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Chapter 7-Wishes and Waterfountains

EPOV

"Okay, Edward, I think you've sent her enough flowers. You have to take the next step and ask her out. But not on a date, right Alice?" Rosalie and Alice came and sat by me while I was reading.

"Right. Okay, Edward, don't ask her on a date. That will probably be too fast, and it will scare Bella away. Just ask her to just hang out." Alice explained.

"How am I going to ask her if she won't talk to me?" I set down my book.

"Hey, we just give you the building blocks. It's your job to build the tower." Alice said with a smile as Rosalie and her left my room.

Yesterday, Esme and Carlisle went back home while Alice and Rose decided to stay and help me with my quest to get Bella back. This, of course, led to Jasper and Emmett staying. Not knowing how long it was going to take, we moved out of the hotel and into a big apartment that had three rooms and plain walls for Alice to decorate how she would like.

Now how was I going to ask Bella to hang out without talking to her?

BPOV

For the next few days, I received so many flowers and cards that the entire house was starting to look like a flower shop, and my drawers were overflowing with little messages from Edward.

"More flowers!" Lucy exclaimed as I came through the doorway with three gigantic bouquets, and Emily followed with two smaller but still elegant bouquets.

"Izzy, seriously, this is getting a little much. Just call him and call off the flowers. I feel like I'm getting allergies, and I'm a vampire!" Emily's muffled voice sounded through the flowers.

"Jeremy, can you get the other two in the car?" I said loud enough for him to hear if he was in the backyard (which wasn't that loud).

"I agree with Emily. This is getting to be too much." Lucy agreed, trying to find a place for the flowers on the already covered surfaces.

"Mom!" Dustin came running up to Lucy and knocked over a few vases, which Emily and I caught before they broke. "I can't run or play anywhere with all these flowers!" Dustin complained.

"You know, Izzy, I know Edward was a jerk or whatever, but I think he's trying to say sorry, so I think you should call him and tell him to stop sending all these stupid flowers!" Jeremy came through the door with more bouquets.

"Wait, a flower came for you." Lucy went running to the kitchen as groans filled the air.

"So what? He's been sending flowers all week." Emily said, trying to find a place to sit down in the jungle of roses that used to be our couch.

"Yes, flowers, but this time he sent a flower." Lucy said, running up to me with one long stock of light blue-layered flower. Attached to it was a card instead of a note. Taking the note off the flower, I started to read it.

Dear Bella,

This stock of flowers is called a Delphinium and it means boldness. I am going to be bold and ask to see you; it doesn't have to be a date, I just want to see you. In the light blue vase I sent you today hidden underneath the Iris's is one striped Carnation. A striped Carnation means refusal. There is also a pink rose, which means friendship. Tonight, leave either the Carnation telling me no to meeting, or the rose telling me you accept my friendship and would like to meet on your windowsill.

Waiting for Response,

Edward

"Izz, what does it say?" Emily asked me when I finished reading it.

"He wants to meet with me." I said simply, before grabbing the rose from the vase and heading upstairs.

"You look amazing." a deep silky sounding voice breathed on my neck.

Spinning around, I got to face a bemused-looking Edward. He was wearing a pair of light jeans and a black sweater with a white collar and shirt entails sticking out from underneath it. He, of course, looked like a model, but unlike when I was a human and I felt so plain against him, I didn't feel so plain now.

I picked a short-sleeved black dress with a tie belt around my waist. It went about to the middle of my knee. A wooden bracelet with black and tannish colored circles on it hung on my wrist, brown wedge shoes made me taller, a white purse/bag hung from my left shoulder, and a necklace that was a gift from one of my shoots that I actually liked hung around my slim neck.

"What's up, Edward?" my voice sounded calm cool and collected while my insides were a nervous wreck.

"Well, I just got the famous model 'Izzy' to hang out with me so my day is going pretty well." Edward hid his amusement horribly as I stared up at the huge billboard of me giving my famous "model look" which was stationed right in front of us.

"Shut up, it's my job." I brushed past him and started to walk down the street.

Edward, as usual, caught up to me in just a few moments.

"It's amazing how you've changed last time I saw you. You could barely stand your own father taking a picture of you and now you're on billboards, buses, and whatever else they can put your face on." I started to get uncomfortable. I hadn't expected him to get into real conversation so soon.

"Yeah, well, I changed when you left." All traces of amusement was gone from my voice. I don't think I could take his criticism.

