Who's ready for date night?

I mean so far so good for these two, right? So, what could go wrong?

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BPOV

When I get home, I shower and then change into a floral sundress that shows off my figure. I only have time to dry my hair halfway, so I side-braid it into a ponytail. I scrutinize my reflection one last time and decide I pass for acceptable.

I'm somehow ready a few minutes early, so I camp out by the front door, counting down the minutes until Edward arrives.

"Alright, you're gonna wear a hole into the floorboards. What's going on?" My father, Charlie, asks, surprising me. I hadn't noticed him eyeing me from his spot at the kitchen table.

"I've got a date," I announce, biting my lip.

"With who?" His eyes narrow in suspicion.

"Do you remember Edward Cullen?"

"Edward Cullen? Bels, really? Come on. Those damn Cullen boys are a headache and a half!"

"Dad, we're not teenagers anymore!"

"Wasn't he the one that vandalized school property a few years back?"

"Oh my God, it was a senior prank!" And one of the best in Forks High history. The guys that painted every inch of the teacher's lounge bubble gum pink were legendary.

"I don't call hundreds of dollars worth of damage a prank."

"If I remember correctly, they used their own money to remodel the lounge that summer."

"Doesn't matter. It's the principle of the thing," he grumbles. "You know what? I think my rifle needs a good cleaning." His mustache twitches as he stands to fetch his gun from upstairs. I decide to wait on the porch. Edward doesn't need to deal with this much crazy.

I hightail it down the steps as soon as Edward's Volvo comes into view. He's reaching for his door handle when I fling open the passenger door and jump in.

"Uh, I would have opened the door for you," he says with the most adorably confused expression.

"Aww, that's so sweet! Now, drive!" I glance back to where Charlie is standing in the doorway, chuckling.

"You look nice." Edward grins, oblivious to the threat to his livelihood.

"Thanks, so do you." He's got on jeans and a button-down, with the sleeves rolled up. His forearms flex as he grips the steering wheel, and I'm two steps away from molesting him before we make it to dinner.

"Um, if you want to pick some music, you can," he says, handing over his phone and unlocking it. I choose a basic top forty playlist from a streaming app so that we've got some background noise.

"Do you mind if we stop to get gas before we get on the freeway?" He asks.

"Fine with me. I mean, how else are we going to get there?"

Edward chuckles and throws me that lopsided grin I fawned over as a teenager. I melt a little inside and realize I still fawn over his boyish charm.

"So, I heard you're at UDub?" He asks.

"Yep. One more year, and I'm done."

"Me too, but you know, in Arizona."

"Yeah, you're going to be a doctor. That's crazy!" I'm about to ask how he likes med school when his Volvo starts to idle.

"Shit."

"Everything okay?" I look at the dash like I know anything about cars.

"I, uh, think I'm out of gas," he says as his engine sputters and dies. He's gripping the wheel and staring at the low fuel gauge in disbelief. "Bella, I am so sorry. I was going to stop after work, but I didn't want to be late picking you up. I thought I had enough…."

"It's fine. My Dad has extra gas stored in his garage. I can call and ask him to bring it to us?" I offer, pulling out my phone.

"What? No!" Edward says, tugging a hand through his hair. "You can't call your dad! How will it look if I can't even get you down the street safely!"

"He won't care." I'm lying. I'm sure Charlie would love the opportunity to rip into Edward. You know, pink teachers' lounges and all.

"Look, I can see the gas station from here." He's pointing to the illuminated BP sign a quarter mile away. "Give me ten minutes."

"If you're sure." I shrug.

"I'll be right back," he says, throwing his keys toward me.

I lock the doors as he runs off into the night. Okay, maybe I'm being a little dramatic, although he is running down the street. Unlocking my phone, I decide to update Rose on the evening's turn of events.

I get a Hell yes, bitch! You better hit that! Before she disappears, and I know she's "hitting that" with Emmett. I'm a little grossed out that she's texting me while she's all up on him.

It doesn't take long before I see Edward jogging back toward me with a canister full of gas. I don't know why he's insisting on running. It looks super awkward as he tries to hold the canister at arm's length.

I unlock the car and open my door to ask if he needs any help. I don't know how those gas canisters work, but I assume they're complicated. He just laughs and tells me to stay in the car.

Through the driver's side mirror, I watch as he pops open the gas gauge and lifts the canister. All goes well until he pulls the nozzle back out. He misjudges the angle, and a stream of gasoline drips down the container, landing on his thigh.

I dig through his glove compartment to find a few fast food napkins and jump out to bring them to him.

"The thing was leaking," he says in defeat as I hand him the tissue.

"Will it come out?" I ask, leaning down and examining the spot. I grab one of the napkins out of his hand and start blotting the stained fabric.

"Bella, it's fine."

"No, I think I'm making progress!"

"Please, you've got to stop that!" His voice is tight as he reaches down, tugging on my arm.

"Huh?"

I look up to find him glancing around as my hand hovers near his jeans. It dawns on me that the spill is quite high up on his thigh, pretty much on his crotch. I glance back to the front of his pants to find a nice tent where his erection is straining against the denim.

