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"Who'd have believed you'd come along? Hands, touching hands, reaching out touching me, touching you!" – Neil Diamond – "Sweet Caroline"

Chapter Five

Bella's POV

January 2018

Week One

"That was insane! Did you see the looks on those slut's faces when Edward didn't give them a rose? Dang, I've forgotten how much I've loved this part of the show!"

I can't help but laugh at Rose's harsh, but funny words. "You seem so amused at someone else's loss."

"Damn right, I'm amused! Those bitches didn't deserve to be here in the first place, and I told you that from the start, Bella! They were only looking for attention from anyone and Edward saw straight through them."

"Do you really believe that they were only here for fame, not love?" Angela, the girl who told everyone Edward was just traditional about not kissing everyone, asks.

"Don't be so surprised, sweetie. Those girls were wolves and they deserved to be kicked out as swiftly as they came."

We're interrupted by Jacob Black, the host of the show. "Ladies, I believe you are all old enough to pick who you want to room with, so you can grab your luggage from the living room and go pick any room upstairs. There are four women to a room, except one room will only have three, so choose wisely."

I look to Rose and Angela. "Who is going to be our fourth?"

Rose sneers. "Maybe we can be the lucky ones who only have to put up with each other. Why do we have to be the ones to add a fourth?"

Before I get a chance to respond, a very poised Tanya walks up to us, "We've already called the room with three in it. Looks like you three whores are just going to have to shack up with someone else."

I'm completely taken back at Tanya's words, but Rose doesn't let it faze her. "What the hell makes you think you're in charge of rooms?"

"Because I'm Edward's favorite obviously, so I'm most likely to win, ergo I get to pick where I want my friends and I to sleep first."

"Edward's favorite, huh? Is that why he only kissed Bella tonight and gave her the first impression rose?"

My eyes go wide. How did Rose know about my kiss with Edward? I haven't even had the chance to tell her. Everything was so crazy when I came back from talking to Edward that I barely had time to show her the rose and introduce myself to Angela.

Tanya scoffs and glances over at me. "Oh, please. That rose means nothing. Everyone here knows that the producers get to choose who gets the first impression rose and when they saw little Miss Trailer Park over here, they knew a sob story was going to make an awesome first impression for the show. She means nothing." The absolute hatred in her voice makes me take a step back. I can fear the tears brimming my eyes but refuse to let them fall. I can't show her that she got to me.

Did Edward really only give me the first impression rose because he was forced too? Did tonight really mean nothing to him?

"What the fuck did you just say about her?" Rose asks threateningly, giving Tanya a chance to change her statement.

Tanya looks worried for a split second but doesn't back down. "Did I stutter?"

Rose grabs Tanya by the hair and pulls her into a headlock. "Take it back," she says awfully calm for someone in the position she's in right now.

"What are you doing? You're crazy! Let go of me!" Tanya screams, getting the attention of the other girls.

"Take it back."

"Help! Somebody get her off of me!"

Before anyone else can intervene, I step in, "Rose, it's okay. Let her go."

"It's not okay. No one treats my friend like trash. Take what you said back, Tanya."

"Okay! Okay! I take it back." Rose slowly lets her out of the headlock and backs away from us, clutching her head in pain. "I'm going to make you pay for this, you psychotic bitch!"

Rose scoffs cockily. "Bring it on and stay away from Bella."

Tanya runs over to Kate and Irina who look slightly amused but help their friend up to their new three bed room.

"You didn't have to do that, Rose." She scoffs but I continue, "But thank you for doing that. No one has ever done anything like that for me before." I pull her in for a tight hug and she slowly puts her arms around me too.

"Uh, you're welcome, kid, but stop making a scene. It's just the first night. We'll have plenty time for crying and feelings for the next three months. Let's go find us a room."

I smile and nod my head. I would have never been able to stand up for myself like that, but it fills my heart seeing Rose do it.

We head into the first unoccupied bedroom that we see and make ourselves at home. A few minutes later, a young girl named Bree walks in and asks to join us. I speak up before Rose or Angela can, "Of course. The bed under Angela's is all yours." I give Rose a look telling her to give this poor girl a chance. Not everyone is like Tanya.

When everyone is in bed for the night, a thought occurs to me. I get out of my bed and stand up to see Rose in the bed above mine. "How'd you know Edward and I had kissed?" I ask quietly, even though I know she's awake.

