Previously:

When I said that, I didn't expect two things. One, to be that forward with a guy that, albeit cute, I just met. Two? For Edward to be better at the game than I was.

"I could think of many, many, many things to do about you not helping the cause," Edward replied in a husky voice.

It sounded so very different, good different, from the velvety voice I heard before. It was more intimate, in a way, and I was really hoping I'd get to hear it again. My head was spinning from hearing his voice and what he said in itself.

Once again, I showcased my famous blush. "Oh, well yo-you know. You should, uh, think about it some more maybe. You know, refine the list. Edit it. Make it better. 'Cause why would you want bad things to help me, right? I know we don't really know each other at all, but you probably don't want to not help me. That would just mess up the picture I have of you in my head."

Realizing the last thing I said, I mentally slapped myself over and over. And over again. Not only was I blabbing on and on about God knows what, I also made myself sound like a pervert in front of Edward. Never mind what I sounded like. I became conscious of the way I looked.

Unknowingly, I'd slapped my forehead when I thought I only mentally did it. My face doesn't really hide any emotions. My mom called me an open book, which is why I could never lie successfully. She also said I wore my heart on my sleeve.

But enough about my mom, this was, sadly, about me embarrassing myself for the umpteenth time. My head was tilted down; it was a reflex to do that when I said something stupid. My feet were pigeon-toed and I was unconsciously wringing my hands together, something I did when I was nervous. Even though Edward was dazzling, the things he said didn't make him look like a saint. I'd just met him, how could he be so forward with me?

Taking a deep breath, I sounded calmer than I actually was. I said, "Okay, ladies and gentlemen, that was another episode of What Bella Does to Embarrass Herself", in hopes of getting Edward to laugh and possibly (but not probably) forget my rant just moments before.

As I already suspected, my diversion didn't work. But it got him to laugh his wonderfully musical laugh again and that was totally worth making a fool out of me. On top of that, he tried to make me feel better, which was so sweet of him. Then I backtracked. It wasn't like me to gush about a guy's laugh or how sweet they were. But then again, it wasn't like me to flirt with a perfect stranger so I told myself that there was a first time for everything. Besides, if he was that forward with me, I could do the same.

Hook.

It's not like his impression of me is perfect since I messed up so many time already: what with the blushing and the slapping and the ranting. The awkward moment passed and he then he uttered the words that started our relationship which were also the most beautiful combination of words ever put together in the history of the English language: "So, do you wanna sit somewhere and grab some food?"

Line.

"Yes. I would really, really, really like that. A lot," I replied with a huge smile. He smiled a crooked grin that sent my heart into overdrive. I seriously wondered why I didn't go into cardiac arrest right then and there.

And sinker.

I knew it from that very second. No, millisecond. I knew that it was one of those love-at-first-sight things. Even if I wasn't sure he felt the same, I knew. Of course I read about love in books. Seen it in movies. Witnessed it at school, courtesy of the lunchroom. But never did I think I would be feeling it in Australia. With a guy I didn't even know. At the airport.

He offered his hand, and if that wasn't enough to leave me gasping, interlaced our fingers together. His hand felt so right in mine; like ours were two pieces of a puzzle and, stupid as it sounds, fit perfectly. Mine, small and delicate, seemed to be a perfect match for his bigger hand and long, elegant fingers. I must've been staring at our hands because he placed a finger under my chin and pushed it up slightly.

"I know my hand is very pretty, but I'd prefer looking in your eyes rather than your hair. Not that your hair isn't beautiful, but I think the view would be more breathtaking if you were looking at me," he said. How could a guy mock me and make me feel like the prettiest girl around at the same time? I was amazed.

Did he have a book full of these sorts of lines? Did he usually sweep women off his feet this way? Was he some sort of womanizer? Or was he a Prince Charming: amazing, romantic, and everything a girl wanted in a guy? Obviously I had no idea, but I was a little scared of the fact that I might have fallen for a heartbreaker.

Like clockwork, the blush crept into my cheeks. I apologized for ruining his view and told him I'd have to talk to my mom first but would he like to come with me? He agreed, like I knew he would.

