(A/N: Thanks for the kind comments, and favorites. I would really like some more reviews this chapter! I need some comments, cuz I'm not sure if this is that great or not. Anyways, I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT!)
I groaned and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. Yesterday with Emily and the Pack was really fun, but I was really tired when I got home. Today was Sunday, and also the day when my dad insisted Paul come over to meet him officially and eat dinner with us. I really needed to find a Church in La Push, I had skipped too many Sundays.
I walked downstairs and noticed that Dad had gone fishing again. He left a note promising to be back here by 5, when Paul was supposed to come here. I looked through the kitchen cabinets, trying to decided what to cook for dinner. I thought about it for a while, wanting to make something good for my two favorite men. Flipping through my recipe book, I decided to make Beef Stroganoff and some vegetables. I really needed to hit the Forks Grocery store though.
I ran back upstairs and pulled on some jeans, a white cotton shirt, and a dark blue hoodie. I ran a bush through my mahogany hair and decided putting on makeup would be a waste of time. I chewed on a granola bar, and grabbed some money out of the grocery jar. I jumped in the truck, and drove at the usual old, rusty pace that I had come to love.
I called Paul on the way, informing him of what I was doing and reminding him to come meet my dad tonight. He didn't have to patrol, so we were all clear. I told him I loved him, and he replied with the same, just as I was parking in the Thriftway lot.
I hung up and walked in the store, but not before I noticed that same silver Volvo in the lot. I pulled out my list, looking for the ground beef and everything else. I was looking down at my paper when suddenly, I bumped into a cold wall. Or, what felt like a cold wall. But a cold wall didn't laugh…
I looked up at the face of Edward Cullen, and jumped back a few feet, extremely freaked out. He chuckled.
" Hello, beautiful." he said, in an unnatural, or should I say supernatural, musical voice.
" Ummm…. I gotta go." I tossed those words over my shoulder as I tried to quickly walk out of the aisle. But, being Bella, I tripped over my own feet. Cold, hard arms wrapped around me, stopping my fall.
" Careful there." he chuckled again. He was starting to freak me out even more with all the chuckling. He added, " That color blue looks lovely on you."
" Thanks." I sighed, and shifted awkwardly on my feet. I really wanted away from him, but I had this feeling he would just follow me through the store.
" I wanted to tell you something." he said, his eyes probing my face.
" Go on." I said back.
" I think you should stay away from the wolves. You could get seriously hurt." He tried to warn me.
" Says the vampire." I whispered back, trying not to raise my voice.
He shook his head, " I'm not saying I am the safest thing around, not at all. But, I know I am better for you than Paul. We're meant to be. Alice told me so, and she can see the future." I shivered, " No. No we're not Edward. Paul is my soul mate, not you. I'd appreciate it if you stopped stalking me while I try to shop." I grabbed the can that I needed, and quickly walked to the Check Out, surprisingly not tripping. I paid and left, slamming the door of my truck as I threw the stuff in. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Edward staring at me.
I pulled out, and pressed the gas as much as I could without causing my engine to explode. Why did the penny headed vampire want me? Jeez. I already have a werewolf who I love, and now a vampire is trying to make me love him? Seriously dude, my life is pretty insane. Why do I always see a Cullen when I go grocery shopping? Maybe because that's the only time I am in Forks….. I would bring this up to Paul later. I didn't want him to get angry before he met my Dad.
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I had all the groceries put away, and had time to kill, so I did some of the homework I had been putting off to spend time with Paul. After an appropriate amount of time, I started cooking and got ready in more presentable clothes for this occasion, which was a pretty big thing for me. My Dad was meeting my first boyfriend, who would probably be with me forever. So, if they didn't get along, that would suck.
I put on black jeans and a red top my Mom had bought for me in Pheonix. I decided that I didn't need shoes, and just brushed on a little bit of makeup. I read the text from Paul stating that he was leaving his house in 20 minutes. I walked down in the kitchen and continued preparing the food, and shortly I heard the sound of Charlie coming in and pulling off his fishing boots. He walked in the kitchen, some what awkwardly.
" Hey Bells." he said.
" Hi, Dad. You can go sit in the living room. Paul should be here soon, and then we will eat. Please, Please be nice. Do not embarrass me here, Dad." I begged. He nodded and walked into the living room. I heard the sounds of ESPN. Soon the doorbell rang, and I went to get it. I opened the door, smiling when I saw Paul.
" Hey Bella…Do I smell a Cullen on you?" he asked, his face scrunching up in a weird way.
" Yea, just ignore it please. I saw one of them at the grocery store today. Come eat with us." I replied, leading him into the dining area. I yelled for my Dad, and both guys sat at the table I had set earlier. I brought the food, and took my place.
The evening surprisingly went well. Paul and my Dad got along really well. They both liked sports, and shared a few other interests as well. My Dad also tried to convince Paul to join the police force after he finished taking his college classes, and Paul told him he would think about it. I enjoyed my time with my two favorite guys, and tried to push Cullen out of my mind.
The next day, I rolled out of bed, throwing on clothes and not really caring. Somehow, Embry, Jake, and Paul all had patrol all day, so I would be alone at school, and would have to drive myself. Quil was still too new at the wolf thing to go to school.
The morning classes passed slowly, and I found myself wishing I was a senior. I did not want to go through another year of high school. Noticing that my friends were not there, that nice, shy girl Kim sat with me at lunch. I decided I needed to talk to her more, and I invited her to go shopping with me in Port Angeles. I needed some new clothes. She agreed, and was pretty enthusiastic about our plans.
The afternoon classes went by slowly too. Whenever I was away from Paul, things went by a little more slowly. I was grateful when the bell finally rang.
I walked out in the parking lot, getting in my truck and turning the key. I was surprised when the engine didn't roar to life as it usually did. My big, old truck died on me. I grumbled and slapped the dash board, trying to turn the key one more time. Nothing.
I got out, and tried to call Paul. No answer. I tried to call Jake. No answer. I tried calling Embry. No answer. I even tried Quil, no answer. Finally, I tried the last number I had, Jared. He answered and said that he would come get me in 10 minutes, laughing the whole time, ragging on my truck. I hung up, annoyed. This thing was the best vehicle ever. Well, maybe not now.
Kim walked up and asked, " Something wrong, Bella?"
" Yea," I replied. " My truck died, and I'm waiting for my boyfriend's friend to give me a ride home."
" My car is in the shop, so I'm waiting for my dad to come get me, so we can wait together." she replied, smiling.
Ten minutes later, as promised, Jared pulled in the lot. He parked and walked up to us, greeting us, and opening the hood. Kim and I stood at the side, waiting. After a few minutes, he decided to give up and have Jake look later. He look up, and locked eyes with Kim. They both gasped, and I jumped up and fist pumped the air. Another imprint!