Bring On The Outtakes Chapter 1: A Day In Seattle, a twilight fanfic

Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight. I own Priestward and PottymouthBella.

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This story is rated M for a reason. Violence, swearing, religion being made fun of and criticized. And lemons at the right time.

These outtakes leans heavily on my BETA Parama. She doesn't just make sure my grammar is bearable, she also helps me put my thoughts into order, has great suggestions and is always supportive even when giving constructive criticism. She's my BETA and my friend!

OUTTAKE: A DAY IN SEATTLE

"Did you know honey is a natural antiseptic?"

Edward chuckled as I fired trivia at him. "I heard that one before. But I never knew about the two top selling spices in the world."

"Pepper and mustard," I repeated as we strolled through Pike Place Market. Edward laughed. "Hey, don't mock me! I happen to know this stuff."

"Sure sure, Bella." He grinned. "We all have our flaws."

I rolled my eyes and gave Edward a friendly shove. "Hush, choirboy. Don't make me bring up your flaws."

Edward frowned. "Let me guess; it has to do with my faith."

"Well duh," I teased. "But I was thinking about your problem with spinach. Oh, and the fact you can't cook." I started to sum up before Edward pressed his hands against his ears.

"Lalala, I can't hear you," he teased until he removed his hands and softly nudged me to a standstill in front of Beecher's Handmade Cheese.

"Speaking of my ability to cook…"

"You mean your lack thereof," I interrupted, before Edward silenced me by dragging me in. A bell chimed as the door opened.

"They have perfect cheese to make pasta with here," he said.

I rolled my eyes. Edward may be smart but he was fucking uneducated when it came to food.

"You don't make pasta with cheese, you cook pasta with pasta," I countered with a smirk.

"Well, excuse me, Ms. Smarty-pants-likes-to-cook," Edward teased. "I just meant to say, they sell cheese here. Cheese you can use to put on pasta."

The shop was bright and filled with various cheeses, crackers, dipping sauces, gift baskets, books; you name it. The space was filled with rich aromas, all mouth watering and definitely heightening your fucking senses. It was impossible not to close your eyes and sniff, and there were so many different scents to taste on your tongue. I sighed contently.

"Mmm."

"See," Edward said. "I told you they have perfect cheese."

"No need to be smug," I warned him with a smile.

A kind shop lady with grey hair and large glasses pointed out to us that we could sample whatever we liked and Edward happily obliged by taking a piece of four year aged Flagship, which brittled in his hands as he held it. He sheepishly offered me a piece, which I accepted by opening my mouth.

Okay, so maybe I shouldn't have done that and I noticed Edward's hesitation as he looked at me, but then he shrugged and placed the tiny piece of cheese on my tongue.

It tasted fucking amazing.

"Good, right?" Edward smiled as he picked up another piece of cheese and held it out to me. Not wanting to make things awkward by making him feed me again, I took the little cube and put it in my mouth.

This one tasted more like regular cheese, clearly not ripened like the other one. Still fucking great though.

"Also good," I smiled

Edward walked around and sampled a few more cheeses until he asked the shop lady what the best cheese was to make mac & cheese with.

He flashed me a smug smile and winked as he listened to the lady's answer.

"Well, dear, we have our very own 'World's Best Mac and Cheese' dish and it's made with one year old Flagship and our Just Jack cheese. Both have a rich taste and melt easily."

"You hear that, Bella. Sounds perfect, doesn't it? We'll take a pound of both," Edward said.

He turned and grinned at me. "Looks like you'll be making me World's Best Mac and Cheese sometime this week."

The wide smile on his face made it impossible to refuse him.

Somewhere between Beechers and our next stop, Bolles Organic Raspberry Farm, where Edward tricked me into making him blueberry muffins after telling me over and over they were his favorite breakfast treat, I realized Edward must have some weird fetish when it came to food. For someone who didn't have one edible thing in his fridge, he seemed to enjoy food quite a lot and having scored a few 'dinner dates' – minus the date part – in a few short hours, it made me wonder if Edward missed having someone cook for him. It was a form of taking care of someone and apparently Edward fucking yearned for that.