"So, where ya headed? Home or your home away from home?" I casually mentioned on the way back to terminal four, hoping Edward was prepared for the loud shrieking that was bound to happen once we reached my mother.

"Well, this," motioning to the airport (which I took to mean all of Australia), "is my home away from home. But I'm not exactly headed home. My father, Carlisle, just got a new job in some small town in Washington and so I suppose I'm headed to my new home. Okay, I'm just confusing you. Why don't you tell me where-" he stopped talking midsentence and then I realized that he stopped walking altogether.

I was confused. He probably suddenly figured out that I wasn't up to his standards. That I wasn't worth flirting with anymore. That getting food with me was a waste of money.

"Holy. Shit," he declared. Very loudly, I might say. So now, we were a few steps away from where my mom was sitting and people were looking at us. Edward had a bewildered expression and I probably looked puzzled. He muttered something under his breath that I couldn't hear very clearly but I thought I heard something about fate. I didn't have time to think about that when he started talking again.

"This is your terminal? Are you shitting me? You're going to Washington? God must really like me today, huh?" Edward's face had changed from shock to confusion to happiness as he fired questions at me.

"Yes, this is my terminal; no, I'm not shitting you; yes I'm going to Washington," I answered.

Then I understood. I wanted to jump for joy, literally. It really must have been fate because Edward was going on the same flight as me. We were going to the same place. Which meant I could see him more.

"YES! OH MY GOD, THIS MEANS I CAN SEE YOU AGAIN! THIS MEANS A LOT OF REALLY, REALLY GREAT THINGS!" I practically screamed. This seemed to catch my mom's attention because she turned around to see what the commotion was about.

"C'mon, Edward, come meet my mom and we can go get food."

"Bella, this… is great. I really didn't expect this," he said. He seemed to be just as happy as I was and now I was eager to go see my mom and get the hell out of there. Somehow during all of this, we had let go of each other's hands and I promptly dragged him over to my now very amused mother.

"Hey! Mom! So I met this guy, his name is Edward and I wanna go get food with him and the plane isn't due to take off for another hour so can I go? Please please please please please?" I said in one breath and clasped my hands together to plead with her.

"Sure, hon, but maybe you should introduce me to this fine gentleman whose name I'm assuming is Edward No Last Name?"

Edward laughed his beautiful laugh and smoothly said, "Hi, Bella's mom. I certainly hope I'm a fine gentleman but sadly, my last name isn't No Last Name. It's Cullen."

I blushed inwardly at the fact that I didn't even know his last name and he was already asking me out on a date. Sort of. Things were moving too fast and I knew it. But I didn't care, really. Care was out the freaking door right now. No guy this good looking had ever done anything close to this and I wasn't concerned with the future. I just knew I wanted to spend time with this mysterious and wonderful Edward Cullen.

My mom's laugh had broken me out of my reverie. I wasn't surprised to see that they were getting along so fast. She was so bubbly, you couldn't help but to be happy when she was talking to you.

"Hey, mom, I saw him first," I teased, "Plus, don't you have Charlie waiting at home for his beautiful wife?"

"Sorry Bella, but Edward is too cute to not steal! Charlie can understand, can't he?" She teased back.

I rolled my eyes and stuck my tongue out at her. Edward laughed and tried to make peace between our mock fight.

"Girls, girls. There's plenty of me to go around! You guys can share, right?"

I pouted at the thought of having to share Edward and shot my mom a look. She quickly understood and shooed us away.

"I guess Bella can have you. I'll just have to settle for my husband back home. You too have fun! Don't forget to come back in an hour," she said to our retreating backs. At that point, I'd already turned us both around and started walking. Then I stopped when a thought hit me.

"Wait, Edward, what about your family? Arent they worried about where you went?"

"Oh, I'm not here with my parents. I'm here with my friends Emmett and Jasper. Our parents were friends long before we were born, way back in college. They do everything together and so the tradition has been passed on to us. We're here on vacation before we all have to move."

"That's just like my two best friends! Our parents met after Rose, Alice and I became best friends in freshman year. Since then, we've stuck together and so have our parents."

