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Chapter Thirteen: Date night
"Bex, are you sure that you are going to be alright this weekend?" my mum asked for the hundredth time. She was fretting about me. She, my dad and brother were going away for the weekend up to Exeter for a football tournament. I hadn't been able to find anyone to cover for me at work when they had been booking the hotels so they were going without me. I didn't mind that much. I mean, I did want to see my brother playing football, but getting left at home wasn't a tragedy. It wasn't as if I was going to be at home on my own for the whole weekend. I was perfectly sure that I would be able to find someone who could keep me company. Maybe a certain bronze haired god would be willing to give me the pleasure of his company. I smiled at that thought. A whole weekend of Edward. Nice.
"Yes mum, I will be fine. Look, I am going into Reading tomorrow with Alice, Edward and Jasper, and then on Sunday I have work. Laura and Kerry will probably come round in the evening, and so I will be hardly on my own at all. And it's not as if help is that far away." That was true. Apart from the fact that I knew and liked everyone in our road, my uncle was a five minute drive away, and my other uncle and aunt were only two minutes away, literally, on foot. My mother was nodding anxiously as Dad hustled her out of the door. I could see him rolling his eyes at her worry. He knew that I would be fine. I stood in the doorway, kissed them all goodbye and watched them load up the car.
"We will see you on Monday Bex. Love you, bye" mum shouted from the car. They were getting back late on Monday, taking advantage of the fact that it was the Easter holidays for my brother.
"Love you, bye!" I shouted as she closed the car door. I watched them drive away from the house and then closed the door. As I did I felt hands circling my waist. He certainly had good timing.
"So, what are we doing tonight?" Edward asked as he guided me back away from the door into the house. My heart was thudding wildly in response to his touch.
"We could probably go to a film, depending on what is on at the moment, or we could stay in. I don't really mind. It will be nice to have some chill out time after the stress of this last week." Edward nodded as I turned my head to face him. I took hold of his arms and lent my head against his shoulder, kissing his neck. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"I think that we should go to the cinema. Do you want to see what times everything is on?" I was surprised by this choice. I had expected him to want to stay in, away from people so he could be himself. We walked together to my room, him lifting me up when we got to the stairs and running up them as only he could. He grabbed my laptop from where it lay on my desk and rested it on my lap as he sat me down on his. His arms were still around me as I pushed the power button and loaded up the internet. I tried to concentrate as I typed in the web address, but Edward was being very... distracting. He had pushed all of my hair over one of my shoulders and was kissing from my hairline down to the back of my strappy top. I concentrated on breathing in and out slowly as I clinked on the link for my preferred cinema near us. I quickly scrolled down the page until I saw a film which I had wanted to see since the trailers began. It was a thriller fantasy about people with strange powers being hunted by the government. I pointed to the showing at 7:00. It would give me forty five minutes to get ready and then a bit of time for us to get into town.
"How about this showing?" I asked as I turned around to look at him.
"That sounds like a plan," he said as his fingers trailed along my bare arms. I looked down at myself, taking in the wet hair which was dripping on our clothes, strappy top and my slob about trousers. I would have to change before we went into town. I sighed and started to push myself up from Edward's lap to go look in my wardrobe. But someone's hands wouldn't let me. I turned around again to look pointedly at him and then his mouth met mine. Finding something to wear could wait. I hooked my hand around his neck, holding his face to mine.
He lifted his lips away from mine and reluctantly pushed me up. I stood up unsteadily and almost fell over my phone charger cable. He caught me before I fell on my face and set me on my feet.
"I will leave you to get ready, and be back in about half hour with my car. See you later." He kissed me on the neck and then was gone from the room. It was probably a good idea for him to go get his car, because all the neighbours seemed to notice who came into and out of the house. They would probably end up going to my parents if Edward came into the house and didn't come with a car. Especially if he didn't come out again.
