Edward's POV:
With Bella's hand in mine, everything feels right.
Not letting go of her hand, I use my free hand to push the see-through glass door to Prehistoric Putt Putt, open for her. She lets go of my hand and walks ahead of me.
She walks in and so do I.
Immediately, the overwhelming scent of plastic plants mixed with an overabundance of air freshener. Which smells like artificial wildflowers, seaweed mixed with an ocean breeze, and pine trees, makes its way right to me. While the loud sound of birds and prehistoric creatures are heard over the speakers, in all directions of the building. To give it the feeling we traveled back in time and are out in the wild, I guess.
The smells and noises are a bit overwhelming, there's so much going on. All of it gives me a bit of a sensory overload, making me silently panic.
Trying not to panic over my surroundings that are all superficial. I look at Bella. She's the one who keeps me grounded, not allowing me to go into panic mode over something silly. With her by my side nothing is impossible, and everything feels right.
"Bella, you look beautiful." I say, letting the door close behind me.
"Thank you." She blushes.
Before my mother and I left the house, Alice had a foray of visions that made her cry out in pain. All of her visions involved Bella being oddly dressed. Some with overalls and others in weird dresses. They were all strange, incomprehensible, and made my head hurt.
As strange as those visions were, they had me thinking – long after we left the house – that Bella would be wearing overalls when I saw her. Or a very strange dress made out of feed-sacks.
But no.
She isn't dressed in anything odd. Only a beautiful sunny yellow blouse and skirt. The color makes her shine bright like a star in the sky.
Her outfit is marvelous. Making her appear more women than girl, at least in my eyes. While my clothes literally emphasize that I'm caught somewhere between a boy and a man.
We make our way to the line and take our places at the tail end. Waiting for our turn to pay for our clubs and golf balls, we glance at one another and look away. It's hard to ignore the newness of our relationship, the magic, and the awkwardness of it. For whatever reason it seems when we are away from one another for any length of time, we become self-conscious and have to work our way back to being comfortable with each other.
Having no experience with women, dating, romance, or relationships (other than watching my family). I have no references to know if these feelings are normal for a new relationship or not. Since we both seem to be experiencing the same level of shyness, I guess it's typical.
The line moves up, only three people are in front of us now.
I glance at her again and quickly look away. It's hard to miss the fact that Bella is dressed as lovely as ever. With so much exposed skin that I wish I could touch, especially the skin on her creamy, smooth legs.
I've never touched a girl's legs before. Never even thought about it, before this moment. But now it's something I really want to do. So is kissing her all over from head to toe.
With those thoughts, my fantasies roam free in my mind. Making me have a wide variety of inappropriate thoughts that make me forget all about my surroundings.
Warmth spreads in my stomach and I feel it happening… Again. An erection begins taking place, making itself known to me.
Inwardly, I groan as the line begins to move, bringing us one step closer to paying for our night of putt putt. One step closer so we can play the game. I just hope I don't have an everlasting hard-on through our time together. That won't be much fun.
Not wanting that to become a reality while my hard-on grows to its full potential, I try to stop thinking about Bella. Which isn't easy to do but I have to. Instead of wondering how her legs and unexposed skin might feel underneath my fingertips. I begin thinking about playing baseball with my family.
It's a safer topic to occupy my mind. One that I hope calms me down and helps my pants not be as tight.
Adjusting myself – trying to make my hard-on less noticeable – I feel Bella's eyes on me. From the corner of my eye, I see a smile play on her lips as her eyes linger on the zipper of my jeans. She seems to like to look when that happens to me. I guess I understand, I like to smell her arousal when that happens to her.
"Yes?" I say, trying to play it cool and not show my embarrassment.
"Um…I like your shirt." Bella slips her hand in mine.
Our fingers interlace and she stands a little closer to me.
"Thank you." I smile. "You look absolutely lovely."
"Thanks." Bella mumbles, looking away from me.