"Get up!" He hisses as a mother walks by, pushing a baby in a stroller. She gives us a dirty look.

"This isn't what it looks like!" I say, waving.

"Oh my God, you're not making it better," Edward groans. The mother hustles away, shielding her child from eyesight.

"Okay, well, should we go to the gas station to finish filling up? Maybe you can wash the spot out in the bathroom?"

We climb back into the car and throw the gasoline canister in the back. The thing about Edward's car is that it's a crossover, so there isn't a separate truck. The smell of gasoline inside the car is overwhelming.

"I'll be back in a few," he says after we pull up to the gas pump. He starts the fuel gauge and heads inside to try and wash up. I crack my door open to try and relieve the smell.

We're back on the road after ten minutes. Edward's got a wet spot on his pants in a very inopportune place, so the A/C is blowing full blast toward his crotch. He set the air to come from outside to try and fight the gasoline fumes that are making me light-headed.

"You've been to Bella Italia before, right?" He asks once we're on the freeway.

"Alice, Rose, and I went there a few years ago after graduation."

"Oh, good! Do you remember what you had?"

"It was a halibut dish, I think? It was a little dried out, but the breadsticks beforehand were fantastic, I remember that."

"We'll make sure to get plenty of breadsticks then," he chuckles.

We chat as we drive toward Port Angeles. I find out Edward minored in music as an undergrad, and I beg him to play piano for me sometime. He tells me his mom thinks he's some sort of prodigy because he learned chopsticks before he was two.

People are milling about everywhere when we pull up in front of Bella Italia. I grab a bench seat out front while Edward waits in line to put our name in.

"Sorry about this. I forgot how busy they get on Saturday nights." He says, returning with a black buzzer. "They said it will be about forty minutes."

"Do you think they'd mind if we went across the street while we wait?" I ask, pointing to a couple of boutique stores across the way.

"I don't see why not?" He shrugs and holds his hand out. I let him pull me up and lead me toward one of the boutiques.

The place is marine-themed with all sorts of trinkets and nautical-inspired clothing. I pick up a particularly impressive ship in a bottle to examine it.

"Arg, matey!" Edward growls from behind me

I jump at his horrible pirate impersonation, and since I'm not particularly coordinated, I fumble with the ship. To my horror, time slows as the bottle jumps from one hand to another, tilts, flips, does a little spin, and crashes to the ground. The glass shatters as I gasp. I freeze, afraid I'll wreak havoc on the rest of the merchandise if I move.

"Oh my God, Bella! I'm so sorry!" Edward holds my shoulder, probably to ensure I don't get close to anything else.

"Excuse me, did you do this?" An older woman comes over. Suspicion laces her tone.

"I'm sorry! It was an accident. I'm kind of a klutz," I say, giving my best apologetic smile.

"You break it, you buy it," she grumbles, pointing at a sign on the wall.

"Oh." My smile falls, and I try to calculate how much babysitting money I've got sitting in my bank account.

"Bella, don't worry, I've got it. It was my fault you dropped the bottle," Edward says. I thank him profusely while we follow the woman back toward the cash register.

"That'll be one hundred and twenty dollars."

"What!" Edward cries out while I balk at the price.

"Edward, why don't we split the cost? I'm the one that dropped it!"

"No, I told you I'd get it." He swallows hard, pulling out his wallet.

"Cash or credit?" I glare at the crotchety sea witch as Edward hands over his card. I'm going to owe him another blow job after this.

"Why don't we head back to the restaurant and wait?" I suggest as we step back outside.

"I think that's for the best." He nods and guides me across the street.

A family has taken our bench, so we lean against the side railing, waiting for our buzzer to go off. Now that the sun has gone down, there's a chill in the air. I shiver, inching closer to Edward, who is giving off a ton of body heat- probably because he's so freaking sex-God hot.

"Cold?" He grins and puts an arm around me. I inhale, hoping to pick up on his cologne. I've forgotten about the gas station debacle and get a nose full of gasoline fumes.

I try to cover my resulting cough with a " just choked" excuse.

He pats my back as our buzzer finally goes off. We walk over to the hostess stand, and Edward gives his name. The girl is making all sorts of eyes at him, and I want to rip her fake blonde hair off her head. Instead, I walk in front of him and swing my hips. I hear him chuckle, and I'm not sure my display has the intended effect.

"Your server will be right with you," Bleached-blond says as we slip into the booth. I grab my menu from her and glare. Lucky for her, she gets the message and scrambles off.

"Huh, looks like they've changed the menu since the last time I was here," Edward says, perusing his options.

"Ooo, this looks good." I point to the mushroom ravioli listed under the pasta entrees.

"I think I'm going to go with the lasagna." He grins and drops his menu back to the table. "And breadsticks."

"Can't forget the breadsticks." I grin back.

"Hey, do you remember when you and Alice tried to make your own bread?" He laughs.

"Oh my God, yes! We didn't measure the yeast right, so it exploded all over the oven!"

