Project Team Beta 2013 Writing Challenge

"Take Your Shot"

Challenge Number/Title: PTB #15

Date Posted: 7 May 2013

Fandom: Twilight

Rating: M/NC17

Genre: AH

Content Descriptors: Comedy/Romance

Character Pairing: Edward/Bella

#15 – Correct My Autocorrect: In your entry you must have at least three text messages of autocorrect fails.

Disclaimer: SM owns all rights and characters. I'm just toying with their universe. No copyright infringement is intended. This also applies to the borrowed movie quotes from Batman Returns. It's Bella's fault, really. There are also a few movie spoilers, but let's be honest... if you haven't seen Batman Returns by now, you probably aren't going to do so anytime soon. :)

A/N: So I am feeling very dejected because I found out that it is unacceptable to combine writing challenges, which I have done a few times now. Therefore, I am finishing this chapter and then I will work on rewriting some of my previous chapters in order to abide by the rules. I only have to rewrite one chapter (the Motel Bed POV) and do a few challenges that I skipped. The chapter splits went well, I think, and almost nothing has changed in the previous chapters. Thanks to my betas shouvley and EdwardsFirstKiss for encouraging and supporting me.

I hope to keep working on this story because I really do want to complete all 52 challenges, but I am not sure how much I will be updating with new chapters. It is nearing the end of the school year, so things are quite hectic for us teachers. Hopefully, I'll be able to catch up a lot once summer vacation hits. I hope you will keep an eye out for an update email and not totally bail on me! At any rate, here's the big date from Bella's point of view. It probably isn't what you'd expect...

Take Your Shot

Chapter 14: Namesakes and Nuts

BPOV

Edward came to pick me up right at eleven, just as he said, and I couldn't stop myself from rushing out the door to meet him. I probably seemed like a desperate loser, but I was so happy at the prospect of our date that I didn't care. That is, until I received a lukewarm greeting in the car. Edward sat stock still with his hands firmly on the wheel, barely making eye contact with me. I probably should have asked Alice for some fashion advice beforehand. I chose my sweater because it was nearly the same color as the dress I had worn to the dance, so I hoped that Edward liked it.

"Hi," I finally said, unable to think of anything witty.

"Hello yourself," Edward replied. "You look beautiful. I like you in blue."

Score. "Thanks. I like you in green," I said in return. And boy, did I. It matched his eyes and fit tightly over his muscular chest. I had seen Edward in considerably more revealing clothing—wrestling singlets left little to the imagination—but this was something other. He was dressed casually, but something about him had the British girl inside of me drooling over how "fit" he was. I got completely carried away by my thoughts as my eyes remained locked with his. Finally, he broke our eye contact to back out of my driveway and take us to our mysterious destination.

After watching Emmett's cut of our flashmob from the dance, I texted him to congratulate him on his efforts. It was truly a great video. I hadn't noticed at the time, but he asked a lot of the participants to capture video as it happened with their phones and put together an impressive clip à la Project X. He must have stayed up all night working on it.

Bella: The Harlem Shake vid is great. Looks like it has a ton of hits already. Nice job!

Emmett: Thanks, B! I'm glad you were part of it.

B: How did you get it edited so quickly?

Em: I buggered Eric so he'd help me. He's a movie genius.

B: WTF? Eric's gay?

Em: Holy crap. I BEGGED Eric. No buggering! I hate autocorrect!

Em: Please delete those last few.

B: Okay, no problem. I may have taken a screenshot though.

B: And sent it to Rosalie.

Em: Touché, B. Touché. Game on, squirt.

I laughed, eliciting a sideways glance from Edward, but I didn't elaborate. He took the exit for Port Angeles, and I sat up a little straighter, eager to find out where we were going. I groaned internally when I saw that the restaurant was called Bella Italia. I would be mortified if anyone overhead me being called "Bella," like we came here for that reason alone. I was glad that Edward and I were able to compromise on a suitable alternative to Bella. "BB" had a nice ring to it, even though I didn't know what it stood for. It probably means "Batty Bella," or something equally asshatish. Edward seemed to be very hung up on the fact that I donned a Batman shirt for a trip to the movies that I didn't even know involved Edward in the first place.

Edward pulled out a chair for me, and I sat down with a thud because I miscalculated how low the chair was to the ground. The whole thing had me feeling like a small child as I was shoved to the table so hurriedly that I nearly crushed my sternum. It was the first time anyone had done that for me since I was five, and it was a sweet gesture. We placed our drink orders with the twenty-something waitress, who cast me a judgmental glance as she fawned over Edward. I rolled my eyes as she sashayed away with her best runway model impersonation.

