"Bella? She's not at home."
"Oh, she isn't?" Edward smiled, "Don't worry. I will wait for her in her room."
"No." Charlie Swan screamed, almost. "No need to go to her room. I thought you had a television at your home?" He asked thirteen year old Edward Cullen.
"Of course I have." Edward replied calmly because, to irritate Charlie Swan was his favorite hobby. "But I love watching matches with Bella. "
"I think you should leave. Bella will be late, I guess." He said.
"No problem, Charlie. I will watch the match with you till Bella returns. I don't mind." He smiled shamelessly.
"I heard you asked Renee out when you both were thirteen?" he asked as he took a sip of coca cola.
"Why would you want to know that?" Charlie glared at him.
"No, it's just… you know, I'm also thirteen, so… I was just wondering… How did you know that she was the one?" Edward asked. "I mean, I like Bel… But I… Oh God… What am I talking about?" he said, trying to stifle his laughter.
"Edward… Oh you're here.. .Sorry, I'm late… Oh, I missed the beginning of the match. C'mon Edward, let's go to my room…" Bella rushed to them and grabbed his hand.
"No…. I mean…" Charlie said, "Bella… Why don't you watch the match with me?"
"No, dad. Bye… See you later… Come Edward…" she said.
"Okay…" Edward pulled her close to him and put his hand over her shoulder, "I think your dad is gonna have nightmares today." He whispered in her ears.
