingled though, like they were urging me back to him to fulfill my actual desire.
I cut into a ravioli and popped it in my mouth chewing carefully, I swallowed, "Its really good, want to try one?"
"Of course." His voice again had a playful tone, I speared another pasta and held the fork towards him.
The fire in his eyes had not burnt out yet and with a playful growl he bit the ravioli off my fork. A giggle escaped my lips and I put my palm to my mouth to silence it.
"That is very, very good. I wish I'd gotten that instead of…well I don't really know what I ordered." He chuckled. I looked at thing on his plate, finally noticing the odd, squid-like catastrophe that sat idly on his plate. It looked like it would up and move any second.
"I'm more than happy to share Edward." I pushed my plate towards him, really I just wanted him to growl again.
"No, I'll just sleep in the bed I made" he lifted a tentacle gingerly with his fork and sniffed it, "…even if I'm sharing it with an octopus."
We laughed together at his misfortune and tucked into our dinners. It turned out that he had gotten the seafood pasta and despite its appearance Edward assured me it was actually delicious. I couldn't try it though because of my shellfish allergy. Edward found my affliction to shellfish funny and I had to go through the entire embarrassing story of how I blew up like a balloon at my Nana's 70th birthday after eating a shrimp skewer.
Edward was very interested in everything I did, it was odd at first because it felt like he was scrutinizing me, but then it became obvious that like a two year old, he just wanted to know everything. He wasn't asking questions to be rude he just genuinely wanted to get to know me.
It was weird though having every detail of my life plucked out from the depths of my memory, he asked about things I had forgotten I knew. My childhood was his favourite time of my life; he had to know about my ballet and my grades, friends, and mother.
I wanted to ask about him, but question after question poured from his lips, I didn't have the heart to interrupt him.
"So do you know everything you need to know about me yet?" I asked after question number fifty three.
"Not quite, there is a lot to know about one person." He smiled warmly.
"Not everything can be worth knowing." I said playfully.
"If it has an answer its worth knowing." He said matter-of-factly.
"Says you! How about instead of finding out how I brush my teeth you tell me about yourself. Parents? Hobbies? Any crazy ex girlfriends I should know about?"
His face clenched a little, then his jaw released the tension, "My parents died when I was younger, it was an accident." His eyes were sad but not bitter. I still felt bad for asking.
"I'm so sorry…I shouldn't have asked" I put my hand on his and he smiled sweetly at me.
"No, no Bella don't worry I'm ok with talking about it. I have coped, and I had a lovely life after with my aunt and uncle, they raised me and I had a wonderful high school experience." He assured me and squeezed my hand, he smiled as I relished the contact of our hands.
He cleared his throat, "As for my hobbies, I love baseball, I work in an office as an assistant while going to school for geology, and I play the piano."
"Wait, like that kind of piano?" I pointed to the grand piano I had seen when I had first walked in.
"Yes, that's it. I happen to have a piano exactly like that." His eye brow arched with suspicion, like he could he read my mind… "I'm guessing you want me to play?"
I nodded my head like what I would assume a mad woman would do, he smiled his crooked smile and got up and pulled out my chair for me, he lead me to beside the piano where he sat on the bench and patted the spot next to him. I sat down as he started to twiddle his fingers.
His fingers hung hesitantly above the ivories, a layer of dust had accumulated but was thrown softly up into the air as Edwards fingers tapped lightly away at the keys, a melody had began to form as his nimble fingers traveled along the length of the piano. Chords began to come into his unrecognizable ballad.
People's heads began to turn and neglected their dinners to watch Edward as the beautiful piece he had started begun to get deeper and the tones more rich. His hands were fluid over the keys I looked at his face, his eyes were closed and a beautiful smile was on his lips.
As his piece began to end softly, people started to form a circle around Edward and I. On the final note his fingers lay idly on the keys, he turned to look at me with a solid expression on his face.
"That…that was beautiful" I was out of the breath, what Edward had played was like nothing I had heard before. I didn't recognize anything but it felt like it was something I had known and loved for a long time.
The people who had formed a circle around us, and the people who were still at their tables had begun to clap and cheer. A man with a big bushy grey mustache had come to clap Edward on his back and said 'Good show young man!'
Once the group of admiring 'fans' left, Edward turned to me, "You really thought so? It was just something I made up on the spot you know, nothing really special."
I took his hands in mine, "It was absolutely beautiful, where'd you learn to play like that?"
"My father, he had taught me how to play when I was 5 and I've played ever since."
"You were amazing, you said you made that up on the spot? You're like a modern Beethoven Edward!" I playfully nudged him in the arm and he chuckled.
"I wish I was, it would be a dream to play for an audience" He looked longingly at the piano. His expression was almost sad and I felt a compulsive need to make him happy.
