A/N: Once again, to all you people who reviewed… thank you SO MUCH! I love you people. :)
"Come on, you're going to meet the family," Edwardo told me. I just went along with it… he's too marble-y and vampire-y and hottie-y not to.
"You think they'll like me? I mean, I know people usually just ignore people they don't like, but your family could literally eat me…" Edwardo shook his head, smirking a bit.
"Bella… look at you. Who would want to eat you?" Edwardo said graciously. I'm 95% sure that was a compliment.
"Let's just get this over with. I'm afraid I'll be clumsy and get a paper cut… that'll surely drive vampires wild," I said worriedly.
"Don't be silly, a tiny little drop of blood won't make them go after you," Edwardo explained, "Well, unless it happens to be a plot device." That made me feel better.
When we got to his house, I gasped. The entire house looked like a giant coffin; they must have worked really hard to conceal their identity. I mean, everyone knows vampires never sleep!
Esme and Carlisle greeted us at the door.
"It's nice to meet you," I said. They nodded, shooting each other pointed looks and not saying anything back. Hm…
"Hey, Bella. Your blood smells nice, kind of like freesias," Alice guessed.
"That's what I said!" Edwardo agreed.
"Oh, no, that's just my freesia-scented blood perfume. It's supposed to make your blood smell delectable. They market it to 'crazy Twihards'," I explained. Alice nodded, looking excited.
Jasper just stood there with a pained expression on his face, as always.
"It's from the Botox," Alice whispered to me.
Rosalie and Emmett were nowhere to be seen, and that was fine with me. Last time I saw Rosalie, she threatened to use my skin as a covering to make her seem more human unless I got pregnant.
"I play piano! Just thought I should list my endless accomplishments to make you feel inferior, Bella. First, the vampire Olympics: I won a gold medal in the vampire baseball contest, although I'm pretty sure that was a joke-" Edwardo started. God, he was so perfect.
"Just play for her, Edwardo, while I go get my earplugs," Esme told him, running out of the room. I sat down on the piano bench with Edwardo, eager to hear what was surely the best piano playing ever.
"You inspired this one," Edwardo said. He started playing, and it was amazingly sweet and I wanted a CD to obsessively play over and over again… just kidding, it was awful.
"Um… it's amazing," I lied. Edwardo smirked.
"I know! Terrible music oddly reminds me of you…" Edwardo admitted. Aww. Now THAT was definitely a compliment.
Suddenly, I noticed a huge, clearly 300 year old cross.
"How old ARE you people?" I had to ask.
"Normally I would give you a huge speech with Carlisle's backstory in it, but …nah. Anyway, he's just over 300, and I'm about 175, give or take. When you get this old, you don't really pay attention to birthdays. Although my Sweet 116th was one wild party. You should've- wait, you weren't alive," Edwardo explained. Wow, that kind of sounded creepy… but it's ok, because he looks 17!
Besides, he wasn't THAT old. By the time I was 18, I'd practically be sprouting gray hairs next to him!