Authors note; AH! I'm sorry about the wait. I can't believe it's almost been a week! Okay, I think this is the first half of the date. I'm not sure; I haven't written it yet. I'm sorry for anyone that hated me for the cliff hanger last chapter, but you know, 400 reviews is my goal. *Smiles widely in an attempt to get you to review* I love you all.

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Disclaiming: No characters in this story are mine unfortunately.

My Best Friend

Part Thirty-seven.

I smiled at the beauty in the mirror, put on my black ballet pumps and creaked open my door.

I don't know why, but I was quiet as I walked down the stairs. There was a sense of peace in the house and I didn't want to disturb it. I got to the bottom of the stairs and looked at the floor. I saw his black shoes and I could see how close he was. I had missed him so much; missed his hugs. Edward's hugs made everything better.

He seemed to be thinking exactly the same thing, as I saw his feet take a few cautious steps towards me before taking two larger ones and wrapping his arms around me. I giggled and wrapped my own arms around him, leaning my head on his chest. I could hear his heart beat going; like music. He took a deep breath and kissed me on the top of my head, before smoothing my hair. If he ruined it Alice would do everything except suck his blood, guaranteed.

"I missed you." He whispered in my ear.

"I missed you too." I whispered back, lifting my head to look at him. His expression was torn – a familiar expression that he had when two parts of him wanted different things. I knew the feeling.

After a long silence we broke out of our embrace, and he stared at me intensely. I felt warmth to my cheeks and resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Of course I would blush.

"You look beautiful." He told me, his voice in the same volume as earlier. I smiled slightly before looking up at him.

"You too." He looked deep into my eyes before shaking his head and offering me his arm. He seemed to search for something in my eyes, and I was desperate to know if he found what he was looking for.

"To dinner?" he asked, his voice rising from the whisper and a posh British accent covered his normal velvet voice.

"Why thank you sir." I giggled, linking my arm with his and copying the accent.

He opened the car door for me and did my seat belt for me as if I were a five year old.

"I can do my own seatbelt, you know."
"I know." He said, doing his own up. I saw by the look in his eyes and set of his jaw that he wouldn't like to elaborate that last comment, so I sat tight, knowing I will get it out of him somehow.

Not much was said on the car journey, apart from 'How have you been?' and some crude comment on the weather. Nerves of what I might find out in the next three hours gnawed at my insides. I gripped onto my seatbelt for most of the journey, needing something to hold onto to calm my shaking hands as he drove at a death-wish speed.

As he was driving, to distract my mind from the terrifying speed, I looked at him. He wore shiny black dress shoes and black straight-leg trousers. His emerald green shirt clung to his chest and I smiled mischievously at my lingering gaze. The green really made his eyes pop. Well, not literally.

He caught me staring and I blushed as he laughed at me. I didn't look away though; I was enjoying the view way too much. Plus I didn't want to look at the blurs of town fly past me. Being sick on a make-up date was on my not to do list.

I guess I could call it that. We were making up to arguing over Steve Cary, of all people. I couldn't even remember what possessed me to keep away from Edward, but I was sure it was some kind of delusion from my part. I have the worst memory at the best of times.

We arrived to a small Italian restaurant within the hour. He opened my door for me, offering me his hand as I got out. We walked in to be greeted by a guy, maybe five years older than me. He had dark hair covering half of his face, and didn't say anything but lead Edward who led me to the table.

I looked at Edward curiously; he didn't even need to speak his name, instead we stayed in complete silence until after Edward had ordered for the both of us.

I had seen in movies where the man would just order two, and whether the woman wanted it or not, she would have to suck it up. I had always thought it to be a very selfish thing to do, just assuming what she will eat. Now, as Edward looked me in the eyes, I could think nothing but how amazing that small move made me feel. The way he was just so confident in what I would like that he felt no need to consult me, and of course, he got it spot on.

We were still silent until the drinks came, me fiddling with my napkin and him looking at me. I blushed. I grabbed for my cola almost as soon as it was placed under the table, gulping it down, simply for something to do. As the cool liquid passed down my throat, a tremor passed through me and I shivered viciously, almost spilling some of the drink because my hands were shaking so much.

"Cold?" He asked. Just one word.

"No." I replied, shaking my head. It was only a few seconds later did I realise the absurdity of my question. Of course I was cold. I had just shivered so hard that my head went fuzzy for a second. He laughed at me, and I was so far away with my thought that I hadn't noticed him staring. Without a word he slipped his jacket off, got up from his chair and placed his warm tan coat on my shoulders, his hands lingering for a moment at my neck as he swept my hair out of the way. I shivered at the contact of his long, nimble fingers as they lightly traced invisible patterns on my neck, before stopping suddenly, and quicker than a flash, he was back in his seat, head down. He seemed slightly uncomfortable, so I did not stare.

That one word that he spoke was all until the food was finished. We both ate in a merely comfortable silence, and I imagined myself alone eating in an attempt to appear more relaxed and comfortable. A few times I may have looked up at him he seemed perfectly at ease.

"Would you like dessert?" He asked abruptly, taking me off guard.

"Um… will you be?" He chuckled slightly.

"Let's share something," He suggested. "They do this wonderful chocolate mousse cake…" he trailed off, signalling his hand for the server. He ordered the chocolate mousse swiftly, and once the server had left he rested his elbows on the table and looked directly at me. Again, he seemed to be searching for something.

"Bella, if I were to ask you something, would you think about it for me?"

"Depends what you are asking." He rolled his eyes.

"Never mind. Do you want to tell me why you have been ignoring me?"

"I don't even know myself." I said truthfully, looking down at the table.

"I think I know." He said, and I looked up to see if he was still looking at me. He was. "I think you like Steve." He told me, accusingly. I stared at him in horror.

"I… well… he seems… nice. Not really my type."

"Oh really? What is your type then?"

"Er… not him." He chuckled lightly. "Why did you want me to stay away from him, anyway?"

"Because."

"Not good enough."

"He is dangerous." He answered simply.

"Care to elaborate?" I egged, but the server just had to come. We both leaned back as the chocolate dessert was placed in front of us along with two forks. Neither of us picked up a fork, and I urged him on with my eyes, my brows rising slightly. He sighed before putting his elbows back on the table, and putting his head in his hands.

"He is a hormonal boy teenager that has broken twenty too many hearts."

"And you are innocent of all of those factors?" I asked slightly angry. "You are also a boy, as well as a teenager, and you certainly do have hormones, and yes, Edward Cullen, you have broken probally two times as many hearts compared to Cary." I fixed my eyes on the mousse and picked up a fork; I didn't want to look at him anymore.

"Maybe, but I didn't have sex with them."

"How do you know he has?"

"We spoke." I raised my eye brows again as I chewed on the chocolate. It was nice from what I could tell, but I was too wrapped up in our conversation that I wasn't paying much attention to the flavour.

Edward didn't touch the mousse, and I told him I was going out for some air. He insisted he would join me, but I told him to stay as I wrapped his coat around me and smiled slightly, walking out of the door into the cool night air.