Heyy guys. I'm being super nice and posting this before leaving for camp for 8 weeks. You'll be deprived of my story, I'm sorry. Luckily, I come home for three days in 4 weeks so… we'll see what happens. Everyone that reads thins needs to give a giant thanks to mayball31695 and luvjazzyhale4evs13 for convincing me that I should be nice and post this. I didn't get my five reviews, (really people? It was only 5 reviews… you gotta show me some love!) I would love you all forever if I come home to find an inbox full of reviews. Could you do that? For me?

Well, enough ranting from me. Here's what you've all been waiting for!!! The big date scene!!!!! =D *Wooot!*

Chapter 14: A Lover's Dream

I looked over at Nahuel; he had a big ole grin on his face. He was so cute.

"Really?" I heard Edward ask.

"Aw, shucks. You got me." I said, snapping my fingers and laughing slightly at my joke. I didn't even feel embarrassed. There was no need to further the blush. I was smiling back at Nahuel.

"Ok, I think it's time for you two to get your butts out of here!" Bella said, hugging me again. She then went over to hug Nahuel. She sounded like she was rushing to get us out.

Edward looked at me with understanding in his eyes. "You'll be fine. If you're as much like my Bella as they say you are, you have nothing to worry about." This truly touched my heart. Edward, who loved Bella beyond reason or rhyme, who I had – not so secretly – lusted over, was telling me I was similar to Bella, my one true idol. I couldn't help myself; I leaped forward to hug him, and was relieved when he hugged me back.

We let go, and he walked over to Nahuel, placed one hand on his shoulder, and nodded to him. I wondered what hidden question he was answering, but not enough for it to bother me. It was between them; that's all I needed to know.

"Really? Wow, most people are dying to know other's thoughts and conversations." Edward said to me, slightly dumbfounded.

"I mean, I'm like that too, don't get me wrong. There are just certain cases where… it's none of my business. I don't need to know." I told him.

"That's very admirable of you." He said, nodding to me.

"Thanks… I guess." I said, giving a short laugh.

"So, shall we head out?" Nahuel asked me.

I smiled at my opening, "We shall!" Edward laughed at me, as did Bella. I didn't care enough to blush. I loved my saying!

Nahuel came over to me and stuck out his arm for me to loop mine through. It was kind of corny, but I liked it. I was just that kind of girl. I moved my bag to my other shoulder, then stuck my arm through his. We walked toward the kitchen to go out the back door. I vaguely heard Edward still laughing, but I blew it off. This was my night, nothing could ruin it.

Nahuel removed his arm from the loop, and moved it down to hold my hand instead. I really couldn't believe this was happening. That kind of thing just didn't happen to me. It happened to everyone around me, to all of my friends. I was the one they came to with their problems, looking for advice. I didn't understand this, seeing as to how I'd never been in the situation – until now, that is. I smiled to myself.

Nahuel noticed this, "What are you thinking about?" he asked me.

"Just… how I'm finally getting my chance," I replied. I couldn't think of any other way to phrase it.

He seemed to have caught on to what I was saying though, because he said, "I'm glad I could give to you." We walked then in silence. It wasn't awkward, it was just… nice.

We walked over to the river. I was a little confused about how I was going to make it across, but Nahuel led me to a place where four or five boards had been laid down to form a bridge. Nahuel allowed me to walk across first, but my hand remained in his, holding it over my shoulder.

I was glad to have his hand for support. I was pretty sure that if I didn't have it, I would've fallen into the river, because of those damn heels. At least I could walk in them, though; I had to give myself credit for that.

I loved the feel of his hand in mine. It was so smooth, form-fitting, and cool – not freezing, like Alice, Bella, and Edward's had been, just a nice, comforting coolness.

"Can I ask you a question?" I asked him. I felt I should give him the change to say no, rather than just coming out and asking.

"Only if I can ask one in return," he replied. This seemed fair to me.

"Alright, fair enough. Why is your hand so cool? I thought half-vampires were warm."

"Half-vampires are not as cold as vampires, so we're warm to them. To a human, we'd seem a little bit cooler, because we're not as warm as them."

"Ok, I understand now. Makes sense." I was glad I could have this conversation with him, and just ask him these questions. There were a lot of things about the books and the Cullens that confused me.

Now it was his turn, "How many times have you read the books." He had to ask that, didn't he! He'd probably think I was some kind of weird freak when he heard the number.

"Well… I've read them 57 times… each." I answered honestly. He smiled at my answer, and I saw him bite his lip. To hold back the laughter, I thought. "Yep, ha ha, I know…" I said, blush creeping up again. I'd never be able to go to the Cullen's again. I had blushed more that night than I had in my life.

"No, I'm sorry. I should not have done that. That was rude. I'm glad you love the books. And if you've read them that many times, then you have to be a committed fan, not just someone who wanted to read them because they're the new fad." As he said this, I couldn't help but nod in agreement. I couldn't stand those types of people.

