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Edward Cullen/confused as fuck
My phone rings twenty minutes after Bella vanishes into thin air.
I'm still sitting on the couch, trying to figure out what I did wrong.
"Hello?"
"I'm sorry ... I freaked."
"Yeah, you did. There's a Bella-shaped hole in my door, and I heard your tires squealing when you hightailed it out of the complex."
"Did I say I was sorry? Because I am."
"Wanna let me know what happened so I can try to fix it?"
Bella sighs.
"This is all on me, Edward. I just ... I'm sorry. Are we okay?"
"Yeah. Of course, we are. Why wouldn't we be?"
She's quiet for a beat.
"Bella?"
"Yeah, we're good. I want to make it up to you. I know you can't drink, but there's a bar on the corner of my street that makes bangin' chicken tenders. Do you think I could take you out on a date, properly?"
I think my face might break. That's how wide my smile is.
"Of course. I would love to go out with you ... properly."