I almost wrote Edward off for the cheese factor of choosing a restaurant with my namesake, but the food was amazing. I thought of myself as a great cook, and I was nearly in ecstasy over the steamed mussels and calamari we shared as appetizers. It was difficult not to moan like a whore after each bite. Thankfully, Edward peppered me with questions as we got better acquainted. It still boggled my mind that we hadn't really talked until today.

We left the restaurant to find a wonderfully sunny day. It had warmed up quite a bit, and I was almost regretful that I had worn a sweater. I was briefly lost in thought about what I could have been wearing that would have been more suitable to the weather when I was blindsided. Edward was slowly, almost tentatively, shrugging out of his jacket, and I had a close-up view of his muscles rippling with the movement. His green T-shirt was stretched tightly across his chest and back, the sleeves accentuating his strong shoulders and arms. I was on the verge of hyperventilating. I nearly moaned, but I was able to stifle it down to a small gasp.

Blimey, I definitely like you in green, I thought to myself.

We walked until we reached a small bookstore. It was a lovely shop and I quickly got lost in the stacks. Too soon, Edward informed me that we had to leave. I made a mental note of a few books I wanted to pick up later, and we headed to our next destination. I was a little crestfallen as we pulled up at the movie theater. He really was going through with the whole meal and a movie cliché. I held Edward to a higher standard than typical guys, and I thought for sure that he would come up with something original and charming. However, the restaurant impressed me more than I thought it would, so perhaps a trip to the movies had more potential too.

I wasn't disappointed. Edward had surprised me by reserving the whole theater for us to view the movies of his choice. The only downside was the fact that there was an armrest between us, whereas at his house, we could have shared the chair and a half. He was right though—a real theater was much better than his in-home theater. Only in a real theater is Dr. Manhattan's blue peen larger than life! It took downing a pack of blue raspberry Sour Punch Straws to a whole new level of suggestiveness.

I attempted to flirt with Edward by feigning an intense desire for Everlasting Gobstoppers so that I had an excuse to touch him. That was when I saw it. Edward had a serious issue growing in his pants. Serious, indeed. I froze in mid-grab for the box of candy and awkwardly sat back in my own seat. I didn't know how to react, but I thought it would be best not to let him know that I had noticed. I couldn't help but wonder if it was in reaction to me or something else, like he really had the hots for Silk Spectre. It seemed like anything could set off a teenaged guy when it came to peen issues. I decided it would be best to ignore it, but I did have a little fun with Edward trying to figure out if it was because of me.

I had a major victory in getting Edward to admit that he cared about me. However, I wish I had the balls to reciprocate the sentiment. Instead, I hid behind my hair, as is my typical reaction to things that cause me discomfort. I felt the same way about him, but I couldn't bring myself to vocalize it. I tried to show him through my behavior during the movies. I subtly moved closer to him until I was practically sitting in his lap, my head resting on his shoulder as I breathed in his subtle cologne.

I tried my best to concentrate on the movie but every time Edward shifted his weight, or popped another Whopper into his mouth, I always ended up glancing at his lap. It was like his peen was waving "hello" to me. Maybe it was more like a flagpole or a beacon. Either way, my eyes were always drawn to it, and I thought for sure he would catch me staring at his tented jeans. I adopted the looking-at-the-sun approach: take a glance, get a sense of it, and look away. I just couldn't believe how long he was sitting there with this going on—it looked like it must be uncomfortable. Eventually, Edward excused himself, nearly running from the theater.

While I waited for Edward's return, I received a text from Emmett.

Emmett: Mom and Dad have sex.

Em: On a regular basis.

B: What?

Em: Shit, those last two texts weren't for you. Nevermind.

B: Don't worry abou tit's okay.

B: IT's okay. It's! Awkward...but okay.

Em: Haha, no worries, B. Well, I'm gonna get back to jerking off.

B: Um...

Em: OMG, goofing off. F*** you, autocorrect!

B: Well, have fun Emmett, doing...whatever it is that you're doing... haha

Em: I like you, B. You get me. Have fun on the rest of your date. ;)

My date with Edward was nearing the end, but I wished we could spend even more time together. It had turned out to be a great day, and I didn't want it to be over. I thought about inviting him to dinner, but I wasn't sure if it was a good idea. I didn't want him to get sick of me. I sat in my seat waiting for Edward, wringing my hands with indecision.

