Chapter 25

There had been an awkward silence after Edward's confession in the car. Bella couldn't find words to say. She watched him as he moved his food around his plate.

They still had a little more than an hour left of their drive. Were they supposed to drive in this awkward tension?

"How are you guys, doing? Can I get you anything?" the bubbly waitress asked, her gaze lingering on Bella's face. She pushed up her sun glasses and looked out the window. Edward answered for them.

"No. We're alright, thank you."

The waitress sent him a blinding smile and walked away. Bella felt her stomach churn. She didn't like the way the girl looked at him.

"We were so young," Bella said, finally deciding to speak. He looked up, startled.

"We still are," he said, raising a brow and looking confused.

"I meant, back then. We were so young. Young and in love, we were so foolish," she said.

"It was real. We were real," he commented and she could not disagree.

She placed her feet on his lap and he pushed them off.

"Don't be a git," she said, a British lilt to her tone. He laughed. She had been taking an accent class and had been talking with a different accent all this week.

"Then keep your feet off," he told her, focusing on his notes.

"I don't see why it bothers you," she said, keeping the accent and curling her socked feet underneath her.

"Lots of things bother me," he mumbled, his fingers shifting through a page in his textbook. She watched him, admiring the focused concentration on his face.

"Oh, do share them, love," she said shifting to her knees.

"Well this accent week bothers me. You're kinda annoying," he joked. She pushed his shoulder.

"Don't be an arse."

"I'll be an ass all I want. Also your name bothers me," he commented and her brows furrowed in confusion.

"My name? What's wrong with my name?" she asked.

"It's just so unrealistic. I mean really what kind of name is Swan? You're named after a bird. Your name is beautiful Swan. It's so cliché," he said, rolling his bright green eyes. She was offended. She pushed his text book off the sofa arm and onto the floor. His bright eyes met her, alight with humor.

"What makes your name so bloody perfect, then?" she asked, never giving up the accent. He smiled at her determination.

"It's a great name. Actually," he said, his eyes losing his humor and his body turning to face her. "I think Bella Cullen sounds a whole lot better, don't you?"

With that he stood up and walked into the kitchen, leaving her in the small living room all alone.

"Oi!" She called, rising to her feet and following him. "Cullen, did you just propose to me!"

She froze when she walked into the room.

He knelt on the ground, holding a sparkling ring in between his fingers, a playful smirk on his lips.

Like he knew that the answer couldn't be anything other than a yes.

So another flashback. I just want to show what it was like before their break-up.

anywhoo...review. I love hearing your thoughts. any questions, feel free to ask.