"Bye then," I said grumpily to the empty room. I stomped over to the wardrobe and pulled it open looking in dismay at my clothes. I had nothing to wear! That was a bit of an overstatement. I had clothes, but nothing that I thought was right for going out with Edward. He always looked like a model, and I didn't want to look like an idiot next to him. I was angrily pushing the clothes quickly along the bar when I got to my two skirts. One of them would be totally impractical, short and denim which I only ever wore if I was on holiday. The other one was a different story. It could work with my other clothes. I quickly pulled out a plain white strappy top and threw them both on. I added a pair of blue tights and then looked at my reflection in the mirror. The black skirt was quite simple, but the whole outfit together looked good. I felt good about my appearance, a rare occurrence. I had good days and bad days when it came to how I felt about my appearance. Some days I would feel real positive, and wouldn't care that I had acne which was covered by my fringe. Other days I would feel that I looked like an ugly scarecrow. A lot of it depended on my mood and who I was around. If I was positive I would feel good about myself, but if I was around really pretty people, like most of my friends were, then I would feel ugly. It all depended on how good I felt about myself. I grabbed my hairdryer and started drying the dripping ends of my hair.
The doorbell rang as I was putting my make up bag away. I skipped down the stairs and unlocked the door. It was Dale.
I stood there staring for a moment then looked at the road up the garden from my house. Dale's friend Mitch was in his car, the engine running, looking back down at the two of us. I waved to him, and he waved back cheerily. I was really confused.
"Bex? Can I come in? Don't worry, I am not going to be long, I just needed to talk to you without..." he broke off as I let him walk past me into the house and closed the door. I turned to him and planted my hands on my hips.
"Without Edward being here?" I completed his sentence for him. I was kind of mad, but I understood. Edward could be intimidating to other people, I knew that first hand, so I got that maybe he wanted to talk to just me. But if he wanted to speak to me he could have called first, and he didn't have to have Mitch sitting in the car with it running. Dale nodded, ashamed that I had seen through him so easily.
"I just wanted you to know that I am here for you. I am not going to force you to choose between Edward and me, since it is pretty clear that you like him a lot. I don't want to drive a wedge between us. And although I don't want to see you get hurt, I also realised that I can't stop you living your life and having boyfriends if you want to, even if I don't personally like who you are seeing. So I am sorry for how I have been acting." I was speechless. Dale, admitting that he was wrong? It was a moment for the history books.
"So why did you want to talk to me without Edward?" I asked curiously as I leant against the wall. Dale looked uneasy for a moment, and then shifted to his other foot.
"Do you want the honest answer?" I nodded. "He kind of creeps me out. I don't really like him. But I know that you do, so I am going to make an effort to get along with him. I can do that for you." I stepped forward and hugged Dale at this. He was willing to do so much and all for me. It reminded me why he was my best friend.
"Thank you Dale."
"So where are you going tonight? You're not normally this dressed up for a night in front of the TV with a bowl of ice cream." Dale knew me too well. That would be what I would normally do on a Friday night, stick on a film and gorge myself on ice cream. Oh yeah I had a real active social life.
"Me and Edward are going to the cinema."
"Have fun. You look pretty tonight." Dale said as he opened the door and walked out. Mitch wound down the window on his car and shouted out to me.
"Good to see you again Bex. You look good!" I grinned, blushed slightly and waved as the car pulled away. No sooner had I closed the door and sat down again did the doorbell ring. I was prepared for anyone at that point. It was Edward. I sighed with relief and ran to grab my bag from the counter in the kitchen while he let himself in. As soon as the door had closed he was behind me, grabbing hold of my waist. I turned around and wound my arms around him, looking up into his eyes. I bit the side of my lip, waiting for him to say something. His breath caressed my face, making my lightheaded. I slumped in his arms slightly breathing him in.
"You look beautiful tonight," he said as he let go of me and took hold of my hand.
"Thank you," I blushed. Why was everyone paying me compliments today? I looked him up and down. Tonight he was wearing a pair of black jeans and a deep blue top which was open at the collar and showed tantalising hints of his muscled chest. I sighed yet again at the thought of that muscled chest. "You look really attractive tonight as well."