"Tanya and her posse were watching creepily from the window, giving everyone updates after her came inside to get the first impression rose. Like little perverts, they watched as you and Edward made out."

Okay, that's totally not what I was expecting. "That's really gross."

She snorts. "You're telling me, kid."

I sigh before asking my next question, not knowing if I want to know the answer to it or not, "Do you really think Edward only gave me the first impression rose because he had to? Because I'm trailer trash?" I ask dejectedly. My tears from earlier are starting to burn my eyes again, but I stay strong, knowing I can cry myself to sleep without bothering anyone else in a few minutes

Rose sits up in her bed. "Are you seriously asking me that question right now? He was head-over-heels for you tonight, kid. All of us could tell. I know the producers get a say in the dates throughout the week and they can pick certain people to stay whether Edward wants them to or not, but they can't control who he gives out the first impression rose to."

"Promise?" the fear in my voice present. I don't want to think about tonight ever again if I find out it's all a sham.

"I promise you. Edward gave you that rose because you clearly made the best impression on him tonight. Did you forget the part where he only kissed you? The producers definitely can't tell him who he can and cannot kiss, so that was one-hundred percent him."

Her words give me a spark of hope. "Okay, maybe you're right."

"I'm always right. You'd do well to remember that," her face hardens during her next words. "Don't you ever let anyone treat you like Tanya did tonight. No one deserves that and I'm not going to let any friend of mine just sit back and take that. Do you understand?" Her voice is demanding, but caring. Something must have made quite an impression on her if she's then passionate about it.

"Okay, I get it," I reply softly, not knowing how else to respond.

"Good. Go to bed, kid. We all have a long day ahead of us tomorrow."

I nod, knowing she's right. Tomorrow is the day we find out our plans for dates for the week. I crawl into my twin sized bottom bunk and slowly drift off to sleep, luckily my tears are kept at bay.

The next morning after everyone was up, dressed and prepped for the day, the doorbell rang. Tanya ran over to it before half of us had the chance to process what it means. "The letters are here, girls!" She runs back over to the living room where everyone is waiting, and she rips open the first letter. "Bella, I hear you've never been to the Hollywood strip. That's about to change. Your tour guide will be waiting for you outside in twenty minutes, so get ready for a day full of touring one of the most iconic places in California." Tanya doesn't hold back her distaste for me while she reads the letter.

The smile that takes over my face makes me forget about Tanya. "I get the first date?" I ask Rose for confirmation.

"Go get him, kid, but keep him in tact for the rest of us for later in the week," she winks at me and I blush.

"If you two are done, I'd like to hear about the other letter," Irina spits out. Well, it looks like Tanya's hate for us has spread to Irina too, but nevertheless, Rose and I stop squealing long enough to read the second letter."

"Rosalie, Emily, Leah, Tanya, Zafrina, Senna, Jessica, Lauren, Kate, Irina, Bree, and Victoria, get your game faces ready because Thursday we'll be getting to know each other better while bowling. Nothing is better than a little friendly competition." Tanya glares at me, as if I've done something wrong, but doesn't say anything.

I look around the room and notice two girls, clearly worried. It takes me a moment, but then I realize that they're names weren't called for the group date. I tap on Rose's shoulder to get her attention. "Why didn't they get called for the group date?"

"Probably because they're the next two to get voted off. I guess they didn't make much of an impression last night to deserve getting a date."

Guilt overcomes me. What did I do to deserve a one-on-one date with Edward, when Carmen and Jane don't even get to see him outside of the rose ceremony this week?

"Unh, uh. Don't start that, Bella. You were picked for today's date for a reason. Edward likes you. Don't feel bad because he doesn't feel the same about some of the other girls," Angela says.

"But I –"

"No buts, Bella. You have five minutes to go upstairs and make sure you have everything for today and then you're going downstairs to go on this date," Rose says with such authority in her voice that I don't argue.

I go upstairs and get my purse and head back downstairs. I walk out the front door and see Edward standing with the door to the limo open. His face lights up when he sees me, and I beam at him. I walk as quickly as I dare to, to get to him.

As soon as I get close enough, he pulls me into his arms. "Did you sleep well?"

I breathe in his scent before answering. He's smells of sandalwood, cologne, and something entirely Edward. "I did. Did you?" I pull back and look into his eyes.

