Mike Newton needs Ritalin

The ride from the restaurant was fairly quiet. I was too busy thinking of the dreadful possibilities the upcoming surprise could have that I couldn't think of anything to say. Eventually, Edward broke the silence. "Well, I'm not going to tell you what the surprise is, but I'll tell you where we're going."

"And that is?"

"My place."

His place? "I thought I wasn't sleeping over..."

"You're not." He chuckled.

"Oh, well that explains everything." I told him bitterly. I didn't mean to come off rude, I was just frustrated. A minute or two later, we pulled up to an apartment building. We got out of Edward's car and walked into the building and went up the elevator.

Edward pressed the round 5 button. "When we get to my apartment building, I want you to close your eyes. No peaking, promise?"

I nodded. Seconds later, the elevator door opened. He came to stop in front of a door that had the number 12 near the top. He took out a jumble of keys and put it in the door. He unlocked the door, but didn't open it yet.

"Hold this." he said, handing me my bag with clothes. Edward then stepped behind me and placed two large hands over my eyes.

"Your kidding." I said.

"Not at all. I don't want you peaking."

I rolled my eyes, not that he'd see since they were covered. I couldn't see anything as I hobbled through Edward's apartment. " I'm going to put you in my bathroom so you can change into the old clothes you brought."

"Alright."

"We're in my bathroom now, so I'm going to leave go of you eyes."

"Alright"

Edward left go and walked out the door, closing it behind him. I looked around, studying Edward's bathroom. The walls were a dark blue and the floor was tiled white and dark blue to match. The thing that popped out most to me, was the fact that it was so clean! The sink, the shower, everything.

I didn't want to be creepy, but I couldn't stop myself from rooting through his medicine cabinet. There wasn't much in it. A few razors and some shaving cream. There was some toothpaste, deodorant, and cologne. The cologne smelled really good.

I closed the cabinet and got changed. I brought a pair of black sweatpants and an old gray t-shirt from high-school. I put my curled hair , courtesy of Alice, into a messy bun and opened the door. The door led to Edward's bedroom. It was pretty basic, like his bathroom. The only thing I really noticed was the hundreds of cds along the wall. Edward's was sitting on his bed.

He smiled when I came out. "Are you ready for your surprise?"

"Not really." I told him honestly.

He laughed and came towards me. Once again he covered my eyes and led me to somewhere else in his apartment.

"Okay. So dinner was part one. Here is part two."

Edward left go of my eyes and I couldn't help but be shocked. There was cake, ice cream, strawberries, chocolate, and all sort of other desserts. It was impressive, yet strange. I mean, why was I wearing old, comfortable clothes just to eat dessert? And, why were there so many desserts? There was no way we would eat all that. Besides, I was already stuffed from dinner. I turned back towards Edward. He must have read the confusion on my face because he laughed at my expression.

"Remember when I took you out to eat the first time?"

"Yes."

"Well, I wasn't really satisfied with throwing just a chicken finger at you." He explained.

Realization set in. We weren't going to be eating dessert. We were going to be having the food fight of all food fights. This was no worm-in-a-cupcake experience. This was going to be fun.

I grinned mischieviously. "Food fight?"

Edward matched my mischievious grin with one of his own. "To be more specific, a dessert fight."

I laughed. "Well your on. I'm looking forward to wiping that smile from your face."

Edward tried to put on an angry face, but the laughing gave it away. "This means war!"

He said. I was about to say something else, when my view was blocked by some chocolate cake. I was totally not expecting that. I wiped the cake from my eyes. Edward was laughing like a madman. I reached my hand in the nearest dessert and chucked a handful at him. It hit Edward square in the chest. Edward was just about as unsuspecting as I was. I'm pretty sure I hit him with a mousse of some sort.

After the shock left Edward's face, determination took its place. I reached for another dessert before he could react. Little did I know, I grabbed a handful of strawberries. Before I realized what I had in my hand, I threw it at him. I watched as the strawberries bounced off his chest and dropped to the ground. He laughed at me and reached for something else.

Although it started as more of a dessert argument rather than a fight, it progressed to an all out war. The kitchen was a disaster. My hair was sticky and full of food, as was Edward's. My face was lathered in chocolate syrup. I was a mess. Edward was the same way. We were laughing and having a good old time. I looked around the destruction of his kitchen to see if there was any other untouched desserts. Edward was doing the same. We both spotted a whipped cream pie on the counter. It hadn't been touched. I looked back to Edward. He was looking at me too.

"Don't even think about it!" I told him.

He laughed at me and made a move towards the pie. I ran towards it at the same time. Before I could make a grab at it, Edward had grabbed me. The next thing I knew, I was on the ground. I was about to get up when I saw Edward above me holding the pie.

My view was obscured by whipped cream as Edward pushed the pied onto my face. I wiped it from my eyes so I could see once again. Edward was inches away from me, smiling in triumph. I grabbed a handful off my face and shoved it across his face.

I sat up on the floor and tried to get the excess whipped cream off my face. "I think I won." I told him as I assessed the mess on Edward.

Edward chuckled. "I don't think so, I got the last pie."

"That doesn't matter. Just because you fired the last shot doesn't mean you caused the most damage."

"Fine, fine. Truce?" He asked, holding a hand out to me.

"Sure. Once your admit defeat." I said.

Edward laughed again and moved a few inches closer towards me. I wasn't expecting it, and I didn't resist as Edward's lips met mine. His lips were sweet and moved slowly against mine. It only lasted a few seconds and it was completely innocent, but I felt slightly light-headed afterwards.

I looked into the deep green eyes a few inches away from my own. "I could deal with a truce."

He grinned. "Oh, really? I was just about to claim defeat, but if you insist..."


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And as for last chapter, it was kind of meaningless. I just felt the need to embarass Mike Newton. He's always struck me as kind of...slimey, like a newt. Although I have had a newt as a pet and I find them more endearing than Mike could possibly hope to be. Also, I have a strong hate towards Jacob Black. Sorry dog lovers. I'm team Edward all the way.

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