Tired! Tired! Tired! That is what I am. Everyone watch the superbowl? I only watch it for the commercials. Now, I'll update for the first time in February! The month of loooove and since this is a love story, it works ha-ha. Anyways, enjoy.

Chapter Seven – Dates with Boys

I dialed his number nervously; my fingers shaking. It only rang two times before he answered.

"Hello?" His voice sounded so silky.

"Uh, hi," I was blushing for some reason, "it's Bella."

"Bella!" He said excitedly, "I'm so glad you called, did you get my flowers?"

"Yeah, I just got them. They were so pretty."

He chuckled, "I picked them out, I thought they looked pretty too."

I bit my lip, not know what to say. It was an awkward silence.

"So, uh, what are you up too today?" He asked after a moment.

"I just went out to breakfast with Alice, and not really doing anything after that," I said, "How about you?"

"Just hanging out at home. Probably go to my mom's house and steal some food."

I snorted, "You can't cook?" I asked.

"Hell no, I burn water. Luckily, I have my mother who is an amazing cook. I'm always going over there and eating."

I chuckled again, "Least she's nice enough to cook for you."

"Ha, does your mom cook?"

"She used too, my mom passed away when I was in high school."

"Oh, I'm sorry," he paused a moment, "crap, I'm sorry. I hope I didn't ruin this conversation."

"No, no, you're fine," I said, "It was several years ago, I've worked through it."

"Good, well, not good, I mean," I heard him sigh, "Okay, my foot's officially in my mouth."

I laughed, "It's okay, I'm not worried about it."

He cleared his throat, "So, I uh, I wanted to ask if you would like to go out on a date with me?"

I swallowed nervously, "Um, I-I don't—,"

"Oh, it's okay, you don't have to say yes. We just met," He said, sounding very disappointed, "I understand."

I bite my lip, "I-I really want to go out with you… it's just-just,"

"You're afraid?" He said.

"Yeah," I sighed.

"Did I do something wrong last night?" He asked.

"No!" I said loudly, "No, you didn't do anything wrong last night."

"Okay, good. I just wanted to make sure I didn't cross any lines or anything."

"No, you didn't. Last night was amazing. I just…have a hard time…" I sighed, "It's just really hard for me."

"Hmm," He said lightly, "How about you decide everything? Let's go somewhere you're comfortable. You pick! Anywhere you want to go!"

I swallowed, "I don't know if this really counts as a first date thought…"

"I don't care, anywhere you want to go!" He said excitedly.

I smiled, "What about Miller's Bookstore?" I said.

"Bookstore?" He said; I cringed, waiting for him to criticize my choice, "Hell yes! We'll get our reading on."

A laugh escaped my lips, "You're okay with going to the bookstore?"

"Absolutely. I said anywhere you want to go. Do you want me to pick you up? Or do you want to drive yourself?" He asked.

"Oh, I don't drive. I hope you don't mind." I said.

"Of course not, I'd love to pick you up. So, Saturday? Around 1:00 o'clock?" He said.

"Sounds really good." I smiled.

"Perfect! Well, I have to get going. I'll talk to you later?"

"Yeah, I'll see you on Saturday."

When I hung the phone, Alice was standing in the kitchen doorway impatiently waiting for me to tell her everything.

I blushed, "I have a date Saturday." I said.

She squealed so loudly I thought my ears were going to pop.

Saturday, 12:45 p.m.

"Just a couple more curls Bella, hold still," Alice said as she tugged my hair.

"I think I look fine Alice," I complained.

"You do look fine, but you have to look better than fine!" Alice said.

Once she was finished, she handed me the blue dress she bought me days ago. Even though I had begged her not to.

When I put it on, I stepped out of the bathroom to show her the finish product. She smiled at her handy work.

"B.E. !" She chirped, "He won't be able to resist you!"

I smoothed the front of the dress down, "Are you sure? This dress seems a little tight."

"Nonsense, you look amazing." She smiled.

I smiled back, "Thank you Alice."

"Oh, it's no problem," she waved her hand, "You are family."

"No, I mean, thank you for… well, I guess everything you do for me. I really appreciate it. I don't know where I'd be if it weren't for you."

She stood and placed her hands on my shoulders, "Bella, I know you appreciate it. If I didn't, then you wouldn't be here. Now, go look to see if he's here. It's nearly 1:00."

I looked out the apartment window, waiting for his car to pull up. Within moments, he finally arrived. My breathing suddenly became labored, my hands clammy.

"Stop, you'll be fine." Alice said, noticing my nervousness.

I nodded, "I'm going to go meet him out front."

I left the apartment and walked down the stairs to meet Edward. We met halfway on the stairs, as he was on his way to meet me at the door.