"As well as predicted. Are you ready for today?" I smile and nod. "Let's go then." He steps back and ushers me into the limo before crawling in behind me. He scoots right up next to me and slides one hand around my shoulders and places one hand on my knee.

I instinctively lean into him and he puts his chin on my shoulder. "So, what exactly are we going to do in Hollywood today?"

"Tourist stuff mostly. We have to make the dates as TV worthy as possible, but I'm sure we can steal a few minutes alone together. We'll hit Hollywood Boulevard first and do some shopping, then we'll have lunch somewhere of the producer's choice and then we'll do some sight-seeing, and then I get to choose where we have dinner tonight."

"It sounds like a very eventful day." He smiles and kisses my head. We talk about mindless things for about thirty minutes until we get to the strip. The driver drops us off at the beginning of the strip and we don't waste any time getting out. I whisper a small thank you to the driver before shutting the door behind me. Edward gives me a funny look before grabbing my hand.

"Come on, I have the perfect starting point." He tugs me along until we get to a large arcade. My eyes go wide when he tugs me in.

"We're going to play arcade games like we're ten years old?" I whisper, not sure if I should be as excited about this as I am.

"Uh, yeah, if that's okay with you…" he trails off. "We can go do something else if you want. I always loved arcades as a kid and I just thought this would be –"

I cut him off with a small kiss on his cheek. "This is absolutely perfect," I hope he hears the genuine happiness in my voice. He has no idea how I had wished to go to arcades and play games to have fun when I was ten years old. I meant it when I said this is perfect. I can't imagine anything better.

He beams at me and we race to the first game – Skee-ball. He puts two quarters in two machines, and we compete to see who gets the most points. I try my absolute hardest to get those stupid balls in the holes, but in the end, Edward's score absolutely murders mine. We play again, and instead of trying to better my score, I try to damage his. Every time he goes to throw the ball, I playfully hit him with my hip. After a couple times, he catches on and picks me up, much like he did last night when I was teasing him, and he walks us over to another set of games.

Our laughter doesn't stop until he puts me down. "You are a sore loser, Miss Swan," he smirks at me.

"No, I'm a strategic loser. If I'm going to lose, I want to make sure you're right there beside me, Cullen."

"Is that so?" he asks, leaning in closer to me, his intent to kiss me written all over his face.

My grin takes over my entire face. "Mhm," I whisper as his lips meet mine. It's a sweet kiss, our mouths molding softly against each other.

He pulls back all too soon and leads me to another game. We spend a couple of hours like this. Playing old arcade games like Pac-Man, Galaga, Donkey Kong, Street Fighter, Space Invaders and so on, laughing and teasing each other as we play.

This side of Edward was not one I expected to see. He's so carefree and relaxed – it's contagious. It's so easy to forget about the camera men and all the girls back at the house wishing they were in my place right now.

We leave the arcade and begin walking down the sidewalk. As he leads me to a small boutique, I ask him, "So, what made you decide to take me to the arcade?"

He smiles and pulls me close to him. "When I was younger, my parents worked a lot and left my older brother, Emmett, in charge of my sister, Alice, and me. On days where Alice or I had a bad day at school or if one of us got a good grade on a test or something, Em would take us to the only arcade in town and we would play for hours. Looking back, it's probably one of my fondest childhood memories – going there to forget about everything around me. I wanted to share that with you today."

"I loved it, Edward, really. I haven't had that much fun in years. I probably haven't been that carefree my entire life!" I exclaim. "Thank you for sharing that with me today."

He cups my cheek and rubs it with his thumb affectionately. He lightly kisses my nose which makes both of us giggle. "I honestly couldn't see myself doing that with anyone else. Don't get me wrong, the girls back at the mansion seem to be awesome, but playing video games for nearly three hours? Probably not going to happen."

I giggle as I try to picture Tanya and even Rose playing games like that for so long.

"Come on, this one is for you."

We walk in the small boutique and I take in all the elaborate clothes around me. "Oh, Edward. Everything in here is so beautiful, but I don't think I can afford anything in here." I walk to a small rack of clothes that have more sequins on them than I've seen in my entire life. "I'm kind of scared to touch anything in fear of ripping it somehow," I try to joke, but also let him know that I really don't need this kind of expensive clothing.

"It's part of being on the show, Bella," he says taking my hand and leading me towards a sales woman. "The producers will pay for it, just like they do for everything else on all the dates." I give him a pained look. I hate people spending money on me. "Please, Bella. I want you to have this moment of being treated like a princess."

