"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.
