Try
I'm in a much better mood leaving than entering the detention room, and while I guess that makes sense, I still hadn't expected it.
Maybe I could give this a try.
Maybe . . . maybe it's not as bad as I thought it was . . . or maybe it was worse.
Either way, I'll never know unless I try.
Edward is waiting for me in the hallway. "I'm so sorry, Bella," he breathes, hands holding my cheeks, "I hadn't seen it that way; I was just so frustrated and-"
"It's fine," I cut him off, pulling his hands off of my face and holding them instead. "I know you didn't mean for me to take it that way. I understand now, a little bit better, why it's been so difficult. And . . ." I trail off.
Am I going to do this?
. . . Yeah, I think I am.
"I'm willing to give this a try," I finish.
A smile like no other graces his features.
It's relief.
It's grateful.
It's happy.
"So, since you still have to get me my present," I say with a teasing smile, "Why don't you just meet us at the restaurant?"
"Sure," he says, his smile still in place, "What's it called?"
"Do you know where Bella Italiana is?"
"I'll see you there!"
And he's running down the hallway.
I guess he's not so bad.
A/N: Oh, what a turn of events!
Maybe a little information was all she needed . . .
You know what to do ;)
Oh! And a shoutout to the "Darkward,Possessiveward,Domward,Mobward" community for adding ATG!
~ Madison ~