"Whoa. Coincidence much? But I suppose if you want to meet my friends, you can. I warn you, they're the epitome of boys and they are going to tease us."

"I would love to meet your friends. And seeing how our situation panned out, I sort of want to set them up with Rose and Alice."

"Great minds think alike. I was thinking the same thing. But I was thinking we could set them up so I could have something to tease them about. Let's go!"

We walked to the other side of the terminal and approached two guys, about our age, bickering over something.

"Dude, we went there on Wednesday. I'm so sure it was Wednesday 'cause I remember seeing that smokin' hot chick on Wednesday," one of them said. He was huge, with muscles bulging beneath his shirt. Perfect for Rose, I thought. She had such high standards and barely dated anyone that didn't pass all of them. He had a mop of curly brown hair and dimples. I admit he looked a bit scary until the dimples popped out. Then, he was cute.

"No, Emmett, it was Thursday. Seriously, when have you ever been right about anything?" the blond one said. He was equally good looking and I wondered if the criteria to be Edward's friend was the be hot. His blond hair complimented his bright blue eyes. He was a lot leaner than the big guy, though you could tell he wasn't stick thin. Even more coincidentally, he matched Alice's perfect guy to a T. She preferred blondes while Rosalie preferred brunettes.

At that point, I thought karma was the furthest thing from a bitch and we'd also stopped short right in front of the two boys. They seemed to notice mine and Edward's presence because they both stopped midsentence and looked up.

Edward cleared his throat and introduced me, "Hey, guys stop arguing like old ladies and meet someone. Her name's Isabella Swan, but she prefers to be called Bella." Then he turned to me and said, "Bella, these are my annoying but lovable friends Emmett," motioning to the bigger guy, "and Jasper."

Emmett was the first to speak, "Dude, you said you were going to the bathroom. Was that code for picking up hot girls or something? 'Cause I totally wasn't notified. That sounds way cooler than actually saying you're gonna go pick up a hot girl!" He grinned and winked at me.

I scoffed at what Emmett said. I was far from a hot girl… wasn't I? The conversation continued, forcing me to pause the conversation I was having in my head.

Jasper, thankfully, said something less embarrassing. "Hey there! Please ignore our bear of a friend, he talks right out of his ass. You learn to ignore his comments after a while. But he does speak the truth. How does Edward go from the bathroom to…" he seemed to be finding the right word.

I finished his sentence for him, "… me?" He was satisfied with my answer and nodded.

We all turned to Edward to answer the question, me included because I knew I would stutter or blush way more than necessary. He was a talker, making the story of our meeting sound so interesting. I almost forgot I was the girl he was talking about. Thinking about this, I missed some of the story and only caught the last couple of words he said.

"… and it turns out she has two friends that she thinks would be perfect-o for you guys and I know for a fact you'll be interested. Anyways, we're going to grab some food and we'll be back later."

Emmett and Jasper both had semi-shocked expressions as they nodded and bumped fists. Maybe Edward didn't pick up girls all the time after all? I still had hope! I must've had a look of happiness because Emmett decided to comment on it.

"Someone's happy to be eating with little ol' Ed here. We won't waste any of your precious time. Have fun! Don't do anything I wouldn't!"

Something in Edward's eye roll made me think that there weren't many things that Emmett wouldn't do with a girl. Good, I figured, another thing that would please Rose. She was a very daring and outgoing girl and loved to have fun.

"Yes, sir," Edward replied with a mock salute. I waved good-bye and hoped to see them again. They seemed like fun guys and Emmett, at least, could make me laugh.

Edward turned around and I followed behind, but not for long. He maneuvered his hand to the small of my back, guiding me towards the food court. This gesture was very boyfriend-like in my opinion and I was ecstatic that Edward was such a gentleman. I predicted that he would insist on paying for my food and holding out my chair as well.

All too soon, we arrived at the food court and Edward took his hand off my back. "So, what'll it be? Panda Express, Sbarro, McDonald's or Starbucks?"

Disclaimer: I, sadly, don't own Twilight or any of its characters. Or Panda Express, Sbarro, McDonald's and Starbucks.

This was mostly filler; getting the grub will be the next chapter!

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