Blush heat radiates off of her as a delicious crimson color lights up her face. She smells so good. She looks so good.
I want to kiss her and never stop.
I want to touch her...everywhere.
I would be lying if I said those were the only things I'd like to do. It's not. I have the strange urge to make her mine in every way possible.
Maybe those feelings are right or wrong. I just don't know. All I know is I'm happier with her than without.
On its own accord, my free hand reaches out to touch her cheek. My fingertips graze over her hot cheekbone, creating a burn without pain. While a different kind of pain courses through my body.
The pain I'm experiencing is deeper than the sensation of hot and cold mixing together. It's a different kind of pain from a fire within – a fire that only she can put out. Unwillingly, I think of a dozen different scenarios of how she can cease this burning.
Oddly, all of the ideas that run through my mind are from the fanfiction stories I read tonight. There are enough new ideas in my brain to keep my fantasies afloat and keep me hard all night. I probably should be ashamed of that, but I'm not. It's a thrilling feeling that makes me feel almost as alive as she makes me feel.
Not caring who sees, I close my eyes and press my lips to hers. She returns my peck as someone oohs and awes.
A second passes by and I separate my lips from her. Her deep chocolate brown eyes open and meet mine, she is blushing which makes me grin.
"I just had to do that." I say, feeling very giddy.
"I'm not objecting." Bella giggles.
"Never said you were, my dear." I say in a teasing tone.
I wink. She giggles.
"Aww! I just love romance." A young squeaky female voice coos.
Bella and I both turn our heads, looking in back of us where a large family stands. There's a mom, dad, three little blond boys, and a redheaded girl, standing behind us. The little girl is smiling at us, the father chuckles, and the mother picks up the youngest of the children, a whiny toddler.
The little girl makes intense eye contact with the most beautiful girl in the world. The one who's holding my hand and will forever be the keeper of my heart. Bella politely says hi to the small child who greets her back in a polite manner.
"Is he your boyfriend?" The redhead girl asks Bella while she points at me.
"Yes?" Bella says this like a question.
"Is that a question?" I wonder, rubbing Bella's hand. "You don't sound sure."
"I didn't mean to." Bella looks at me lovely. "I was just caught off guard. That's all."
I nod my head in agreement.
The little girl starts to say something, but the parents cut her off. They warn the little girl not to be so nosy. Right away I catch it in their minds that they aren't her parents, only the three boys are theirs. She's just a good friend of their oldest son, who stands beside her in a protective way. He stands closer to her as his eyes meet mine and he grins.
In a way, these kids who can't be more than eight, look like a miniature couple. It's kind of funny in a way.
The little girl smiles at Bella, her mind is on the kissing scene in The Little Mermaid. "That's very sweet." She says in an approving way.
"Thanks." Bella says.
"This is my boyfriend," The little girl grabs the boy's hand. "I'm his girlfriend and we're on a date."
"Yes. It's a date." The little blond boy agrees.
"No." The boy's parents disagree. "This is a Friday night playdate. Not a date."
The two kids begin to openly protest while the parents explain they are too young to date. Sharing an amused look and a giggle, Bella and I turn back around. Quickly the line moves, a few minutes pass and we make it to the front, it's our turn to pay for our night of putt putt. The cashier, who appears to be in his forties with a mullet and numerous facial piercings, greets us with false enthusiasm. I do the talking and he places our clubs and golf balls on the counter.
As I take out my wallet, Bella does the same. There seems to be a miscommunication in which one of us was going to treat the other.
"Don't worry, I got this, love." I say, looking at Bella and opening my wallet.
Bella shakes her head no. I raise an eyebrow in question.
"You paid for my ice cream yesterday. Not to mention my lunch for two days in a row," She reminds me. "I'll pay for tonight."
"Don't be silly," I say, and she huffs. "I asked you out. So, I'll pay. That's how it should be."
"Why?" She asks stubbornly.
"It's how I'm raised." I simply say.
