A/N Um, hi! I was very much surprised by the response this story received. I've never really gotten a response like this on a story. So, here's a quick rundown about me, so you can understand my update schedule. I waitress seven days a week and usually don't get home till around 1:30 every morning. Honestly, I didn't even plan on updating tonight until I checked my email and realized I had over 100 updates from . It excited me so much I had to write something. Anyway, most updates will probably come ridiculously late and while I'll try to update every day, don't hold me to that. Saturdays will not have updates because I usually work 14 hours every Saturday.

Originally I'd only planned to make this a quick four chapter story, but please let me know if you'd like something a little more in depth.

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The rest of lunch passed swimmingly. I learned that she was twenty-two years old, only three years younger than me. Her favorite past time was reading, she despised wearing shoes, and she wanted a dog more than anything, but Charlie kept telling her no.

As I was walking her back to her house, I asked if I could see her again before I left for the day. She said, and I quote, "I'd love to see you again, Edward."

She'd love to see me again. Ha!

She even brushed her fingers against mine as we said goodbye. Ha!

She totally likes me.

I'm never washing this hand again.

I felt like a lovesick fool while I was finishing my work. The sweat dripping down my skin didn't phase me and the sun didn't seem so miserably hot as it hit my body. I didn't consider myself much of a romantic and I'd never been one for idle crushes through life. The odd date here and there led to an occasional girlfriend, but nothing ever went further than that. I wasn't ever able to commit like they'd desired and they grew bored fairly quickly after that.

But it didn't matter now. If being lonely this long was what led me to find Bella then it was worth it. Here's to hoping she was as interested in me as I was in her.

"Edward, we're done for today, son. You can head home." Charlie called and when I zoned back in I realized the sun was setting in the sky. Wow, how the day flies when there's a woman on the brain.

"Alright, thank you, sir. Back in the morning?"

"Bright and early."

I hesitated now. Bella said she wanted to see me today before I went home. But did I seek her out? Or did I wait for her on the porch? Was I supposed to ask Charlie where I could find her? Questions raced through my brain and I bounced my weight from foot to foot, running my fingers through my hair. The uncertainty was the worst part of being attracted to anyone. So much uncertainty.

Maybe I should just leave and hope to see her in the morning. I didn't want to seem stalker-y or obsessed. Even if I was a teeny-tiny bit obsessed with everything about her.

"Everything okay, Edward?" Charlie asked when he turned around and saw I hadn't gone to my truck yet.

"Um, yes, sir. I was just, uh, looking for something."

"Bella's probably in her room. Listen, here, my girl is my whole world, so don't pull any funny business. I wouldn't even be encouragin' this, but she didn't shut up about you all mornin' and I've never heard her so much as mutter a boy's name."

"Oh. Um, thank you, Charlie. I promise to be a gentleman."

"I know you will be. I gotta lot of land that makes findin' a body hard to do for the best of sheriffs. Upstairs, first door on the left. Knock." He walked away without another word and I took that as a cue to go to Bella.

I followed Charlie's directions to a closed door. My heart started to race and my palms dampened. Why was anything about Bella so anxiety-inducing in the best way? Oh, God, what if I stunk?! I'd spent the day in the sun, no deodorant could defeat that. This was a bad idea. I should just go and tell her I forgot when I see her tomorrow. But what if that made her think I thought she was forgettable? What if sh-

"Oh! Edward! You scared me!" Bella was suddenly right in front of me. In the middle of my 'will-Bella-think-I'm-a-loser' frenzy, she'd tried to leave her room and ran straight into me. Her hands clutched at my wife beater before she patted my chest and took a deep breath.

"Oh, sorry, Bella, Charlie told me you'd be up here and, well, I didn't want to go home without telling you goodbye. Sorry, this was a bad idea, I'll go."

"No! It's fine. I lost track of time in this book I was readin'. By the time I realized how late it was I was worried I'd missed you." She didn't move her hands from my chest and I hoped she couldn't feel my heart pounding.

"It's okay. I wasn't sure, but Charlie suggested I come up."

"He gossips like an old woman," Bella sighed endearingly and the blush I was becoming so enamored with colored her cheeks. I glanced her over and noticed she was barefoot. Her toes were painted a pretty sunflower yellow and her feet were wearing...jewelry?

"Um, Bella, is that a, uh, ring on your toe?" She giggled and wiggled her toes in excitement.

"Yes! Wanna know a secret about me?"

"I want to know everything about you, Bella," I admitted. Her blush darkened and she led me into her room. She pushed me onto her bed,- I fought very, very hard to control my imagination-grabbing a colorful box from her dresser. She sat next to me.

"This is my jewelry box. I don't wear necklaces or bracelets and I rarely ever wear earrings, but your feet should always be pretty. Feet are gross and hideous, so I like to keep them dressed to impress. Anklets, toe rings, and nail polishes are the best way to do that." Inside her box were dozens of tiny rings and anklets, I think she called them. Any other girl wanted to wear makeup and pretty clothes and expensive jewelry, but Bella dressed up her feet for fun. It was weird and different and so intriguing.

"I know it's weird, but it's me," Bella's cheeks were still colored red and she shrugged, ducking her head.

"It's kinda perfect. Like you. I know this is fast, but I'd love to take you to dinner. I want to get to know your quirks and anything you're willin' to tell me."

"You're really sweet, Edward. Dinner sounds great. Thanks for not laughing at my foot jewelry."

"Bella, you've got the prettiest little piggies I've ever seen. How could I laugh at such a sight?" She threw me the biggest smile and there was no way I could not smile back, just as big.

She was perfect.

I was hooked.