"Didn't you guys pour butter all over it too?"

"Yeah, it was monkey bread. That's why the drippings caught fire on the bottom of the oven. But I think the use of the fire extinguisher was overkill."

"I was sixteen, and my parents left me in charge! I was terrified you two were going to burn the house down!"

"The expression on your face was priceless." I mimic the panicked look he gave us when he found us trying to put out the burning dough with dish clothes.

"Alice was holding a burning rag! You have no idea how difficult it was to explain to our mother what happened to her dish towels." We're both cry-laughing by the time our waiter wanders over. He's eyeing us like we've lost our minds.

"Uh, are you two ready to order?" The poor guy must wish we were seated anywhere but his section.

Edward pulls it together first and asks to start with the breadsticks.

"Oh, sorry. We're out of the breadsticks."

"How can you be out of breadsticks?"

"Supply chain issues." The waiter shrugs.

"Bella, is there a different appetizer you'd like?" Edward asks, frowning at the menu.

"No, that's fine. We can just order our entrees," I say, bummed. I was looking forward to the doughy goodness of their breadsticks the whole drive over.

We place our orders and go back to reminiscing about the good old days. Edward remembers more of our shenanigans than I thought he would. Including the one Halloween he and his best friend, Jasper, tried to convince us the Cullen house was haunted. I couldn't sleep over at Alice's for months in fear of encountering the spirits from the Native American burial ground he claimed was in their backyard.

Our conversation flows easily until our waiter re-appears with our dishes. Even then, we continue to ask each other questions between bites.

Halfway through my mushroom ravioli, my throat gets scratchy, probably because we've talked nonstop.

"How's your meal?" Edward asks, nearly done with his own.

"It's delicious!" I say before clearing my throat.

Edward stops eating and watches me take another bite. "Bella, are you feeling okay?"

"Sure." My voice cracks, and I have to clear my throat again. "Is it hot in here?" I scratch at my neck, which is itching like crazy.

"Uh, do you have any allergies?" Edward drops his fork and reaches across the table to take mine.

"Yeah, pine nuts. Why?"

"Bella, I think there may be pine nuts in your ravioli."

"Why would there be ppp-ine nuts in mussh-room ravvv-ioli." I'm slurring my speech, and the table is starting to spin.

"Crap!" Edward jumps up and flags down our waiter, who confirms, yes, there are, in fact, pine nuts in the mushroom ravioli sauce. What the fuck.

"Okay, Bella, do you carry an epi-pen?" Edward asks, kneeling in front of me.

"N-no?"

"Call nine one one," Edward says to the waiter and takes my pulse. "Bella, take a deep breath for me."

I breathe in and out the best I can, but I'm pretty loopy. My breath comes out in a whistle. That cracks me up.

"I sss-ound l-like a tttrrr-ain."

"You're wheezing." Edward is frowning, and I don't like it.

"Smile, Ed-wwward. It makes you pppp-retty."

"Oh, God."

He stands as red and blue lights flash through the restaurant's windows. Before I know it, I'm being pulled out of the booth, and Edward's carrying me in his strong arms. I want to enjoy the moment, but my oxygen level is dropping drastically.

It registers that someone is asking questions about my medical history and Edward is answering them the best he can while I try to help. Most of my responses are incoherent. Soon I'm lying on a stretcher, and a needle is jammed into my thigh.

"You should feel better in a few minutes," says a paramedic with a name tag that says "Sam."

"Ttthhh-anks SSSaam," I try to give him a high five but end up slapping his shoulder.

"No problem. She's a fun one, huh?" He asks Edward with a laugh.

Sam knows his stuff because I'm feeling better before they get me fully loaded in the ambulance. Once we start moving, I lay back and work on sucking as much air into my lungs as possible. I'm feeling less dizzy from lack of oxygen, but I'm jittery from the effects of the epi-pen.

"We'll be at the hospital in just a minute, Bella. It looks like the epinephrine worked, but still gotta get you checked out." Sam grins, and I give him the best smile I can muster.

"Where's Edward?"

"Following in his car. I think he might have an issue with the engine. The car smelled like gasoline."

"I'll let him know," I groan, beginning to feel the full effects of my allergic reaction.

I'm wheeled into the ER by Sam and his crew and transferred into a standard bed. Within minutes I'm hooked up to all sorts of machines that are beeping an obnoxious rhythm. Once the chaos settles, I get the attention of one of my nurses.

"Um, my date followed me here. Can he come in with me?" I ask.

"Is he immediate family?"

"Why would I be dating someone in my family?"

"Sorry, honey. The hospital is still under visitor restrictions, only immediate family."

I sigh as she walks off. I'm in for a long night. I decide to text Edward, then realize I have no idea where my phone is. I try to sit up and scan the room for my purse, but I don't see it anywhere.

Without a way to even get a hold of Edward to let him know he should go home, I flop back onto the bed and close my eyes. This night could not have gone worse.

A/N:

I promise these two are getting back on track in Chapter 4! This isn't an angsty story :)

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