Hello, everyone! How was your Christmas? Mine was pretty great with the exception of the kid getting a fever Christmas Eve and my guy wasn't feeling great on Christmas day. Today, I've felt off—kinda grumpy, very cold and not much of an appetite. But, the lovely Leibeezer did ask if I was going to update and I did say I would so here it is. I hope you like it!

Chapter 11: Movie Night

After the party, Edward offers to drive me home. After he asks, I sit in his car and think for a moment.

"How about we watch that movie of yours?" I suggest.

"Really?" he asks excitedly, turning to me with a huge smile.

"Why not," I say, and then hold up a finger sternly. "But you said I could pick the snacks."

"That I did," he mumbles with a soft chuckle.

We drive to a nearby deserted 7-11. As we walk around the small store, we hold hands like teenagers. I almost giggle a few times at the cute little smile on his face. Clearly, he's just as giddy about us as I am.

"All right, I have one condition with the snacks," Edward says as we browse the candy aisle.

"You didn't tell me that there were conditions," I say, raising a brow and popping a hip, my hand resting on it.

"It's really just one," he says, so I wave my hand for him to continue. "Nothing with coconut in it. Coconut's gross."

"Ugh, coconut was never on the menu tonight," I agree, wrinkling up my nose in disgust.

"Good," Edward says, as though satisfied that I followed his one rule.

I roll my eyes and turn my attention to the candy. Chewing on my thumbnail, I weigh my choices.

"Hmm, well, if we get the Kit Kat, we can share," I muse while Edward watches in fascination. "But I kinda feel like having the peanut butter cups."

"Get both," Edward tells me, grabbing the chocolates. "And I doubt I'll share the Kit Kat, so we better get two."

"Okay, fair enough," I say, leading him toward the chip section. "What about chips? What do you like?"

"For the most part, I like barbeque flavored anything," he says, picking up a bag of Lays.

"I like Pringles," I say, grabbing the long tube of chips. "The sour cream and onion kind is the best. Oh, wait..."

I stop and bite my lip.

"What's wrong?" he asks, frowning.

"If I eat these," I say, looking down at the snack. "Will there still be kisses?"

Edward laughs loudly, scaring the girl working the counter so bad that I hear her drop a bunch of change from the register on the floor.

"God, you amaze me, Bella," he says, shaking his head and wrapping his arm around my waist. "I would kiss you even if you tasted like coconut."

"Which I never will," I point out, making him laugh again, though quieter this time.

"True," he says, leaning down to place a chaste kiss on my lips.

We stare at each other in a very sappy way for a minute until the girl at the register grumpily throws the dropped coins noisily into the till.

"What else?" I ask, as Edward grabs a bag of plain potato chips.

"These, just in case we get tired of the other ones," he says, holding the bag up for me to see. "And I think we should go back over to the candy and get some M&Ms."

"Can we get milk chocolate and dark chocolate?" I ask.

"Sure," he tells me when we're next to the candy again.

"But they can't touch," I tell him firmly.

"What?" he asks blankly.

"Dark and milk chocolate are not meant to be together," I say, putting on my mock serious face as he slowly picks them up, still listening to my crazy reasoning. "That's why they're different flavors."

"If you say so?"

"I do say so."

With a nod, I walk toward the sodas. I can hear Edward laugh under his breath behind me.

"Coke or Pepsi?" I ask when we reach the drinks.

"Coke, duh," he says smartly. "But should we got those, or Eggnog."

"Oh, that's a hard one," I say, biting my nail again. Edward reaches over and pushes my hand gently away, making my blush.

"How about we have the Eggnog tomorrow night, after Christmas dinner?" Edward says, now holding the hand with the nail I was biting.

"Dinner?" I ask, my stomach tingling.

"Yeah, just you and me," he shrugs. "What do you say?"

"I say yes," I tell him, grinning. "Tonight, let's get some Cokes and a couple bottles of water for after."

"You got it," he says, opening the large fridge doors and pulling out our preferred drinks.

