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Author's Note: Here's Chapter Five!

Chapter Five!

"How 'bout that drink now?" I smiled over at Edward, who had (after our impromptu teenage-sappy-lovefest-movie moment) slid over to the other cushion, tightly holding my hand in his and breathing in and out like he had just run a 30 second dash. I shuddered at the thought of what I must look like now. I'm sure that my cheeks would be unbelievably flushed, along with the rest of my face and most of my neck. If I hadn't known better, I would have thought that Edward had made a break for the heater and turned it up a couple of notches, as it was so unbearably hot in this small room.

He laughed and it was like the chimes I played in the second grade, only a much clearer and deeper sound than my 9 year old hands had ever produced. "What exactly would you like?"

"Whatever is available, will be just fine." I said, offhand, and confused when he laughed in earnest now, as if I had just made an excellent joke. "What did I say?"

"You didn't say anything, it's just that…well, I'll have to show you for you to get the whole picture." Still smiling to himself, he lead me back into the kitchen where he pulled open the refrigerator door.

Inside of the fridge on the middle shelf there was every kind of beverage you could ever want stacked in neat rows and columns according to the kind of drink they were. Fruit drinks on the left, at least four different kinds of milk (I could only tell the difference because of the mini-rainbow the caps produced), and water on the right. I glanced at the door, and saw a hodgepodge of teas occupying the tiny shelves that were located there. The two drawers located at the top of the refrigerator were solely for soft drinks, I could make out the bright green swirl that you find on Mt. Dew cans, and the electric green color of the liquid inside of the Vault two-liters slid into the small space on their sides. Why would anyone need this many types of drinks?

Edward answered my unanswered questions; he was good at reading facial cues and expressions. "My family and I have a rather eclectic taste on what we drink. I suppose you could say we're rather picky. Actually, what we drink explains a lot about us." I waited patiently for him to elaborate. "My "adopted" father, Carlisle, prefers cold tea, with little sugar; I suppose you could say he's uncomplicated. My "adopted" mother, Esme, like milk, and she takes it warm, seeing as she's a very warm and inviting person. My sister, Alice, will drink basically anything with caffeine, her nature is to be hyper and excited, even without the extra kick the caffeine tends to give her." He ran a finger over each drink as he named them off. "Emmett likes the kick that Vault gives him, and the taste. He's has very specific tastes and an abundance of energy. Rosalie tends to lean towards the more expensive beverages," He pointed to a few rows filled with cans with elaborate graphics and artfully shaped containers. "Jasper, well, Jasper likes his coffee. That's about all there is to that." He laughed, and then went on. "I tend to keep it simple, just plain water for me." He said, grabbing a crystal clear water bottle and spinning it on his palm. He gestured to me, "And you?"

"I'll take a… Coke." I looked up at him.

"Hmm. Not what I would have thought you to have picked. You seemed more of a tea or lemonade girl to me." He reached for the Coke though.

"I usually am, but if I don't get some caffeine in my soon, I'll be passed out on your unusually uncomfortable couch." I grinned at him.

"I wouldn't make you sleep on the couch; I would have taken you up to my room, of course." I blushed crimson immediately. A trait he was quick to copy.

"Oh, no, Bella, I didn't mean… I wouldn't…. I mean, you should… Maybe you should hurry up and drink this." He slid the Coke out of the refrigerator and in the same motion reached his other hand over to pop the top. The fizz seemed to fill the room, covering up the semi-awkward silence. After his hands handed me the can, he didn't seem to know what to do with them. He smoothed his shirt, shook out his hair, and fixed the string on his pants, all in all, very fidgety. His eyes darted back and forth across the room, never settling on one thing for too long. I unconsciously snorted, an action that sent the fizzy Coke straight out of my nose. That made his eyes flicker to mine. I ducked down, embarrassed and uncomfortable. The Coke had left a trail of burning up my throat and through my nose, but it was nothing compared to the blush burning my face. He pulled a dishcloth off of a circular hanger on the wall and handed it to me; I buried my face in it. I heard the sliding of drawers and soon felt another cloth wiping my arms. I looked up sheepishly, to find a small, soft smile on Edward's lips.

"I'm so sorry."

"It's fine. Just one thing, what exactly where you giggling at?" He gently slid the dishtowel out of my hands and finished wiping the sticky Coke off with his.

"You. You just looked so out of place, and in your own house! Please don't get the wrong idea, I wasn't making fun of you." He just shook his head, the same smile still stuck on his lips.

"Well, I guess I can't hold that against you." I shook the can in my hands, a little over half left.

"Speaking of things we may or may not hold against people, I have a little something to hold against someone in particular." I eyed him mischievously.

A glint popped into his eyes, "I'm guessing you mean the Suburban-full of juvenile delinquents that left you stranded on my front lawn."

"The same."

"Well, what exactly did you have in mind?"

Author's Note: Um, little note to my Beta… I lost your email… so, sorry about that. Could you send to me again??? Hee-hee… I'm a forgetful person.