"You just did, and I'm pretty sure they loved you." I gushed and turned to face him fully, his eyes flickered and his expression was calm, I realized how close we were, the bench was small and if I really wanted to the proximity would allow me to lick his nose.
Surprisingly he smiled lightly and reached a finger up to my cheek, I felt the warmth of the contact, "eye-lash" he said as he pulled his finger away, a tingle stayed in his absence.
"You should make a wish" he grinned and held the eye-lash up to my lips. I looked into his sparkling eyes and tried to think of something good to wish for, while trying not to breath on the eye-lash, it was so close I didn't want it to fly away if any wind caught it.
I took a short breath and blew the eye lash away, sending my wish for this date to go on forever with it. Of course it couldn't go on forever- the restaurant closes at 11, but a girl can dream.
"I'm sorry to be cliché, but what did you wish for?" His expression was like a kid on Christmas morning.
"I'll never tell!" I stuck out my tongue earning a laugh from Edward.
"Shall we go back to our table; they have an amazing raspberry tartlet if you're hungry for dessert?" Edward held out his hand for me to grasp, I took it lightly and he lead me back to our table.
We ordered the tartlet and like Edward had said, it was amazing. The raspberries were sweet and the pastry was flaky, we fought each other for the last bite, and I won! I'm pretty sure that it was a fraudulent win though; he didn't seem to be 'fighting' as hard as I was. I still enjoyed the last of the tart and rubbed it in his face that he had lost to a girl.
"Hey! In my defense you were pretty feisty. I thought I was going to lose my hand!"
"Bella does love her desserts!" I said playfully.
"I can tell." He smiled at me and looked at the clock. He frowned and looked at his watch.
"What's wrong?" I asked, concerned.
"It seems that the time has gone by faster than I thought it would, should I take you home?" He was half smiling, disappointment was in his eyes. I wanted to tell him that the feeling was mutual. It had begun to feel like the date was going to go on forever, and I had started to take comfort in that.
I also realized I had brought my car and even though I would love for him to take me home I couldn't leave my car here over night, the ticket would be insane. I told him that I brought my car and he looked as disheartened as I felt.
He walked me to my car and stood in front of the driver's door and looked like he was wrestling with his tongue. Finally he looked decided on what he had planned to say, "Bella, it was a wonderful night. And I can't even put into words how lovely your company was. You are truly one of a kind, and if you would like to, I would love to see you again."
His eyes were so genuine it took me a second to collect my thoughts. "I would love to see you again too, it's nice to not have you in my phone as 'number guy' anymore." I giggled.
His smile was warm and his lips parted, "Good night Bella" He raised his hand to my face and ran it softly across my cheek. The caress left a heat that was unbearably sweet. I wanted to reciprocate in some way but he had already started to walk over to his car, he looked across the parking lot at me, and waved goodbye as I got in my car.
I drove home back to Alice (and there's no doubt Rosalie will be there), excitement was bubbling in me as my hands shook on the steering wheel. Could it not have gone better? He is gorgeous and funny…and honestly what was not to like?
I had actually been wishing the date would never end...how many times does that happen?
A little nagging voice in my head reminded me of someone I just left behind, but I couldn't let go of the feeling of Edward's hand on mine, when he caressed my cheek. It was all too good to last. I couldn't think of that person I had left behind.
I pulled into the drive way and saw Alice's face pressed up against the glass window, her breath fogged the glass and she quickly wiped it away so she could spot her target. Once she saw me getting out of the car her eye's twinkled with delight, her shining eyes disappeared from the window. She was now- followed by Rosalie- charging towards me as I pressed the cars lock button.
I was hit by the force of her body and we both fell onto the ground, her mouth was moving a mile a minute as she tried to ask questions, her words made no sense and all I could do was smile at her.
Rose eventually pried her off of me and walked us both inside. I sat on the futon and cozied into a coma-toast state of pure euphoric joy.
I could feel a lazy grin forming, "It was an amazing date." Was all I could and wanted to say.
I fell asleep easily with a smile on my face. It was the first time Edward was the only thing I dreamed about.
Authors Note:
Awwww! Eye lash wishes!!! I made up a list of things I would want on a dream date and I wrote, 'for him to give me an eye-lash wish' cause its so cheesy but so cute!
Edward and Bella are starting something and that can only mean good! But there was a hint of bad things to come hidden in this chapter if you can find it you get a cookie, I hid it well so if you find it you are a smart cookie too! For now I'm very pleased that I'm back on fanfiction and I hope that you're pleased too, tell me about your fanfiction I would love to hear about it, I want to hear about others blocks from writing, review, pm it doesn't matter! Just tell me! Till the next chapter...have a great week!