"Hi," I smiled awkwardly.

He chuckled, "I was just coming up to get you, I'm guessing you're ready?"

"I am," I smiled.

"You look very beautiful," he smiled.

"Thank you," I blushed.

He extended his arm, "Are you ready to go?"

On a Saturday night, the bookstore isn't very populated. Edward and I had the entire store to ourselves. Needless to say, I was in heaven.

At Miller's bookstore, there were couches for people to sit and enjoy their books. Both Edward and I grabbed a book and sat beside each other.

"How's your book going?" Edward asked.

"Very good," I smiled, "How about yours?"

"Informative. I'm learning very good business techniques." He said.

I smiled looking down at my book to read, but, was distracted by something else. Edward, is possibly the nicest man I have ever met. Coming to a bookstore to just read books is not an ideal first date. I don't really know anyone who goes on a social outing to a bookstore.

But, he did. And he seemed to be having a good time. I noticed he occasionally looked over at me and smiled. I did the same to him. I enjoyed his company.

"Would you like to go get coffee? Once we're done reading our books?" He asked.

I nodded, "I'm done now, if you'd like to go."

He closed his book and smiled, "Yeah, let's go. There's a coffee shop just a couple minutes away. Do you want to walk?"

"Sure." I smiled.

We left the bookstore and walked to the coffee shop. The entire time, my hand kept twitching, wanting to hold his, but, didn't have the nerve to just grab it.

Once we got our coffee, and my hot chocolate, we sat at a table in the corner where it wasn't so crowded.

"So, where did you grow up?" He asked me.

I took a sip of my hot chocolate, "I was born and raised in a small town called Forks."

He nodded, "I've never heard of it. I was born here. My entire family is here."

"How big is your family?"

"Well, there's my mom and dad. I have a half-sister, Rosalie, who's married, to a guy named Emmett and we're all very close. Then there's Jasper, he's been my best friend since we were in elementary school, and basically around for everything. He doesn't have much family."

"Wow, that sounds nice."

"So, I know your mom passed away, but, what about your dad? Is he still around?"

"I never met my dad. It was always just my mom and me."

He nodded, "Ah, I see. When did you move here?"

"A couple years ago. When I turned eighteen and was able to leave my foster house." I said.

"Did you like your foster home?"

"It was okay. I was lucky enough to finish school in Forks. My foster parents were my mom's friends."

He nodded, "What did you do when you moved here?"

"I had a job at an art gallery. I just checked people out when they wanted to buy the art. It was a nice little job, I was able to afford a little studio apartment at the time." I said, sipping my hot chocolate.

"That sounds like a good job," He smiled, "Why didn't you try to go back?"

"I was gone for so long, they wouldn't take me back. They had already hired someone else," I said, "And I haven't been able to find another job. I don't know how to explain my year of absence or why I quit."

"I have several businesses, you know, if you really wanted a good job, I could hook you up with something." He said.

I bit my lip, "I'm not sure about that…"

"Why not?" He asked, his brows falling.

I sighed, "It's just… you've done so much for me. And, if this," I pointed between the two of us, "Doesn't work out, wouldn't it be awkward to see me at one of your businesses?"

He shook his head, "Absolutely not! If you would like a job, I have plenty for you."

I frowned, "It's a really sweet offer, but, I don't know if I want to work at a BDSM club. I'm—I'm just not there yet."

He chuckled, "I don't just own BDSM clubs, I own a pretty swanky restaurant, a part owner to a warehouse shipping company, and I'm also a landlord to a couple apartment complexes in the city. You ever heard of the Evergreen apartments? I'm the landlord."

"Wow, you own a lot," I said, "How do you own so much? Why do you own so much?"

"Well, the warehouse I went in on with Emmett, it's his business, I'm just more of a silent owner. To help him out. When I was little, and my grandpa was still around he always said to buy property and be a business owner. My dad owns a couple properties, Rosalie does, basically everyone in my family owns property. It's kinda like tradition. But, when I bought my first business, I had a knack for it, plus I loved it."

I smiled, "That sounds really nice. It sounds like you're very passionate about business stuff."

We had stayed in the coffee shop talking about everything. And I mean everything. We were sad when the manager of the coffeeshop asked us to leave because it was closing. We walked back to his car slowly and walked up to my apartment even slower. We stood by the door, not yet ready to say goodbye.

"So, I had a really nice time." I smiled.

He smiled widely, "Really?" He chuckled nervously, "If I asked you on a second date… you'd say…?"

"I'd say yes." I said quickly.

His smile widened. He leaned down and kissed my forehead, "I'll see you on our second date."

Uh, I know I'm writing the story, but, I'm swooning over sweet Edward. Anyone else swooning? Let me know in your reviews!