That was when I received a text from Alice inviting us to go out to dinner with her family. I excused myself since I had already planned on making dinner for my dad. Luckily, it gave me the perfect reason to invite Edward to dinner. However, I thought it would be best to ask my dad first.

Bella: Hey, dad. When will you be leaving the station?

Charlie: Probably around 9. Why, Bells, everything okay?

B: Yep! Do you mind if Edward comes over and we have a quick diddle tonight?

C: Isabella Marie Swan, you'd BETTER be joking.

B: OMG, DAD! I meant DINNER. My phone changed my words.

C: You nearly gave me a heart attack...

B: Sorry! Is it okay though? If he stays for dinner?

C: Sure, sure... as long as there is absolutely NO diddling involved.

B: Scouts honor! Tacos okay with you?

C: You were never a scout. Food sounds good.

B: I was a BROWNIE! That counts! See you for dinner. Love you, dad.

C: You too. No diddling. I mean it.

B: Google "autocorrect," old man. It's a real thing. :)

Finally, Edward strolled back into the theater, the creases erased from his brow, seemingly at ease as compared to earlier. The situation in his pants seemed to have resolved itself. I wondered if that explained the weird texts I got from Emmett earlier. I know that any mention of my parents' bedroom antics would get me out of the mood quickly. After our trilogy ended, we got up to leave, and Edward escorted me out, placing his hand on the small of my back. It tingled. Edward opened the car door for me, and I turned to face him and invite him to dinner. I spun around, colliding with him and hitting my head on his chin.

"Ow!" I shouted, rubbing at the sore spot on my head. I finally understood the reason for the description of a "chiseled chin."

Edward may have been an all-star wrestler, but he reacted like a baby. He whined, "What'd you do that for, BB? I was only joking when I called you Izzy. Didn't you have fun today?"

I took his reminder as his request for a well-deserved kick in the shin.

"I've had a great time, Edward. The headbutt was an accident, but you did earn a couple shin-kicks for using forbidden nicknames," I said, cocking my leg playfully. I meant it to be a light tap on the shin, but he stepped a few inches to the side and I ended up kicking him right in his crotch. He crumbled immediately, writhing in pain and holding himself.

"Oh, Edward! I'm so sorry! I was just teasing, I didn't mean to do that!" I yelled, as I crouched down to try and help him. He rolled around on the floor for a bit longer before he sat up, taking deep breaths.

After he regained his composure, Edward said, "Well, I guess we should be going..."

"Edward, I really am sorry. It was an accident."

"I know, Isabella," he said quietly. I felt terrible. He was obviously still in pain.

I blurted out, "I'd like to make it up to you." He arched his eyebrow, urging me to continue.

"Well...we haven't eaten since lunch, so I thought you could come over for dinner?"

Edward placed his hands on the roof of his car, trapping me. The air grew charged as I eagerly anticipated his next move.

"Aww, honey, you'll cook for me?" he asked mockingly. He adjusted to a more serious tone adding, "I would love that, BB. What're we having?"

I told him it was a surprise, but that we needed to make a quick stop at the grocery store, if he didn't mind. I also warned him that he would have to deal with dinner with Charlie. Thankfully, it didn't phase Edward at all. I was worried that he may balk at my invitation when he found out he was also having dinner with my rather stoic cop-dad.

Once that was settled, Edward looked at me appraisingly. He tucked my stray bangs behind my ear, leaving his hand resting against my neck. He leaned towards me, licking his lips and holding his breath, moving at an excruciatingly slow pace. Finally, I thought to myself, only to be thwarted when he licked his thumb and began rubbing at an invisible smudge on his car door.

"We should probably get going so you can get dinner ready for Charlie. We wouldn't want the chief to starve," Edward finally said, backing away from me, opening the door and gesturing for me to get in the car.

What is his deal?

A/N: Please don't throw things at me! *ducks* Remember, since I can't combine challenges... I have 52 chapters for this! Things will actually pick up a lot here in the next few, but I really wanted to relate Bella's side of the story. Basically, they are continually misreading each other. Poor kids. I promise they will figure it out in the next chapter. Please leave a review. First kiss suggestions may be incorporated into the story. Credit to you of course! If anything, just leave me some love. I really am pretty bummed about having to make so many changes, even though it's probably my fault. Thank you so much for reading and sticking with me and Wrestlerward. :)