Chapter 24

Cloud nine.... That's how happy I am. I feel like I'm drifting up to heaven every time I picture his face, and when I look into his eyes I'm already there. It happened last night. Edward decided to make it official. June 22, 2009. And now my life is better than ever. I love cloud nine....

It started when I walked into the weight room that day. It was a Monday, the first day of summer. I hesitated in step when I saw the face of my best friend with "benefits" smiling at me. I flopped my bag down next to Edward's and waited for Jane, our personal trainer. She was also an assistant coach on the swim team.

The whole time Edward and I laughed and smiled every time we looked at each other. It was a happy hour with weights. Edward's mom and my mom had coordinated and decided to carpool. Sam's mom was doing this as well, but Sam didn't go to every practice because of cross country. My mom was supposed to take us home after weights today. As usual, my hair-brained mother was late.

"So, tell me, Edward, what's your issue in life?" I decided to be blunt and laughed at my question.

"Well, my issue is about 5' 6, blonde..." he trailed off and grinned at me.

"Every guy has that issue," I laughed.

"Well what's your issue?" he asked, sincerely.

"Well, you see, there's this guy," I began. "I can't seem to get him off my mind. It's terrifying, really."

"Hmmm... Do I know this guy?" his brows furrowed in concern. He's so cute when he does that...

"Actually, you know him better than you think," I laughed at my private joke.

"Well, give me a hint," he demanded.

"Let's see..." I pondered for a moment. "Oh! This guy called me his chocolate ice cream at one point in time."

"I have no idea who you would be talking about," a playful smile seemed to appear upon his lips.

"Well, keep thinking about it," I smiled at him. "I got taller."

"No you didn't, shorty!" he exclaimed.

"Yes I did! Grew a whole two inches!" I stuck out my tongue at him, playfully.

"Hmmmm... How tall are you now?" he asked.

"I'm 5' 4," I informed him.

"Wow..." he breathed.

"Yeah, yeah," I laughed. "Oh, here's my mom."

Renee swerved around the corner and came zooming up to us. We waltzed into the car, laughing the whole way. When we got in, we buckled our seatbelts and reminded Renee to turn up the music.

"Have you heard this song before?" Edward was laughing at my head bobbing and out of harmony singing.

"Indeed I have," I grinned.

Don't Trust Me by 3oh!3 was playing. It's my favorite song. I sang really loudly and Edward was laughing so hard, he had turned a bright shade of red.

"Don't laugh so hard, Edwardo, or your face will be that color forever," I teased him.

"No it won't," he pouted for a moment.

"Poor liddle Eddie, he's stuck in La La Land..." I sighed dramatically, and received a playful punch on my right arm. "OW!"

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"Serves you right," Edward stuck his nose in the air.

"Didn't your mother ever teach you not to hit girls?" I raised my eyebrows reproachfully.

"Yeah she did, but when do I listen to my mother?" he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, and received a punch from me. "Hey!"

"Revenge is sweet," I smiled.

"Hmph," Edward turned his head away from me.

"We're here, Edward," my mom smiled through the rear view mirror.

"Thanks for the ride, Mrs. Swan," he politely called as he stepped out of the car.

I immediately started texting him as he waved us away from his doorstep.

"Who are you texting?" Renee asked curiously.

"Edward," I answered simply.

"You guys are always talking to each other," Renee sighed, exasperated. "Don't you ever get bored of each other?"

"Nope," I replied.

Renee just rolled her eyes.

Later that night I was texting Edward while laying in bed.

'So, have you figured out who the guy is yet?' I asked him.

'I think I have,' he replied. 'I mean how many guys call you their chocolate ice cream?'

'Just one,' I smiled.

'Well, I can't seem to get this certain girl off my mind,' he replied.

'Really? Tell me about her,' I waited.

'Well she's a brunette, and she's not African,' he replied.

Tanya was an African. In fact, I liked to call her the African Bitch.

'Well, that narrows it down,' I snickered. 'Give me one more hint.'

'She's 5 foot 4,' he gave me the last and final clue.

'So does this mean you're asking me out?' I asked him.

'Yeah,' he replied.

'Well, if we're going to do this for real this time, we're going to have to do this right,' I insisted.

'What do you mean by that?' he asked.

'I mean you have to ask me out in person, tomorrow,' I demanded.

'Alright, but for now, we should sleep," he instructed. 'See ya in the morning.'

'See ya,' I smiled and plugged my phone into the charger by me bed. I turned off the lamp and went to sleep with a smile on my face. Tomorrow was going to be great.