I pulled a pair of sparkly black ballet flats from the shoe cupboard and slipped them on as we walked through the door. I looked up the garden and my mouth fell open.
Aston Martin V12 Vanquish.
Oh my goodness.
I had to remind myself to breath after a few moments. How was this even possible? How could that car be outside my house? I could hear Edward laughing at my reaction, but I couldn't seem to care. I was too busy trying not to hyperventilate. How? That was the only thing that was running through my mind at that point. I closed my eyes and then opened them again, seeing whether it had just been my imagination. It wasn't. I felt Edward take hold of my arm and lead me forward towards that car. I felt like crying, I was that happy. Not only had I been able to see this gorgeous car up close, but I was going to be able to ride in it! I laid my hand on the glossy silver paintwork and stroked it ever so slightly. This was so unreal. I mean this was the car I had loved for years and had wanted it so incredibly much. Edward opened the door, and it took me a moment to register that I could actually get into this magnificent machine. I sat down and laid my head against the leather headrest closing my eyes as Edward got into the car. I still couldn't speak.
"I thought that you might like to travel in this since you like cars." I nodded, dumbstruck. He laughed again and then put the key into the ignition turning it on. That noise.... it was one of the most heavenly things I had ever heard in my life. We set off along the road, riding smoothly around the corners.
I began to feel the cold leather seat against my shoulders. I looked around me for my jacket, but it wasn't in the car.
"Aww crap," I muttered. Edward looked towards me in askance. "I left my coat on the table." I explained.
"I have a coat in the boot which you can have," Edward said as he turned his eyes back to the road.
"Thanks. I think that I am beginning to build up quite a collection of your coats now." I said, thinking of the leather jacket on my chair in my room. I had no intention of giving it back though, I liked it too much.
"You are, aren't you," he said grinning widely.
We walked out of the cinema a few hours later, Edward's coat slung around my shoulders. We walked along together, his arm around my waist, my arm around his. My kind of heaven. Edward asked me if I was hungry, and I just looked up at him and raised my eyebrows. What did he think? We walked into my favourite chicken restaurant, which was right by the cinema and grabbed a table towards the back. I could see that Edward was waiting for something. Eventually he got frustrated.
"Where is the waiter?" he asked me. I laughed.
"It isn't that type of restaurant Edward. You have to go up to the counter and order and then they bring you your food."
"What about getting more drinks?" he asked, confused by this concept.
"They are bottomless, which means that you can get free refills from the machine over there. You don't need to ask for it, or wait. You can just go up when you like." I was finding this all very funny by this point. Edward's face was a picture. I took hold of his hand and pulled him to his feet. "Come on, we will go up and order."
He followed me to the counter, where I ordered my usual meal from here, and Edward ordered a plate of chips. I was grateful for that, because I was very hungry. We took the cups to the machine and Edward followed my lead in filling the glass with coke. Then we sat down again.
As I sat something caught my eye. A mop of brilliant scarlet hair, the colour that you can only get from a bottle. It was on the head of a beautiful pale skinned woman, with curiously coloured eyes. They were purple, which made me immediately think that she was wearing coloured contacts. Her hair waved around her head like some exotic halo, which went all the way down to her waist. She was pretty, but looked incredibly... nervous. As if she wasn't used to this, or didn't know the man she was facing very well. I guessed that it was probably a first date. The man facing her was equally good looking. But whist she was shy with her beauty, he was fully aware of it. He had long brown hair which almost covered his eyes, and pale, pale skin. He kept on flicking his fringe out of his eyes, which reminded me for a moment of Dale. His skin was flawless, not spots or blemished. If I had to guess I would say that he was in his mid twenties. My attention was drawn to his eyes. They were a dark brown, almost a burgundy red. Then he noticed that I was looking at him. His eyes met mine, and he smiled. It was the smile of a predator. I shook my head to get rid of the insane thoughts and looked back to Edward. He looked at me questioningly, but I shook my head. I was just being paranoid.
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