I found myself obliging and fulfilling that role with ease and actual happiness. I couldn't pay him in any way but…well…a way I should never try and pay him in, but I could cook for Edward and take care of him that way.

"First mac and cheese, now muffins?" I asked as Edward paid the cashier. "It seems you're in desperate need of someone cooking you a proper meal."

Edward took our bags and led the way out.

"I told you before; my mother will never win the 'Best Chef' award. Sure, she is a decent cook but after tasting your food, I have my preferences," he countered.

We went into an antique bookstore where Edward and I both started browsing through the large stacked collection. After a while I wandered off to the cooking section where I found a cookbook with old fashioned American recipes like Pan-Fried Porterhouse with mushrooms and all American apple pie. Engrossed in the pictures and the large variety of recipes I didn't notice that someone was standing beside me until I turned and found an amused Edward staring at me as he leaned against one of the storage shelves. His lips were curled into the most alluring fucking smile. His jade eyes bored into mine and it almost made me drop the recipe book.

All throughout the day there were moments where I would catch Edward looking at me like this. Fucking staring at me like I was something to eat. With any other person I would have told them to fuck off but Edward's glances were different. They reminded me of the way he had looked at me at the carnival right before Kate had interrupted.

Like he wanted to kiss me.

No, shut up Bella. Don't think it, don't do it.

But Edward looked like he wouldn't mind. And I hadn't forgotten about his…'excitement' before. Feeling my cheeks flush in betrayal, I averted my eyes to read the cover of the book he was cradling against his chest.

"The Book of Inspirational Interiors?" I read aloud before I looked at Edward again. "Are you finally going to turn your apartment into a home, instead of something that rivals the sterility of a hospital?" I smirked, trying to appear casual and light.

It took away some of the tension in the air between us because Edward broke his stare and looked at the book he was holding before turning his gaze back to me. "Rivaling the sterility of a hospital? You don't like my apartment?"

He seemed genuinely surprised.

"Edward, it's white. And grey. And black. It's pristine and clean but it has no personality."

Hi face fell. "I see. Here I thought those were matching colors."

"Well," I quickly added to cheer him up, "you're also a guy and guys don't have an eye for decoration."

"Nice save," Edward murmured. "This book is for my mother. She's not a guy," he added teasingly.

"Your mom?" I asked curious. "She likes this stuff?"

"Yes, she studied interior design at the Art Institute in Seattle."

"But she's not designing right now, is she?"

"No, she's a curator at the Seattle Art Museum part time, dividing the rest of her time between volunteering at the hospital and the community center."

"She volunteers at the hospital?" I asked in surprise.

"Yes, she reads stories to children at the cancer ward twice a week and she helps organizing benefit galas and such," Edward explained. "It's pretty amazing how upbeat she acts with these kids. Some of them are very ill but she always knows how to make them smile."

Of course, Esme Cullen was truly a saint.

"Anyway she has a large collection of books on interior design. It's definitely one of her passions."

Who knew this woman had interests that were about herself and not playing the perfect wife. I bit my lips, wanting to say something snarky. Someone who loved interior design was creative, resourceful and passionate. Three words I bet Doctor Deacon had never heard of.

"Well, I'm sure she'll love that book then."

"I hope so," Edward said. "I see you're going to cook me even more," he chuckled as he pointed at the book I was carrying.

"I was just browsing. I can't actually buy this." I said, walking back to the shelf to put the book back.

"I can. And before you protest, I am simply investing in myself. Without you I would be malnourished." He winked.

I rolled my eyes but handed Edward the recipe book anyway.

We ate lunch at Elliot's Oyster House; a restaurant that had a wonderful view over Elliot Bay.

"I love salmon," Edward sighed contently as he took a bite of his grilled salmon.

I dug into my sashimi grade yellow fin tuna tossed with sesame-soy marinade and served with crispy fried wonton chips on the side. Much better than salmon.

"That's one thing I'll never cook you. I hate salmon," I declared, making a disgusted face. "It's so overrated."

This caused Edward to drop his fork in mock shock.

"You hate salmon? That's impossible," he teased. "How can I rely on your skills as a cook if you don't like salmon? It's culinary blasphemy."

"Go ahead, mock me. I just don't like the taste of it."