I blush at his words. No one has ever called me a princess before, because in my fairytale, I'm the beast, but maybe Edward sees something different in me.

"Okay," I cave and let the sales woman lead me away into a dressing room. She shows me a montage of dresses and gives me a handful to try on. The first one in the pile is a black, floor length gown with an off the shoulder look. It clings to my curves and I must say that I look good in it.

I walk out of the dressing room to see what Edward thinks and when our eyes meet, his mouth opens a little bit and his eyes get a little darker. "Wow, Bella. I – I – you look, well, sexy. I vote yes on that one," his struggle for words only encourages my original thoughts.

I blush at his words. I knew I looked good in it, but his reaction made me giddy. I go back to the room and try on a new dress. This one is a purple cocktail dress that looks like something Tanya would wear and I immediately want his approval on it. When I step outside to show him this one, his reaction is different than what I was expecting.

"I don't like it. It doesn't look like you," he says, not even giving me a second glance.

I frown. "I think it's cute. It fits really well, and it looks like some of the dresses that the other girls were wearing last night, and I don't really have anything like I and I think it would –"

"Bella, stop," he walks up to me and lifts my face to meet his. "You're not like the rest of the girls at the mansion and I like that. I don't want you to change who you are just because some of the girls there don't approve of the length of your dresses. I want you to stay you."

He's right. I just want him to look at me and think I'm as beautiful as Rose or Tanya or Jessica or Kate. "Okay, forget about this dress." I try to head back to the dressing room, but Edward takes my hand and pulls me back to him at the last second.

"You are on this date with me right now, Bella. You got the first impression rose last night. You are the only one I want to be with right now, watching you try on dresses. You, Bella, you. Don't forget that."

I give him a small smile and head back to the dressing room. I try to wrap my head around the implications of his words as I try on more dresses. Every time I walk out to show him the new dress, he responds honestly, and I admire that. It can't be easy telling a woman that the dress she's wearing doesn't look good on her, but Edward does it with class.

After countless more dresses, my mood has improved from Edward's jokes about some of the absolutely awful dresses I tried on. In the end, I get four new dresses that cost well over a thousand dollars in total. I cringe knowing how far I could've made that money useful in other ways but try not to let Edward notice my reaction.

He leads us to a small café to eat lunch. We place our orders and I quietly thank the server as he places our drinks in front of us. Edward gives me that same funny look again.

"What?"

"It amazes me that you do that," he says approvingly.

"Do what? Thank people?"

"Yeah that. I've noticed over my time here in California that no one really does that here, except you. It's amazing."

"It's really nothing, Edward. I just try to be nice to everyone."

"That's another thing I adore about you. The entire two days, I haven't heard you say one bad thing about anyone or anything. It's such a change from everyone else."

I shrug my shoulders. "I don't know, that's just always been me, I guess. I can't imagine not being polite."

He smiles, obviously pleased by my answer. "Tell me something I don't know about you, Bella."

I bite my lip, trying to think of the right thing to say. Then it hits me. "I want to start a program to help children, specifically those who are in foster care, to find their forever families one day," I say, passion lacing my words.

He clearly wasn't expecting me to say anything like that, but he gets his composure back swiftly. "That's incredible! What made you want to start a program like that? Do you have a history with foster care?"

I strategically ignore his question about having a history with foster care but launch into my reasoning behind the charity. "The foster care system can be so messed up! There are so many foster parents out there who are only in it for the extra check at the end of the month. They don't even care about the children! We have so many couples in the United States who can't have children and don't want to wait to get approved for the adoption list, so I want to bridge the process between the two together. I want to make sure that every child can go home to a place where he or she feels loved and wanted. No child should ever have to feel like they're just a paycheck for some cigarettes and beer at the end of the month. I want to personally be the one who gets to show these kids who their new family is. Seeing that… would be so priceless to me…" I wander off, afraid my babbling is scaring him.

I glance up at Edward and see his eyes wide in awe and appraisal. "That's the most selfless idea I've ever heard, Bella. It's beautiful. Tell me more." I sense no sarcasm or boredom in his words, so I launch into a few of my ideas on how to get things started and how to integrate it with the current foster care system and the adoption system.

"You're so avid about this. It's beautiful."

I blush. "It's just something I really care about, Edward. I've had this idea since I was twelve."

"Wow, that's so young to have aspirations like this."