"Trust me, I'm committed!" I told him, "I just can't believe that no one in Forks has read them, I am absolutely addicted to these books, and yet I have no one to discuss them with, other than Bryn, and my new Cullen friends of course!"

He laughed at this, and I joined him. "Yes, this is true." He said, "Any more questions?"

"Do you still get to ask a question afterward?"

"Of course, it's only fair!" He said with a smirk.

"Alright… let's see." I said, trying to think of which question to ask next. I looked into his eyes, and it came to me. "This question's similar to the last one; why are your eyes golden, like a vampires, rather than… human?"

"Well, Carlisle thinks that because, like a vampire, I produce venom, that I'm more vampire-like, than human, so my eyes follow that pattern. Rather than being like human's eyes, they're more like a vampire's." This intrigued me.

"That's interesting. I really am glad I can talk to you about this, and learn."

"I'm glad I can talk to you too," he said, "What made you read Twilight?"

I wondered why he was so curious about my reading habits. I answered the question honestly, "Last year, I went to visit my cousin in Minnesota, and she told me there was a book that I just had to read. She let me borrow the books, I mailed them back when I was done, and I've been hooked ever since."

"That's really cool. I'm glad I have my aunt, I think I'd go crazy if I didn't have that one close family member. Not that the Cullens aren't nice. They're like a family to me, but nothing will replace that true bond." I thought I heard sadness in his voice when he was speaking of his aunt. She was a vampire too, and she was still living. I didn't understand why he sounded sad.

"Does she not live with you?" I asked impulsively.

"No, she stays in Brazil. I stayed with the Cullens to adapt to this new way of life, and she had business down there. I rarely get to see her." I could see his eyes glistening with tears.

"Oh, I'm sorry… I shouldn't have brought it up." I said. I felt really bad.

"No, no it's fine. I just miss her, that's all. She was supposed to come tomorrow, but she can't. That's what Edward texted me about earlier." Well, that cleared that up. I was wondering about that.

I didn't know what to say after that, and we ended up walking in silence. It was a nice silence though, one I didn't have to worry about filling.

We walked for a good ten minutes before I saw a red and black checkered blanket lying on the ground, with two plates with napkins and silverware on top. There were also two glasses. I was glad there weren't any candles; I wasn't sure how much of a romantic evening I could handle.

I hadn't realized I had stopped walking. Nahuel squeezed my hand, and I turned to look at him. "Do you like it?"

"Like it? Nahuel… I love it. It's beautiful." I said to him. He smiled at my response, and led me over to the blanket. I sat down beside one plate, and he sat by the other. I put my bag down beside me, and then took the shoes Alice had given me off. I saw Nahuel give me a look. I merely put them off to the side, then looked at him and said, "It's more comfortable to sit with them off."

"Makes sense," he said with a smile in his voice. I chuckled lightly and rolled my eyes.

Nahuel said nothing more on the matter, but instead moved to the covered pan that was off to the side. I eyed it warily, not sure what he had prepared for us. He lifted the cover, and the smell of garlic, beef, and pasta wafted over to me. It smelled amazing.

"Did you make this?" I asked. I wanted to eat it right then and there. It smelled so good!

"Well, no," he said sheepishly. "Edward did actually. So, if you like it, you'll have to compliment him."

"Well, it smells delicious, so I'll have to give him that. I can compliment him later though." I said, smiling at Nahuel.

He served us both our meal after we both removed our napkins and silverware. I placed mine to the side of my plate, putting the napkin on my lap, and he did the same.

The food looked as good as it smelt. I had to hold myself back from devouring it. I picked up my fork, speared some pasta and meat, and then brought it up to my mouth. I tried to make out all the different flavors; there was garlic, onion, and some type of herb I couldn't pinpoint.

"What's in this?"

"It's ground beef and macaroni made in garlic, onion, oregano, salt, and pepper," he told me.

"Oregano, that's it!"

"Excuse me?"

"Oh, I was just trying to figure out what the herb was in this, sorry."

"No, no. It's quite alright. No need to be embarrassed."

We continued eating with quiet conversation. Little questions here and there. When I went for a second plate, my phone started ringing. Walkin' the streets with you and your worn-out jeans. I can't help thinking this is how it ought to be. Laughing on a park bench, thinking to myself, "Hey, isn't this easy?" And you've got a smile that could light up this whole town. I haven't seen it in a while since she brought you down. You say you're fine, I know you better than that. Hey, what ya doing with a girl like that? I smiled and blushed. I couldn't believe I forgotten to turn my phone on silent. I took my phone out of my pocket and put it in my bag, ignoring the call.

I looked up at Nahuel, hoping he wasn't mad that my phone interrupted our dinner. He looked back at me.