"Bel-Izzy what did I do?" Edward's voice was laced with pain.

"I'm sorry but you just kind of dug into it a little early. You're supposed to have pointless and useless small talk with me before you start talking about 'before'."

"Why? We're going to get to it sometime. Why not talk about it now?" typical Edward Cullen.

"Because it's just how it is."

"Okay. Um, how's the weather?" I failed miserably when I tried to hide my snort.

"That's more like it. Well, it is summer so the weather is pretty good, do you not agree?" I noted that everything but Edward's face, which glimmered a bit, was covered, his hands in his pocket.

"How do you not glow?" Edward observed my non-sparkling exposed arms and legs.

"The agency wanted vampires to model all year, but it's kind of hard when during the summer, so some vampire made this cream that's sort of like sunscreen, but instead it keeps me from glowing. Cool, huh?" Every time I used the cream, I thanked the vampire who enabled me to spend a day in the sun without sparkling like a crystal ball.

"Hmm. So am I allowed to talk about 'before' now?"

"You're not going to give up are you?" I smiled up at his slightly shining face.

"Nope."

"Well I guess okay. What do you want to know first?"

"Why a model? Like I mentioned before, you didn't exactly have the most…"

"Self confidence," I finished for him "Well, I picked modeling because it just was something to do. I mean, when you have forever, you don't really have that much interesting to do, do you?"

"I guess not."

"Also, models go into rehab all the time, so whenever I go over my 'age' limit, I can just pretend I went into rehab, and that also works because it always seems like models never age."

"So, basically, it's just a practical way of living with humans?"

"Basically. But its fun sometimes, though I think Lucy is ready to throttle the next car company that gives Emily or I a car." I got a chuckle from Edward for that. Quiet filled the air around us.

"Come with me." Edward broke the silence and started to pull me down the street.

"Edward, where are we going?" I couldn't keep the excitement from my voice as we continued down the street.

After turning right, then left, then right again, we ended up in front of a park entrance. Still pulling me, Edward led me into the center of the park to a white fountain made of marble.

"Edward, why are we here?" I asked as he walked to stand in front of it.

"Come here." Edward motioned to me to stand in front of it.

Once standing beside him, he started to dig through his pockets to pull out two quarters. Handing me one, he put his finger to his mouth signaling me to be quiet. Closing his eyes for a second, Edward looked to be in deep thought. Upon opening them up again, he threw his quarter in.

"Edward Anthony Cullen, why are we making wishes?" I tried to do my best Lucy impersonation.

"Yep. Now make a wish." He said, as if two vampires always stood in front of a wishing well making a wish.

"Fine." Closing my eyes, I started to think. Mine took a little longer than Edward's, but I finally thought of the perfect one.

"So, do you want to hear what I wished for?" Edward sounded like a little kid.

"Aren't wishes supposed to be secret?" I teased him.

"It's not going to matter if I tell one person." A mysterious glint entered his topaz eyes.

"Okay, tell me." I relented.

"I wished to get you back." And like that, Edward left me in front of the fountain, frozen in shock.

He wanted me back…

Once the shock wore off, I had to look around to figure out where I was again. About to leave, I noticed a blue folded piece of paper on the edge of the fountain that had "Bella" written in Edward's elegant handwriting across it.

Picking it up, I read it.

Dear Bella,

Thank you for putting up with my nonsense tonight. I would like to hang out again, but next time as a date. Put the rose back up on your windowsill when you're ready for it. I can wait forever for you.

You're Friend,

Edward

EPOV

"So, how'd it go?" Alice automatically attacked me.

"Alice, why are you asking me if you probably already saw it?" I walked past Alice into the apartment.

"Because it's no fun just watching it. I want to know how it all felt." Alice put on her puppy dog face.

"Well, she didn't treat me like a piece of wood." I could feel Alice getting aggravated with me.

"Edward!" she whined.

"I think I'm falling in love with her all over again." I said sheepishly.

"Oh my god, you guys are so totally going to get back together. But did you invite her on a date?"

"Yeah." I started to get panicky. Was it to fast, what if…

"Edward, relax, I just wanted to know. As girl code in general, she won't respond for at the least a day, but in circumstances, I'd say three days max. I think I'll use that time to my advantage. I wonder if she likes to shop now…" Alice started to form plans in her head, leaving me to my own thoughts.

Now how am I going to make it through three days?

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