"Edward, this isn't the olden days." She rolls her eyes. "Guys don't always have to pay. It's perfectly fine for girls to pay nowadays too."
"I wasn't saying that." I defend myself. "I just want to pay."
"So do I." She insists.
'Oh hell. How hard is it to fork over the money?' The annoyed thoughts of the cashier crash through my mind. "Will someone please pay already?" He asks out loud.
His annoyed tone makes Bella jump. Immediately she looks away from me to the irritated cashier. I look at him as well.
The unhappy cashier has a grumpy look on his face. His thoughts suggest he hates his job and we're making his night more miserable, somehow. His eyebrows, which are lined with colorful studs, are furrowed, his breathing is very hard and heavy. Each breath he breathes makes his pierced nostrils flare. He sort of resembles an angry bull that has black arrows coming out of his nose.
I catch his thoughts; I'm offending him by staring at all of his piercings. That's not something I can help. His face has a lot going on, there's so much to look at.
Before he can say something rude to me, like he wants to. I grin a toothy smile, showing too much of my teeth. Adrenaline spikes his blood as he shudders in fear.
It's funny to hear his inner monologue. He feels fear when he looks at me and doesn't understand why. I'm only a teenage boy, after all.
I inwardly chuckle at his thoughts. If only he really knew what I was. Chances are he wouldn't want to be so close.
"Sorry." Bella apologizes.
"Are you guys going to pay or not?" He wonders in a tone with no emotion.
"I'll pay." I say to Bella with confidence, hoping she won't protest.
"Why?" She asks like it's some big secret.
I look at her wishing I could read her mind. I try but of course I fail. What a shame though. If I was able to read her mind I could figure out why this situation is such a hardship for her.
Bella breaks through my thoughts, reminding me she is capable of paying. My only response is to roll my eyes, while people farther down the line complain we are taking too long.
"Geeze. Just let the man pay already." The little boy behind us says.
"He's not a man, he's a big boy." The little girl corrects him. "But you're right, she should give in to romance instead of fighting him." She sighs dramatically. "She needs to let him swoon her already! Can't be afraid of him using his money."
Bella and I stop talking and look back at the kids. The boy's mother quickly apologizes, saying he has no filter, and the little girl has a big personality and says whatever's on her mind. I'm not really bothered by it, and neither is Bella. It's more amusing than annoying.
Turning my attention on Bella, I try to do that dazzling thing she has accused me of. Trying to make her give into my wishes and not further arguing.
I hope it works.
Bella sighs, a dreamy sound. At the same time, a guy in the back of the line does not hide his irritation. Nor does the cashier, who is tired of Bella and I holding up the line.
"You win, Edward." Bella says with minimal stubbornness. "You may pay."
"Really?" I don't try to hide my surprise.
"Yeah." She nods her head.
"Good. Let's get on with this." The cashier says in a less than enthusiastic tone. He repeats how much money I need to give him.
At a fast human pace, I open my wallet up and try to pull out a large bill. "Try" is the key word here because my fifty-dollar bill won't come out.
It's stuck.
People grumble and the cashier's angry thoughts, laced with a dream of colorful profanities, price my mind. Someone makes a childish comment about a snail being faster than me. I ignore it all.
Once more, I try to free my cash from my wallet. For some reason it won't budge.
This is strange.
"Edward?" Bella says my name as a question.
"My money's stuck," I state the obvious, pulling lightly on it.
"I see." Bella sighs. "Want me to–"
"Almost… Got it…" I cut her off.
Simultaneously the four kids in back of us whine that this is taking forever. While my money comes free and a small square packet – which seemed to be attached to my cash – flies through the air. Whatever it is hits the cashier in the face, getting caught on his nose ring, and making onlookers laugh.
Seeing the item that was stuck in my wallet… a condom. My eyes widened.
I didn't put that there. I didn't pack protection for my date. But I have a feeling who did. My brother who's a skilled pickpocket and is eager for me to become a man.
"Emmett." I growl under my breath.