"You don't know what you're missing." Edward chuckled, as he speared a piece of salmon onto his fork and waved it in front of me. "This is so good."

"Shut up, Edward."

*EPOV*

Bella hated salmon. Bella loved cheese. Bella was smart and sassy and…Bella. When she had opened her mouth and invited me to put the piece of cheese in, I had to swallow away a certain discomfort and surprise that'd instantly washed over me. Not because I found it strange. The opposite. It seemed a little too natural to be…flirty? with Bella.

Her genuine interest in cooking did not surprise me. She had a real eye for it and there was something natural about the way she approached food. I wondered if maybe she could go to some kind of culinary school and find a job as a chef someday.

After lunch I took Bella to the Space Needle because she had never been there. I bought us tickets and guided Bella to the elevator that would take us to the observation deck.

The last time I had been up there was the summer right after my thirteenth birthday. A few months before the accident that took my best friend away forever.

Jacob's father Billy had taken us because at the time he had worked at the Space Needle as a security guard. Unfortunately, not too long after Jacob died, Billy had started drinking and one night he had been drunk and crashed his car. The accident had left him paralyzed and he had lost his job. In the short period of a few months Billy had lost most of his life and its entire meaning.

I shuddered, thinking about the immense tragedy he had suffered. I hadn't seen him in years because he had moved away but from what I had heard, he wasn't doing too well. I wondered if it was a good idea to visit him at some point. The man had been like a second father to me once. I owed him more than avoidance out of fear and pity.

"Are you cold?" Bella wondered, quirking an eyebrow at me. "You look uncomfortable. You're not afraid of heights are you?" she asked as the doors of the elevator closed.

"No, it's not that."

The elevator started going up and Bella gave me one more curious glance before she turned to look out the glass window of the elevator.

"Wow," she whispered as the buildings beneath and surrounding the Needle got smaller and smaller.

In little over forty seconds we were at the top and walked onto the observation deck on the west side. From that side there was an incredible view on the Olympic Mountain Range.

"Amazing, isn't it?" I murmured as Bella leaned against the guard rail, taking it all in.

She didn't say a word and simply stood there. The wind ruffled her long, silky brown locks, making the strands dance around her face. Her skin was a little flushed and her eyes were burning with wonder.

The sun shone bright, creating another halo around Bella. One I'd seen before.

Bella. The fallen angel.

Was she my fallen angel?

After a few minutes Bella turned and gestured for us to walk to the north side, where we could see Lake Washington and Lake Union.

"Do you want to tell me what's bothering you?" Bella asked as she glanced at the lakes before focusing her attention on me.

"Nothing is wrong," I said. "Are you having a good time?"

Bella rolled her eyes and wagged her finger playfully. "Nuh-uh, don't shift the attention to me. You were looking sad before; when we were getting on the elevator. What was that about?"

Her eyes were boring into mine, demanding the truth. I didn't want to lie to her – I was certain I wouldn't even be able to lie to Bella – but we had agreed to spend this day in a positive atmosphere and I didn't want to kill the mood.

But Bella had other ideas.

"Edward," Bella pushed. "Tell me."

"The last time I was here, I was with Jacob and his father. I was just thinking about how much Billy – that's Jacob father's name – lost. You see, he got into an accident a few months after Jacob died and ended up paralyzed. He lost his son and his mobility; his basic freedom."

Bella let out a deep breath. "That's horrible."

I nodded. It was. "I was just remembering that earlier. When we were up here, Jacob and I were fooling around and Billy pointed out all these sights and we thought it was so cool," I trailed off.

Bella's warm eyes were filled with sympathy. "I'm sorry. Look, I don't want you to feel bad up here, so do you want to leave?"

I smiled. Bella was far more selfless than she gave herself credit for. I knew that she believed she was less sociable and empathic than the average person because of her lifestyle but I had seen the opposite more than once. She cared deeply for Angela and I believed she cared for me too in a way because it showed in her actions. She had been kind to my family with the way she had supported Rosalie at the hospital. And while my father had been less than pleasant and given her a hard time during their first meeting, Bella had remained poised and told him politely but firmly that she was there for me and that no nerves would hold her back. I remembered her exact words to him.