He asked, "What song is that"

"You Belong With Me, by Taylor Swift" I told him. "It's my favorite song, and whenever someone calls me, I have to listen to the entire verse before answering. I have to tell people that if they call, expect a few rings to go by before I answer. It makes me smile whenever I hear it." I could feel my face getting redder, but my smile getting bigger.

"That's beautiful," he said.

I reached into my bag and pulled out my iPod. I took out the headphones and threw them back into my bag. I searched through my music until I found the song. When I did, I turned the volume up all the way and hit play. Music fills our ears.

You're on the phone with your girlfriend, she's upset
She's going off about something that you said
'Cause she doesn't get your humor like I do


I'm in the room, it's a typical Tuesday night
I'm listening to the kind of music she doesn't like
And she'll never know your story like I do


But she wears short skirts, I wear T-shirts
She's Cheer Captain and I'm on the bleachers
Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find
That what you're looking for has been here the whole time

If you could see that I'm the one who understands you
Been here all along, so why can't you see?
You belong with me, you belong with me

At that point, I closed my eyes, and I'd forgotten Nahuel was sitting across from me. I let myself into the music and start to sing along softly.


Walkin' the streets with you and your worn-out jeans
I can't help thinking this is how it ought to be
Laughing on a park bench, thinking to myself
"Hey, isn't this easy?"

And you've got a smile that could light up this whole town
I haven't seen it in a while since she brought you down
You say you're fine, I know you better than that
Hey, what ya doing with a girl like that?

She wears high heels, I wear sneakers
She's Cheer Captain and I'm on the bleachers
Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find
That what you're looking for has been here the whole time

If you could see that I'm the one who understands you
Been here all along, so why can't you see?
You belong with me

Standing by and waiting at your back door
All this time how could you not know?
Baby, you belong with me, you belong with me

Oh, I remember you driving to my house in the middle of the night
I'm the one who makes you laugh when you know you're 'bout to cry
And I know your favorite songs and you tell me 'bout your dreams
Think I know where you belong, think I know it's with me

Can't you see that I'm the one who understands you?
Been here all along, so why can't you see?
You belong with me

Standing by and waiting at your back door
All this time, how could you not know?
Baby, you belong with me, you belong with me

You belong with me
Have you ever thought just maybe
You belong with me?
You belong with me

As the music faded away, I slowly opened my eyes. I looked at Nahuel and he was quietly applauding "That was beautiful," he said to me.

The next song came on. I didn't realize my iPod was on shuffle. It started playing my favorite song from Roger and Hammerstein's Cinderella. It was the part where the Price and Cinderella were declaring their love for each other.

Prince:

Do I love you because you're beautiful? Or are you beautiful because I love you?

Am I making believe I see in you, a girl too lovely to be really true?

This was my favorite part of the movie. I always replayed it about fifteen times before I went on. I closed my eyes again and smiled.

Do I want you because you're wonderful? Or are you wonderful because I want you?

My eyes flew open. There was another voice singing along. This voice was the most beautiful voice I had ever heard. It made the Prince's voice sound scratchy. I stared into Nahuel's eyes while he sang along with the scratchy Prince.

Are you the sweet invention of a lover's dream? Or are you really as beautiful as you seem?

Cinderella's part was next and I couldn't escape the opportunity. I knew it was cheesy, and it shouldn't work out that way, but… I couldn't help myself. I sang along, looking into Nahuel's eyes the entire time.

Cinderella:

Am I making believe I see in you, a man too perfect to be really true?

Do I want you because you're wonderful? Or are you wonderful because I want you?

He joined in, picking up his cue, as if it were meant for him all along.

Both:

Are you the sweet invention of a lover's dream? Or are you really as wonderful as you seem?

There was only music playing now. The characters were talking at this point, but I knew when to pick it up. I assumed Nahuel did too. I never broke his gaze. We both picked up the cue.

Both:

Are you the sweet invention of a lover's dream? Or are you really as wonderful as you seem?

More music, just by itself. Cinderella has just realized it's midnight and needs to get away from the Prince before it's too late, and he sees her for what she truly is. She runs out of the castle with the Prince chasing after her. He is too late; she is gone. She has left behind a glass slipper for the Prince to find. He picks it up, and starts to sing.

Prince/Nahuel:

Do I want you because you're wonderful?

Cinderella/Me:

Or are you wonderful because I want you?

Both:

Are you the sweet invention of a lover's dream? Or are you really as wonderful as you seem?

The music stops, the song ends. I figured that was enough music. I broke Nahuel's gaze, clearing my throat, and put my iPod back inside my bag. I looked back at my plate. I picked up my fork, speared some pasta and place it in my mouth. I chewed it slowly, and then swallowed. I felt Nahuel's hand on my chin, and him lift my head up to look at him. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and opened them. He is gazing lovingly at me, and I could only assume I returned it.

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