AN: Hey I'm back and it's my birthday! I know on xmas, right! I would love to receive plenty of gifts. Review, review, and review.
I don't own Twilight.
Bella had texted Edward her phone number and address Friday morning in case he had forgotten. That afternoon she still wasn't sure what she was doing as she prepared herself for the date. She spoke to Angela as she got dressed about how confused she was feeling — if she was doing the right thing. She still thought it was a mistake to go on the date if Bella didn't have any genuine feelings for Edward.
"Pity is not a reason to date someone."
"It doesn't feel so much like pity. It feels more like . . . I might be missing an opportunity. It's not like Edward is repulsive. He's actually kind of fun."
"Whatever Bella."
Bella's phone gave a small beep as it vibrated. "I got to go. I think that's him texting me."
"Good luck in whatever you do."
Bella pressed the "end" button then checked for text messages.
IM OUTSIDE
She texted him back.
B OUT 1 SEC
She checked her makeup and grabbed her purse from off her bed.
As she headed out the front door her dad Charlie stopped her.
"I'll be home by twelve, probably earlier," she uttered.
"Okay," he said. "Have fun."
She headed out the door and into Edward's silver Volvo. He tried to get out before she opened it herself, but she didn't catch him signaling to wait. She slammed the door shut as he was half out of the car.
. . .
When they got to the theatre, the movie was sold out.
"How about we watch whatever is playing now?" she asked. He nodded and the seller printed out their tickets. The movie was a teen drama about popularity and in the end the protagonist realized he didn't need anyone, but himself to feel important. Bella watched the movie carefully feeling the storyline seemed all too familiar. Edward glanced at her whenever the lighting hit her face. He caught her expressions and how they seemed to make her appear depressed.
He took her hand toward the end. He just couldn't stand her sadness. At his touch, she looked down at their fingers — now entwined. There was an odd sensation climbing up her arm. Her heart beat a little faster and she turned to look at him. He appeared slightly solemn, but his mouth began to lift at the corners. Her mouth followed and with her smile he squeezed her hand then turned back to the film.
. . .
They stepped out of Edward's car and walked up to Bella's door. He could tell she was still sad about something.
He lifted his eyebrows and pointed to her chin. He put his fingers to the corners of his mouth and lightly pulled downward. Why are you sad?
"The movie just hit a little too close to home."
He waited for her explanation and nodded encouragingly.
She huffed slightly. "See in ninth I still wasn't friends with Jessica and Angela. I wasn't friends with anybody yet. I just felt invisible and unremarkable, like I was just too average to be noticed."
He pointed to her then lightly brushed his fingertips of one hand encircling his face from forehead to chin, thumb on one side while the other digits went down the other.
She looked confused. "I don't know what that means."
He pinched her cheek lightly.
"Cute? You think I'm cute?" she asked.
He shook his head with a half smile. He rolled his hand around indicating more.
She stared at his hand and her brow furrowed in thought than rose in recognition. "You think I'm beautiful?"
He nodded glancing into her eyes. His hand came to touch her face lightly brushing her cheek.
"Thank you." Her feelings meandered to her conversation with Angela and how Jacob never noticed her. She knew her feelings for Edward started off as pity, but now it felt different. She kind of liked him. She made a decision.
"Edward, I have to tell you something."
He pulled back narrowing his eyes.
"That kiss at Jasper's house wasn't meant for you. I thought you were Jacob."
He took a step back, his brows kneaded, and his hands came forward palm up. What?
"I have a tiny crush on him. He doesn't even know. I've never even spoken to him."
He looked down, a frown on his face.
"I'm sorry Edward. I should've told you sooner."
He looked back up to her and shook his head slightly swallowing hard, and gave one wave of his hand dismissing her indiscretion. He pointed to himself then palmed his fist into his displayed opened hand. I'll help.
She shook her head, confused. "I don't . . ."
He pointed at her then held his fist, pinky extended by his temple. He hooked it around and pretended to pull down a strand of his hair.
"Me and Jacob?"
He cupped his hands together.
"You'll put us together?"
He nodded.
"No that's not necessary."
He rubbed his chest in a circle. Please?
She looked at him gesturing. He cupped both his hands and held them up in front in a pleading form.
"Okay," she uttered. This is not the way she expected the conversation to go. "How are you going to do it?"
He pointed to his head and gave a wide smile.
AN: So how do you like it so far? This was not the way I originally planned it, but I think it will work out better. Let me know what you think.
Oh and don't forget to wish me a happy birthday - I never get tired of that.