I bite my lip at his compliment. Before he can ask where the inspiration for this came from, I divert his attention to the food that has just arrived. We eat for a few minutes in a comfortable silence, both of us not realizing how hungry we were.

Eventually, I take his question for me and put it back on him. "Tell me something I don't know about you, Edward."

He doesn't have to think twice before answering. "I miss my family. I had a dream last night about an old game my siblings and I used to play as kids…" he pauses, gauging my reaction.

"Tell me. I want to know everything there is to know about you," I whisper truthfully.

"When we were little, Alice and I would always drag Emmett to play with us, even though he's six years older. We would play doctor and yes, I was the doctor, and my siblings were my patients. I would get my dad's stethoscope and pretend to listen to their heart and lungs for hours, pretending that they were incredibly sick. I told them I had to stay attached to them or they would die. It was a way to keep us close, now that I think about it when I look back. Words can't express how much I miss my them right now. They're my entire world and this past year has been the longest I've been away from them since college."

"I think its great that you and your family are so close. I've never had that, so hearing you talk so exctedly about your memories about them is like hearing the childhood I never had."

"Yeah, they're pretty great. Tell me about your childhood, Bella. I want to know everything there is to know about you," his words are so sincere and now I wish that I hadn't said that. No one wants to hear about my childhood, so I smoothly transfer his attention to the sight-seeing part of our day and just like that his mind is on the Hollywood sign.

We pay our bill and start walking up the strip. Edward ducks in a souvenir shop to buy a disposable camera and I had planned on just waiting for him outside, but a small hole-in-the-wall store catches my eye. I quickly run in and ask the cashier to help me find a certain item quickly before Edward has the chance to notice I've gone. The cashier swiftly brings me back what I'd requested so I pay for it and stuff it in my purse so I can surprise Edward with it later.

Thankfully, he doesn't notice that I've left and come back when he finds me. "Come on, I want to show you some places."

So, for the next few hours, we walk around Hollywood, taking pictures with every historical monument and everything Edward deemed as necessary – which was a lot. I think he took more pictures of just me than he did of us together. "For my personal collection," he explained when I'd asked him.

Before I know it, it's time for us to eat again, this time at a place of Edward's choosing. We went to a small restaurant away from all the hype of the strip. "It's cozy in here," I mention, approvingly.

"Good, I'm glad you like it. I figure we could use some quiet time before we both go back tonight. Today has been unbelievable, Bella."

I smile and take his hand from across the table. "I agree and this food looks delicious." Edward had all of this planned from the start of our date. He called and told the restaurant the time we would be here and what time the food should be ready by. He got us both steak, mashed potatoes and green beans. My mouth is watering at the smell of it.

"To today," Edward says, raising his glass of red wine to mine.

"To having fun with each other," I add. He grins and we sip our drinks before turning back to our food.

As we eat, Edward tells me more about the show and what I should expect. "For the most part, there are two dates during the week – a one-on-one and a group date. I think it's week eight when we start to travel outside of California. I don't get to choose where we go. The producers make us go places where they think will make ratings go up. When there are four women left, I visit each of your hometowns and get to know your family a little bit. After that, I take the three women left on a separate vacation spot, which is also the week of fantasy suites."

"Fantasy suites?" the look on his face makes me curious. He looks so put off by it.

"It's the first time we would have the chance to spend the night together, to do whatever…" he trails off.

"You mean to have sex? They really put you on the spot like that? No wonder you're not a big fan of it." How could someone sleep with someone else just for TV ratings or because they think it's expected of them? And he has to go through this with three different girls? Unbelievable.

"The only thing worse than that is I have to send someone home right after my time with them is over with. And at that point, I'm probably going to really care about this girl by then! The last thing I want to do is break someone's heart like mine was last season. I agreed to come back because I truly want to find someone to love for the rest of my life, but sometimes I forget how may hearts have to be broken in the process of it…"

I move my chair so that I'm now sitting right beside him. "I will never know what you're going through right now, Edward, but I want you to know that you can talk to me about anything. I've been told I'm a really good listener…"

"I know from experience that you are, Bella. Today has been filled with stories from my past, what you want to do with your future, dresses, video games, and sights you can only find in Hollywood. I wouldn't change any of it for the world. Today has been so special to me," he reaches across the table and grabs the rose that has been staring at me the entire time. "Will you accept this rose."

