I do not own twilight.
SORRY! I'm such a bad author D:. Midterms have crept up and a sudden death =[. Sorry for the delays, everyone!! Thankyou for the reviews!!
Now....Edward anyone?!
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"Bella? Bella? Belllllllllaaaaaaaaaa?" I repeated, waving a hand in front of her eyes.
"Huh?" She said, snapping out of her reverie.
"You spaced out for a minute," I chuckled.
"Oh, wow. Sorry," She said, smiling sheepishly.
"It's fine," I reassured her.
"So, heh, your cousin's Emmett McCarty?" She asked, stuttering a bit.
"Yup," I said, nodding. "Have you heard of him?"
"Of course," She replied, almost scoffing. "Anyone would kill for him to buy their artwork."
"Two waters," The waitress said, placing two large glasses on the table. "Are you ready to order?"
"Bella," I said, signaling her to go first.
"I'll have the grilled chicken and broccoli fettuccine please," She told the waitress.
"And you?" The waitress asked.
"I'll have the three cheese penne," I ordered.
The waitress scribbled the orders down. "I'll be back with your dishes in a few minutes."
We both thanked her and she walked away.
I watched intently as Bella played with the end of her straw, mixing her drink and humming an unrecognizable song.
"What are you singing?" I asked, curious.
"Us," She shrugged, squeezing the straw.
"Us?" I asked.
"Mhm. I love that song," She sighed happily. "Have you heard of it?"
"Nope," I said, shaking my head.
"Really?' She asked, shocked.
"Really," I confirmed. "Should I know it?"
"Duh!" She giggled. "It's by Regina Spektor."
"I never heard of her," I replied.
"Have you ever watched 500 Days of Summer?" She asked.
I cringed inwardly. "Yeah. My sister begged me to take her in the summer because she felt we needed 'sibling bonding' or some crap like that. I basically slept through it."
"Why would you do such a thing?" She said, laughing between her words. "I love that movie!"
"It's a chick flick, right?"
"I like to refer to it as a romantic comedy, but yes. Now I'll have to force you to watch it one day. They play that song in the beginning."
"Whatever you say..." I chuckled. To be honest, I really would like to watch that movie with her, or at least see her happy and carefree, unlike when I first saw her in Hooter's.
"It's a cute song! Here," She said, pulling out her iPod from her pocket. She scrolled down the playlist before shoving an earbud in my ear. She moved her chair a bit closer so she could listen as well. Short, quick piano notes started playing through the earbuds. A small smile slowly started forming on her face as the singer began to sing the first verse. Strangely enough, I started humming the piano notes as Bella quietly sang the lyrics.
"They'll name a city after us..." She sang sweetly. She twirled the cord of the earbuds around her small pinky as she kept singing.
"And later say it's all our fault..." She continued, smiling.
"We..live in a den of thieves?" I tried singing, horribly out of tune. Bella just laughed and hummed the tune of the piano.
"Rummaging for answers in the pages..." She sang.
I sat there, humming the piano notes as I watched her sing, a soft smile caressing her lips.
"Ahem."
I broke my gaze from Bella and turned around. Our waitress smiled impatiently, holding our plates of food in both hands.
"Sorry," Bella apologized, gathering the long cord of her earbuds and shoving it back in her pocket.
"No problem," The waitress's short, clipped tone was a bit rude. She placed the two dishes in front of us and walked away.
Bella made a horrible screeching noise. "Bitch has her claws out."
I chuckled and grabbed my fork. "She's just jealous."
"Of what?" She asked, twirling her fork around the pasta.
"You."
A pink color stained her cheeks. "Flattery again?"
"I'm just being honest," I said truthfully.
She giggled and twirled her fork around. "Tell me something."
"Like what?" I asked.
"Anything."
"I'm deeply afraid of lizards," I admitted sheepishly.
She threw her head back as she giggled. "I microwaved my Barbie dolls."
"I threw my PS2 in the pool."
"I set Jasper's surfboard on fire."
"I TP'd my principals' house in sophomore year," I shot back.
I really didn't know what we were doing, but I was slowly learning more and more about Bella.
"My favorite color is green."
"My favorite chocolate is Hershey's Kisses," I said, my eyes boring into hers."
"Which kind? There's like a billion different flavors," She asked.
"Caramel chocolate," I answered.