While I may feel hugely uncomfortable because you are all new to me, knowing this matters to him makes it worth it.

Even now, after everything that had happened between us and how I had let her down, she was still considering my feelings.

"No, we're staying. Come on, I want to show you the Cascades."

The east side of the Needle gave a great view on the Cascades. Bella and I lounged against the guard rail as we looked at the mountains and the Lego sized buildings beneath us.

"It's weird, looking down like this. Everything seems small and insignificant," Bella mused. "It's strange to think people are going through the motions of their lives down there."

"Time does seem to stand still up here," I agreed.

"Can I ask you something?" Bella asked as we walked towards the south side, which harbored the view on Mount Rainier, downtown Seattle and the waterfront; where we had lunch earlier.

"Anything."

"Do you think about him a lot? Jacob, I mean."

I took a deep breath because Jacob was a touchy subject and it still felt like it was too heavy and inappropriate to divulge today.

"Sometimes. I used to think about him a lot. But I suppose memories fade eventually."

"Until you're reminded again," Bella spoke sadly.

"Yes," I agreed, knowing she wasn't just talking about me but also about the memories that haunted her. "Until you're reminded again."

"Anyway, today is all about good vibes," I smiled. "Did you know Emmett chipped two teeth when he tried to impress Rosalie during a family picnic at Mount Rainier National Park one time," I chuckled as I pointed at the mountain range in the distance.

"What?" Bella wondered curiously. "Was it about food?"

I laughed because Emmett often got in trouble because of food. "No, though I have plenty of funny stories about Emmett and food. No, we were having a picnic with the Hales – Rosalie's family - and Emmett tried to impress Rosalie by climbing up this hill and boasting he could jump off the steep end like a vampire that could fly."

"Emmett thought he was a vampire?" Bella guffawed. "Why am I not surprised?"

"He watches way too many movies. This must have been his 'Blade' phase. He was sixteen and he had met Rosalie in school a few months prior after she had moved to Seattle. Our parents had befriended the Hales and Emmett developed a rapid crush on Rosalie. During that picnic, he thought he could demonstrate that."

"Ah, and he believed that pretending to be a vampire was the way to her heart." Bella grinned. "I bet he got fangs as replacements for the teeth he chipped."

I rolled my eyes, thinking of how Emmett had indeed requested that our family dentist make his new teeth look 'flash and awesome'.

"Something like that."

We spent a few more minutes talking and laughing about my brother's ways to impress Rosalie and walked around a bit. Bella halted at the south-west side of the Needle; it looked over Puget Sound.

"Water makes everything so endless, doesn't it?" Bella said. Something about being up here made her very perceptive and introspective. "It flows on and on."

"Water is one of the most basic and powerful things in our existence. It can nurture and destroy us. We can't live without it," I mused. The sky was starting to get darker; it was getting close to twilight. The sun had gone and it was cooler than before, especially at this altitude. I had caught Bella shivering a few times, but stubborn as she was, she had refused my jacket.

"We have to go soon, don't we?" Bella sighed as she stared up at the sky. "It's getting dark."

I nodded. "It's also getting cold."

Bella looked sad, her shoulders slumping a bit as she turned to walk back towards the elevators that would take us back to the real world. The motions of daily life.

But then she turned suddenly and walked back to the guard rail. I followed and stood beside her as she took one last look at the mountains and the water.

"Edward?"

"Yes, Bella?"

"Will you promise me something?"

"What?"

"Promise me that you'll remember this day. No matter what happens between us, no matter how messy things get, you'll remember? Today can't become a fading memory."

That was an easy promise to make.

"I will never forget. I promise."

A/N: There you have it: Bella and Edward's day out.

References:

Beechers Handmade Cheese (located at Pike Place Market) and their products: http:/www(dot)beechershandmadecheese(dot)com/

Bolles Organic Raspberry Farm (located at Pike Place Market)

Pike Place Market: http:/www(dot)pikeplacemarket(dot)org/

Elliot's Oyster House: http:/www(dot)elliottsoysterhouse(dot)com/

Space Needle: http:/www(dot)spaceneedle(dot)com/

All references are 100% real.

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