By now, we're carrying so many snacks that we can't hold hands anymore. So, we quickly take our things up to the counter, pay the grumpy girl and walk out, Edward holding the two bags of goodies in one hand, and my hand in the other.

"Holy crap, how many layers does that kid need?"

Sitting on the couch in Edward's apartment, with our shoes kicked off, we watch A Christmas Story. I was already loving it for it's awesome eighties vibe but now I'm in hysterics at all the crazy antics this family gets up to.

"That's something my mom would have done," Edward says while I giggle at the mom adding a scarf to the little brother's outfit.

I can't tell if he's been laughing at the movie or at my reactions.

"Mine, too," I tell him, looking up from my spot under his arm to smile at him.

We continue to enjoy the movie—though I hate the part with the kid getting his tongue stuck to the frozen pole—until we get to the part about Raphie, the main character, seeing Santa.

"You'll shoot your eye out, kid," the mall Santa says in response to the kid's desire for a beebee gun.

"That poor kid," I say, as the Raphie gets shoved down the slide by the Santa's foot. "If he wanted a beebee gun, well, it would be his own fault for shooting his eye out. Tough love, man."

"You're hilarious," Edward says, shaking his head.

"I'm kidding," I say, waving my hand at him. "Though, he totally would have learned his lesson."

"That's something my dad would say," Edward says. "I'll give you a spoiler though... he does get one and almost shoots his eye out."

I make a tsk, tsk sound with my tongue.

"Hey, do we have any more dark chocolate?" I ask Edward, leaning forward to go through our trash on the coffee table.

"Nope, you ate it all," Edward says. I turn and give him a playful glare. "You can have the last peanut butter cup."

"Wise choice," I say, relaxing back into the couch and unwrapping the chocolate he offers me. After a few minutes of watching the movie, I have a random question. "If you could eat only one type of candy for the rest of your life, what would it be?"

"Mars Bars," Edward answers promptly.

"What kind of candy is that?" I ask, twisting around to look at him.

"It's almost like a Milky Way," he explains. "It's a milk chocolate bar with nougat, caramel and almonds inside."

"Never heard of it," I say, knowing the name sounds familiar though.

"My dad went to Europe when I was a kid, to study cooking, and he brought one back to me," he reminiscences. "I was about nine. It was the best candy bar I ever had. The United States had it for a while, too, but they discontinued it in 2002."

"I wonder if you can still find it here," I think out loud.

"It's hard to find," Edward tells me, pulling the blanket off the back of his couch to cover us up. "I once saw it at a Fish 'n Chips shop. I bought about five of them."
I laugh but then let out a huge yawn.

"Want to lie down?" Edward asks, lifting the blanket off his lap and gently laying me down.

"I promise I'll keep watching," I say sleepily, stretching my legs out and humming as he begins stroking my hair.

"It's okay, just rest," he whispers. "We'll watch it again sometime."

I smile at the thought.

I watch Ralphie and his family tearing through their presents, giggling groggily at the mom dropping a bowling ball into the dad's lap but then my eyes flutter closed and I fall asleep with Edward's fingers in my hair.

This chapter was really difficult to get to. I didn't even get three hundred words in when our puppy started wander around, looking for trouble. He's now moved out of the sleeping all the time stage and has progressed to the chewing on everything he finds stage. So, I played tug-o-war with him for a few but after he started chewing on the cat's face, I shoved him in his cage. My older doggy is happy now and the puppy finally crashed.

I hope you had fun with this chapter. Tomorrow will be the last one! Eek!

I'll be going back and editing one of the chapters. I made a boo boo... I meant for Alice to meet Jasper at the party but forgot that I already mentioned him earlier. Oops! So, I'm going to fix that. Thank you, guest reader for pointing that out to me!

Oh, and sorry I was late and double sorry I can't get another chapter out tonight but I think I just need to curl up and get some rest. I've had a headache all day. I'll see you lovelies tomorrow!