"My favorite," She said in a small voice. "You don't consider chocolate as candy?"
"Nope. You see, my dear Bella, candy and chocolate are two whole different worlds," I explained. "Hell, I've seen chocolate basted steak. Now that's weird. Candy is amazing on its own. Sure, you can put it in cookies and ice cream, but it is entirely different than chocolate."
"Good backup," Bella praised as she ate her pasta.
"What about your favorite candy?" She asked.
"Sour Patch Kids, of course," I replied.
"Me too," She smiled.
We fell into a comfortable silence, just enjoying our food.
"When do you have to be back home?" Bella asked when we were done with our food.
"Before five. My mom's coming over to do some remodeling and making a family dinner," I explained.
"Ah," She nodded. We called the waitress back over for the check. Instead of fighting over for who's paying, we just split the bill and put five bucks each for the tip.
"After you," I smiled, holding the door out for her.
"Why thank you," She smiled back.
"Where do we go now?" I asked her.
"Do you want to head over to my place? We can eat those Sour Patch Kids," She offered.
"Sure," I said. "Lead the way."
She grabbed my wrist and weaved expertly through the sea of people, down to the subway.
"The fastest way to my apartment," She said, sliding her metro card through the slot. After I slid mine in, we hopped on the subway.
"There's only one seat," I informed Bella.
"You take it," She said, gently pushing me into it.
"But - "
"I'll stand," She cut in. She held onto the pole as the subway made its way to another stop, where more people flooded in. The next thing I knew, a bulky, scary looking man was hovering over Bella.
"Sit down," I half-whispered to her.
"Where?" She mouthed.
I grabbed her hand and plopped her into my lap.
"Just until we get to our stop," I whispered. She nodded and squeezed my hand. I silently prayed that the man would walk away, but he just gave us the stink eye.
Finally, the subway came to a halt at our stop.
"Thank goodness," Bella sighed, weaving us out of the crowd again. We walked a couple of blocks before we came in front of a building, built with stones and plenty of windows.
"Here we are," She said, climbing up the steps to the door. I held it open for her as she went inside. We rode the elevator to her floor.
"Home sweet home," She said, fumbling with the keys before opening the door.
There was one thing I noticed about her apartment.
The floors were orange. Bright orange, I might add.
"Uh, the floors...?" I asked.
"Long story," She smiled. "Some other time?"
I nodded and followed her into the kitchen.
"Still got the sour patch kids?" I asked her.
She held the pouch up before pouring some candy into a bowl before putting it into the microwave.
"Microwaving Sour Patch Kids?" I questioned.
"Don't doubt it," She laughed.
"Whatever you say..." I chuckled before tossing one into my mouth. She took out the bowl and grabbed two spoons.
"Wanna try?" She asked.
"Why not?" I shrugged, dipping it into the sticky concoction. It was...sweet, sticky, and warm. Everything I expected it not to be.
"Soo...?"
"It's better than I expected," I said, surprised.
"See? And you doubted me," She smiled, licking her spoon.
"Hey Bell, have you seen my - "
We froze and turned around, finding Jasper in nothing but his boxers and a power rangers shirt, holding an xbox controller.
"Well, well. Fancy seeing you here," He said.
"Jazz. You're not decent," Bella said through clenched teeth. He ignored her and continued walking towards me.
"We haven't met officially. Jasper Hale," He said, holding out his hand.
"Edward Cullen," I said, shaking his hand awkwardly.
This could not get any more weirder.
"Well this is certainly awkward," Bella sighed.
"Erm, I think I should be going. The train ride's gonna be long," I said, avoiding Jasper's stink eye.
"Aw really?" Bella pouted. "I'll walk you out. Jazz, stay here."
We rode the elevator down to the first floor.
"Sorry about Jasper," Bella apologized again.
"Don't worry," I shrugged. "He just cares."
"Sure doesn't feel like it," Bella whispered more to herself than me.
"Thanks for a great day," I said, smiling.
"No problem," She returned the smile, a faint blush creeping on her cheeks.
"Hey, I have a surprise for you," I said.
"You didn't have to - "
"But I wanted to," I cut her off. "Close your eyes and open your hand."
She did as I said, and I placed one caramel Hershey Kiss in her palm.
I dashed out of the building, leaving my kiss in her hand.
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Aw, I love a happy ending to a chapter. Cheesy, yes, but needed.
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