No one hears my growl over the adolescent laughter from the middle of the line. Someone shouts, 'don't be a loner, cover your boner', bringing more attention to this already unnecessary situation.
I groan, Bella blushes, and the cashier slowly separates the foil packet from his nose ring. Judging by his thoughts, he already has an idea what his nose ring caught. But he looks at it anyway.
"Seems like someone's hoping to get lucky." His words are sarcastic as he hands the packet to me.
His comment earns more laughter from people in line.
Wordless, I take it and give him my cash. He hands me my change, ending this odd exchange.
I grab our clubs and golf balls that are on the counter and turn to Bella. Blushing, she hurries away from the cashier, away from everyone in line, and away from me. In her haste, she stumbles down the three small steps that lead to the golf course.
I stand in place, staring after her.
She stumbles again and I'm left wondering if she's mad at me.
"Better go after her before she hurts herself. Then you won't get to use the rubber." The cashier says to me. 'She seems to be so clumsy. Don't want a lawsuit on our hands if she falls and breaks her neck.'
I don't respond.
I go after her, ignoring the odd looks, laughter, and jeers as I walk by the long line. My mind is on Bella and nothing else.
She's acting mad and maybe she is. After all, I had a condom in my wallet, condoms are for sex. So, she probably thinks that's my intention after our date. It's not. But will she believe me if I tell the truth?
I don't know.
"Bella, wait." I call out as she walks in the direction of the 18th hole, instead of the first.
"What?" Her tone is irritated.
"Please don't be mad." I plead, still walking after her.
It's annoying to have to walk at a slow human pace. But I must blend in.
"I'm not mad at you." She says, sounding like she means it.
Her words leave me confused. She keeps walking, where she's going? I don't know.
"Then why are you walking away from me?"
"Because –" She begins to say. But doesn't finish because she trips over her own feet, tumbles, and awkwardly lands in front of a happy dinosaur statue.
Immediately, I'm at her side.
The position she landed in resembles a tossed rag doll. Her arms look knotted up and her legs are spread every which way. My eyes drift from her exposed legs, up to her skirt. It's up in a less than tactful way, revealing her matching shorts. My eyes linger there a little too long.
I'm not sure but I think I see her panties.
Warmth begins to spread in my stomach. I begin to feel another hard-on coming on as I try to catch another glimpse. Though I try not to make it obvious that I'm looking somewhere I shouldn't.
Placing our golfing items on the artificial grass. I kneel beside her.
"Baby doll," I affectionately call her by her nickname I've given to her. "Are you hurt?"
"No." She says, unraveling her limbs and sitting up in a more normal position. "And I'm not mad. I was embarrassed."
"Understandable. I was too." I admit. "Emmett must have put that in my wallet because I didn't. You believe me, right?"
"Yes." She looks at me with total honesty and trust.
Her deep chocolate eyes pull me in. I'm lost in the love she has for me.
Not wanting anyone to see her with her skirt up, I cautiously pull it down. On its own violation my helpful hand rests gently on her knee with my fingers on her thigh. She looks at my hand on her leg but doesn't say anything.
"Your leg is so smooth." I blurt out.
My words are true and make her blush.
"Yeah… I… Umm…. Shaved." She stammers, pressing her forehead against my shoulder.
Her words go straight to my brain. Now I want to know what else she shaves. What other parts of her body are as smooth as silk? But how inappropriate would it be to ask if she shaves between her legs?
Very inappropriate.
Pushing that thought out of my mind as I pick up the items beside me, I stand on my feet. Rapidly adjusting my hard-on, though she has already noticed it. I look at her.
"Shall we go play mini golf?" I offer her my hand.
"Sure." She places her hand in mine. I gently pull her to her feet.
Holding hands, we walk in the direction we need to be. To the first hole where our game will begin.
All the while I try to will my hard-on to go down. Why does being a teenage vampire have to be so awkward? There's never any telling what will make me aroused.
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