DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Twilight! (don't make me say it again . . . . twice should be enough!)

Chapter 10

The rest of the week went by in a flash. I thought it was still Wednesday on Thursday. Today was Saturday morning and I remembered that I was invited to Rikki's house today. Yessssssss!

I get out of bed and I walk to the bathroom, "OW!", I reach down and clutch my foot with both hands and my leg bent, "Fucking box . . . You're the same damn box I kicked the other day! Ugh." I let go of my foot and continue to the bathroom. I look in the mirror. I grab a hairbrush to brush my horrid hair. I bursh my teeth, and go back to my room. My mint green curtains aren't completely closed, and through the sliver of opening to the outside I see sunlight. I open my curtains and squint as the light shines in my room. It lights up my dark purple walls and makes it an orangey tint. I leave the curtains open and I go to my closet.

Should I look nice? Or should I wear a normal outfit? . . . .

"I'll wear an erveryday outfit but neatly." I say outloud.

I pull out a pair of white skinny jeans, a plain red short-sleeved shirt, and a pair of black Nike shoes. I put on mascrara, and eye liner, then check the clock; 10:32am. I go downstairs for breakfast. I text Rikki and ask her what time is good for me to come over.

From: Rikki

Around 12-ish.

~Civil Rights for ALL!~

I go on the computer after breakfast. I check my youtube page, talk to Sam on the phone, and I listen to music. Before knew it, it was 11:15. I go out to my car with my phone in my pocket and I look for the directions Rikki made for me to the Cullens home.

35 Minutes Later

Edward's Point Of View:

She's back . . .Oh great. All I hear in my head right now is "I'm gonna get him. I'm gonna get him. I'm gonna get him. I'm gonna get him. I'm gonna get him. I'm gonna get him. I'm gonna get him. Yes. No. Yes. No. Yes. No. Yes. No. Yes. No." Why must she think so repetitively?!

"BOO!" Rikki yells, jumping out from behind the brown leather chair I'm sitting in.

"You didn't scare me." I say annoyed, looking up at Rikki.

"No! Boo! She's here!" Rikki says in her usual happy self . . . Which annoys the crap out of me sometimes . . .

I look forward to the front door, and see through the door's window and a girl standing there. Boo . . . that's a sweet name.

Rikki runs from behind the chair to the door to answer it.

End Of Edward's Point of View

Rikki answers the door and greets me, "Hey Boo! Glad you could come!" She steps to the side and uses her hand to guide me in. I see Edward stand up in one movement. Then he covers his mouth like there is a bad odor in the room. I ask to go to the bathroom to check my smell . . .

I look straight into Edward's eyes, and he looks into mine. They look oddly . . . familiar. I know I saw him on Monday at lunch but, it still seems like I've known those eyes—like I've watched them in anger before. Edward leaves the room.

Rikki glances back and watches him leave, as I also watch.

"Don't mind him. He probaby just did that as an excuse to walk away from me. He tends to do that." Rikki giggles.

"Oh. Okay." I smile.

"I hope you're hungry! I made my special ziti for the two of us! The rest of the Cullens said they would sit with us, but as you know, they won't eat. So come on in!"

I walk in and look around, "Its beautiful in here!"

"It may look nice now! But at night, holy crap, it's scary!" Rikki closes the door and starts to walk to another room I think is the kitchen, "Come on!" She says taking her hand and waving it in her direction to follow her—I follow.

We end up in the kitchen and there is a table for the size of four, but has two plates with silverwear on it—there are also eight chairs that somehow all fit at the table. I look at the stove. There is a black pot on the stove with cheese a string sliding down the side. I look at Rikki

"How did you make ziti, in a pot like that?"

"Well, it's not exactly ziti per-say," Rikki begins while walking to the stove to stir the 'ziti', "It's ziti pasta, but I add shredded mozzarella, and ripped cheddar cheese which is mixed in with the tomato sauce and ziti. It looks a little mutilated but it tastes awesome!" Rikki smiles while looking between me and the pot, "Have a seat! Anywhere you like!"

I walk to the table and pull out a chair that is closest to me.

"Except that one!" Rikki chimes in, "That ones mine. Sorry!" She smiles and with cooking gloves on each hand, she carries the pot to the table. She takes a huge scoop with the wooden spoon she takes from the counter, and plops it onto my plate. Rikki does the same for her plate. She smiles and places the pot on the stove, and puts the gloves and the spoon on the counter. I take a seat at the chair next to Rikki's with the plate in front of it.

"It actually looks really good!" I say in full honesty. It really does looks delicious!

"I know! And it tastes even better!" Rikki says taking her seat.

I take the fork and start eating. It tastes so good!, "This tastes really good, Rikki! You're a really good cook!"

"Thank you!" Rikki says with her mouth full—she swallows, "Oh! How could I forget?!" Rikki wipes her mouth with a napkin sitting in a pile from the middle of the table. Rikki begins to yell, "HEY EVERYBODY! CARLISLE, ESME, EMMETT, EDWARD, ALICE, JASPER! BOO IS HERE AND WE'RE EATING NOW! IF YOU STILL WANNA COME DOWN TO MEET HER . . . HERE'S YOUR CHANCE!"

"Geez, you yell loud!"

"Thank you!"

"You gotta, teach me to do that!" I say.

We both start eating again and I eat like my usual self—a pig. I wasn't ever able to eat neatly in my entire life. I don't hear anything but the birds chirping from outside. Suddenly, Alice, Jasper, Carlisle, Esme, and Edward were all sitting in a chair. I sit up straight from my slightly bent over position and wipe my mouth with a napkin.

"Hello Boo! How nice it is to meet you!" Esme says in a sweet voice.

"Rikki has told us so much about you! We hear you are quite the artist!" Carlisle adds.

"Hi. Yes, I am. It's nice to meet you too!" I say hoping that I got all the cheese and sause off my lips.