I don't think twice before lightly taking it from his hand. "Always, Edward."

Edward pulls my face to his, our lips connecting for a brief moment before I pull back. He looks at me, confusion lacing his features. I giggle and pull my purse from behind my chair. "Edward, will you accept this little present as a token of my…" I can't say love because whatever this is between us just started, so I just blurt out the first word that comes to mind. "companionship with you?"

He looks at me incredulously. "Companionship, really Bella? I don't think companions do this," and he pulls me in for an intense kiss. His lips move in sync with mine. I don't know exactly what I'm doing considering he's the only person I've ever kissed, but whatever I'm doing keeps making him come back for more.

I nearly moan when his tongue sweeps over mine. Just as quickly as it starts, one of the camera men discreetly coughs. "You know you can't do that, Ed." We both groan in protest when he pulls back.

"Damn, rules," he whispers, his voice husky.

I giggle, but put my mind at my original task, "So, Edward, will you accept this stethoscope?" I bite my lip, trying to hide the smile I get when he realizes that I got him a little toy stethoscope.

"This is – I don't even know where to begin! When did you find the time to get this?"

"I can't reveal all my secrets, now can I?" I tease.

"This is unbelievable, Bella. Thank you so much. I can't describe what it means to me that you did this."

"I just want you to have a little piece of home with you while you're away."

His eyes meet mine and I can't even begin to describe the look in them – something in him clicked and he pulls me in again for another fervent kiss. This time the he ignores the camera crew when they try to get him to stop. His tongue slips into my mouth and starts exploring it. My tongue tentatively reaches out and touches his and that's all the encouragement he needs. His hands fly to my hair, mine doing the same. I lightly tug on the ends of his hair, which only inspires him further. His mouth dominates mine for as long as I can hold my breath, but eventually the need for oxygen wins this battle.

"That was…" I start, but words are lost to me, due to the lack of oxygen to my brain.

"I know," he smirks. I roll my eyes and playfully slap him on the chest.

"Wow, Bella, there you go again, breaking my heart," he teases.

Never. I want to say it out loud, but instead I lean down to kiss the place right above his heart on his shirt. "Better?"

"Always," he whispers, taking my word from earlier.

Soon after, the camera men tell us it's time to head back to the mansion. We quickly finish our food and I thank the staff that waited on us.

Hand in hand, we walk back to the limo. "This day has been so wonderful, Bella. Thank you."

"I think it's me who should be thanking you. I got to play arcade games for hours, then shopping for clothes I never would've bought for myself if weren't for you, two fabulous meals and I got to see Hollywood with the remarkable man in front of me," I say, pulling him closer to me.

Another quick peck on the lips and we're back in the limo, heading back to the mansion. Just like this morning, Edward has one arm around my shoulders and the other hand is placed firmly on my knee. I lean into him, knowing this will be the last time I'll see him for the week. That in mind, I squeeze his hand, getting his attention. "I won't see you until the rose ceremony, will I?"

He sighs. "No, I'm afraid not, but I will get to see you at some point next week."

I smile, giddy that I'm staying another week to get to know this man. "I can't wait."

"Neither can I," he pulls me in for one last kiss as we pull up in front of the mansion. "Until next time, Bella."

Not wanting to go and face the wolves after spending the whole day with Edward, I take my time walking into the mansion. I'm not two feet in before I'm bombarded with questions about my date by everyone. I quickly search for Rose and Angela in crowd, seeking help. Rose gets to me not a second later and tells everyone to back off. They listen, probably all scared that she'll put them in a headlock if they don't.

"Come on, let's go upstairs. I'm sure you've had a long day," Angela says softly.

I follow her up the stairs and immediately seek out my bed.

"How did it go?"

"It was incredible, Rose. The best first date anyone could ask for."

"What did you guys do?"

I cringe, realizing how rude this is about to sound. "Please don't take this the wrong way, but I don't want to talk about Edward. We're all going after the same guy and I don't want that to get in the way of the friendship we've built so far."

"I get that, Bella. Don't worry. I know we'll probably feel the same when we spend more quality time with Edward. This is a guy free area, okay?" Angela says and Rose nods in agreement.

"Our relationships with Edward should be private. It's bad enough that the whole world is going to see this on TV in a few months. I want to keep this as personal as we can for as long as we can. He deserves that and so do we."

A/N: Tell me what you guys think in a review! Thoughts on the group date next chapter?