"Swan." Edward plopped down in the chair next to mine.

He's greeted me this way since the very first day of junior high last month.

"Cullen." I smile.

I know we sound formal, but he's my best friend.

"We should go on a date," He states without preamble.

"Really?" I say, because I'm shocked. Edward could date anyone and he never has.

"Yeah, I mean, you're beautiful, smart, we get along. We should date."

"Ok." I say, because he's right, we get along, he's smart, and he's obscenely beautiful.

And I know I could easily fall in love with him.