A/N: I am home sick again. But I found out I have the flu, so I will be writing all weekend. Yay me! Anyway, I hope that you enjoy this chapter!
After listening to endless thumps and yells coming from upstairs. Carlisle came home from work. He saw that it was just me and Edward in the living room and looked puzzled.
"Where is everyone?" He asked.
"They are all upstairs chasing Jasper for the laptop," Edward answered matter-of-factly. Carlisle's puzzled look didn't leave his face.
"Where is Esme? Shouldn't she be controlling them?" He asked.
"Well, Esme is also chasing Jasper for the laptop," I said while stifling laughter. It sounded so ridiculous.
"Okay, I will take care of it then," Carlisle said. Then he walked casually up the stairs. Edward and I exchanged glances.
"Are they in for it?" I asked. Edward laughed.
"Probably. Whenever Carlisle has to 'take care' of something, you should get pretty scared," Edward explained. I nodded. Then, I jumped when I heard a very loud, "ENOUGH!" Edward laughed and put his arms around me. Carlisle came downstairs with a very scared looking family trailing behind him. Carlisle had taken the laptop away from them and sat down in the white lounge chair.
"Let's see what this game is all about," Carlisle said happily as he, too started to play the Sims. I had noticed that everyone, except Edward, was watching Carlisle intently. Edward sighed and shook his head incredulously. Then, he leaned over to whisper in my ear.
"Bella, do you want to go out for dinner? To get out of the house for a while?" He asked hopefully. I smiled and nodded. Maybe it would be a good idea to just leave all of this obsessive behavior at the house for a time. He got up and took me by the hand. He led me upstairs so I could take a shower and get dressed. I grabbed some casual looking clothes from the dresser and took a very quick shower, eager to leave the house now. I was ready in less than 10 minutes which was a complete surprise to me. I ran over to him after I was ready.
"I'm decent! Let's go!" I said excitedly. He chuckled and carried me down the steps.
"Goodbye everyone. We are going out to dinner," Edward said. The family didn't even look up at us. A few of them gave us a weak wave, basically shooing us out of the house, but that was it. Edward rolled his eyes and walked out of the house with me still in his arms. He plopped me down in the passenger's seat of the Volvo and was in the driver's seat in a flash.
"So, where are we going?" I asked. Edward looked thoughtful for a moment.
"You will find out," he said with a mischievous smile. I folded my arms across my chest in disappointment. I wanted to know where we were going! Edward turned on the radio to a classical music station. I listened to the soothing tunes and waited to get to our mysterious destination for dinner.
Sooner than I thought was possible, Edward had driven us to Port Angeles. It was normally an hour drive, but his maniac driving made it only 20 minutes. We pulled up into the parking lot of La Bella Italia and I felt a surge of excitement. This was my favorite restaurant ever since Edward had taken me there that one night.
"Was this restaurant a good choice?" Edward asked with his crooked smile. I laughed.
"Absolutely," I said. He walked me in, hand-in-hand. Surprisingly, the hostess we had last time was at the podium.
"Table for two, please," Edward said in his velvet voice. The hostess seemed momentarily dazed and then got control of herself. She led us to the same private partition of booths and didn't bother talking to Edward. We sat down and I felt myself smiling like an idiot.
"Is there a reason that you keep grinning from ear to ear?" Edward asked.
"Sorry, I just really love it here," I replied. He chuckled at the same time our waitress came over. Once again, we had the same waitress that we were cursed with last time. She had applied make-up in the kitchen and it was more than obvious.
"I will be your waitress this evening. What may get you to drink?" She asked. She looked at me this time.
"I will have a Coke, please," I said. Then she looked at Edward.
"Nothing for me," Edward said. The waitress looked a little puzzled.
"Are you sure? We have coffee and pretty much every drink you can think of," the waitress said in a flirtatious voice. I scowled.
"No thank you. I am not thirsty," Edward said with a wink at me. I giggled. The waitress looked from him to me, rolled her eyes and then walked away.
"Nice, Edward," I said.
"You really think so?" He asked, his dark golden eyes twinkling. I just nodded, not remembering what we were talking about. The waitress came back with my drink and didn't even look at Edward this time.
"Are you ready to order your food?" She asked with a voice that sounded frustrated. I nodded.
"I will have the chicken alfredo, please," I said. She wrote it down and looked to Edward.
"I assume you aren't getting anything," she said in a tone that was almost rude. Edward looked a little taken aback.
"No, ma'am. I will not be ordering anything," Edward replied politely. Then, the rude waitress walked away without a word.
"She shouldn't get much of a tip," I said. Edward chuckled. We continued to just stare at each other wordlessly. Then, I found myself thinking of the Sims.
"Bella, what are you thinking?" Edward asked as he reached over to play with a strand of my hair. I really didn't want to answer that question. He seemed so frustrated that his whole family was hooked on playing the Sims.
"Um…I am thinking about…the Si…shopping! Yeah, I am thinking about shopping," I lied awkwardly. Edward gave me a disbelieving look.
"Oh, really?" Edward asked with one eyebrow raised.
"Yeah, I was thinking about shopping with Alice," I lied. He nodded with that alabaster eyebrow still raised. My chicken alfredo came and I immediately started eating it so I could try to avoid anymore talking. The food was way too hot and it burned my throat. I grabbed my Coke to put out the fire and I ended up drinking the whole glass. I continued to eat my food without looking at Edward and was finished 5 minutes later. Now, I had no excuse not to look at him. I ended up being really thirsty, so I called a waitress over to our table.
"May I have Sim…I mean some more Coke, please," I stuttered. The waitress gave me a look like I was mentally competent and walked away to get me another drink. Edward smacked his hand to his forehead.
"Bella, I am not stupid. You are thinking about that game," he said, annoyed. I looked all around the room avoiding his gaze.
"Maybe…," I said innocently. Edward chuckled darkly. The waitress came back with my Coke and I sipped it. Edward sighed.
"Do you want to eat anything else? Dessert?" he offered.
"No thank you," I said as I pushed my Coke away. I was stuffed and I felt like I would explode. "I am finished." Edward nodded and waved our waitress back over to the table.
"We would like the check, please," he said. The waitress, still acting rude, slapped the leather folder down on the table and walked away. Edward let out a sigh of frustration and put some money in the folder. He got up and held out a hand for me and we walked out of the restaurant.
"The nerve of her," Edward mumbled under his breath. I looked up at him.
"Why, what was she thinking?" I asked.
"Well, her behavior was enough to make anyone angry. Don't worry about her thoughts, love," he replied to me. He opened the car door for me, and then he got in. And we drove off back to the Cullen house.
Like before, his maniac driving had gotten us there in no time. We pulled into the Cullen's mile long driveway, right when there was an earsplitting crash loud enough for any human to hear.
"What now?" Edward mumbled angrily under his breath. We walked up the porch steps and opened the front door and the sight made me and Edward burst out in laughter.
A/N: I already have an idea of what is going on right now inside the Cullen house. I think it will be very funny. Review this chapter for now though!