I didn't get any reviews. That's somewhat depressing. But I'll probably still post everything, even if it does seem that no one's reading it, because it's not like I have anywhere else to put it.

Disclaimer: Still don't own Edward Cullen. :(

After we pulled in the driveway and got the food in the house (Well, after he got them in the house. I tried to explain to him that I did not need his aid and could unload groceries on my own, but he was so much faster than me. I never really had a chance), I sat down on the couch and reached for the TV remote. Without a sound, Edward sat down on the chair as I lazily flipped through the channels. A few stolen glances at him told me he was bored.

"Is there something I can do for you?" I asked innocently.

"There's nothing more productive you could be doing?" he asked, exasperated.

"Hey, it's summer. It's fun to have a few days where you don't do anything." I leaned back and grinned. He opened his mouth to say something, but I successfully cut him off. "Just because you were born in 1901 and you don't have any real experience being a normal teenager–" He opened his mouth yet again, trying to object to my choice of the word 'normal, but I plowed right on–"doesn't mean you can't spend some time in your PJs watching some really good movies with me. Have you ever even seen some of the latest comedies out?"

He cleared his throat, and I wondered if vampires had to actually clear their throats. "Alice made me watch Mean Girls with her," he offered unwillingly.

I laughed. "Okay, okay. We're going to watch some movies. What do we need?" I grabbed a pen and paper from the side table drawer and started making a list. "Okay, we need food–for the human," I added hastily.

"You just bought 200 in groceries!" he exclaimed.

"Yeah, but I want iced coffee. Dunkin Donuts is a block away; we're fine," I assured him. "We need pajama bottoms. Hmm… you could always use some of Andy's. I'm sure he left some here…"

"Danny, I'm quite comfortable in the clothes I'm wearing."

"It's to set to the mood!" I growled, and Edward actually flinched a little."Alright, for movies… well, we need comedies. Waiting's my favorite. Plus, Old School's a must. Oh, and you have to see In the Land of Women. It's really underrated. Let's see, what else… Garden State is a good, quirky, off-the-cuff movie. Oh, and August Rush! That'll be our romance movie."

"Dan, that's fine movies," he croaked out.

"Well, if worse comes to worse, we have tomorrow." I flashed him a grin. He did another eye roll. "Alright; let's go!"

After we got my iced coffee from Dunkin Donuts, I stopped in Marshall's to get Edward a pair of flannel plaid PJs, despite his extremely loud and whiney protests. "My mom will notice if there wasn't anything charged on the card," was all I said, and he shut up. I contemplated getting him a pair of green and pink plaid pants, but upon seeing his horrified expression, I spared him and got plain red and black ones. 

After that, of course, I realized that I forgot to get M&M's, so that warranted a trip to Wawa. When I told him that, though, he looked puzzled.

"What's a Wawa?" he asked, and I giggled at his perplexed face.

"Twenty-four hour convenience store," I explained. "I guess a small-town boy like you wouldn't understand."

"Ha-ha."

We got home and I put Waiting in first. "I'm going to tell you right now, if you don't fall in love with Ryan Reynolds after this movie, you're insane. But that's okay if you don't, because then I'll just make you watch Definitely Maybe. Oh, and this is most definitely Dane Cook's best work. His stand-up is too overrated." Edward just nodded dumbly.

During the movie, Edward laugh out loud a few times. I could tell he got a little nervous at some of the racier parts, but that really just amused me.

After the movie, I looked at his face for a reaction as the credits rolled. "That… is your favorite movie?" he asked.

"Didn't you think it was funny?"

"Yes," he admitted. Victory! I thought. "But that movie is so…"

"For a guy," I offered, not surprised, seeing as I'd heard it numerous times before.

"Yes." He smirked. I rolled my eyes.

"You should know by now that I'm not a normal girl," I pointed out.

"You're right," he agreed, turning to look at the credits.

I hesitated. Something had been bothering me for a little while. "So, the guys want me to go to the shore with them tomorrow," I stated.

"I know. I was there," he said playfully.

"Yeah, well, it's supposed to be overcast tomorrow. And we'll go at night, too. It'll be fun. We'll go to Wildwood and we can go on the rides together. It'll be fun," I repeated, pleading.

"Dan…"he sighed, and I gave him my best puppy dog pout. Come on, Puppy Dog Pout. You were there for me in my times of need, don't let me down now! "Fine," he gave up.

I grinned and started tapping out the message to Dylan telling him we would be there. "Thanks!" I glanced at the clock. "It's only three. We can watch In the Land of Women now."



I jumped up and put in the next movie. When Kristen Stewart came on, I whispered to Edward, "I always imagined Bella to look like her."

"And what actor did you think I looked like?" he whispered back.

"I don't suppose you've seen Harry Potter, have you?" I asked, biting my lip.

"You think I look like Harry Potter?" he responded, shocked.

"No! Cedric Diggory! Now shush, we're missing the movie."

Another two hours later, we were ready for another. "Time for August Rush," I announced.

"Great," he muttered sarcastically. I shot him a look.

August Rush is one of the cutest movies, but in the middle, it can get a little boring for vampires and humans who have seen it about 37 times.

In order to keep myself entertained, I played with the hem of the blanket thrown on my legs. It was a small couch and I made sure that he was on it with me. I felt a little bad that I was making him into my girlfriend, but my real best girlfriend was on vacation all summer, and I only had Adam, Dylan, and James for company this summer.

My hand grazed his bare arm once or twice. It suddenly occurred to me that I hadn't actually made contact with Edward's skin the whole time he'd been in Philadelphia. It really was as icy as Stephenie Meyer described, and every time I'd accidentally touched him, I yanked my hand away in surprise. Edward didn't show any signs of noticing, and I figured that the touch was so light that he probably never felt it. So out of curiosity, I started to purposely touch him, observing his statuesque figure. I would hold my hand there longer to see if I could get any type of reaction. After I practically threw my hand on his arm, he turned and looked at me.

"Is there a reason you're touching me?" he asked, eyebrow raised.

"You're going to miss the movie," I shushed, eyes straight ahead, pretending that I had no idea of what he was talking about.

"It's gotten boring!" he complained.

"The ending is great, I swear." Only now did I look at him, and his face was a lot closer than he expected. My initial reaction was to pull away, but I felt frozen. I think I remember leaning in a bit, which would mean that I started it, but the exact details are not crystal clear.

But what I do remember is Edward Cullen's cold lips being pressed gently but firmly against mine. It couldn't have been more than a second or two. As his lips touched mine, his hands grasped the sides of my head and it took all my willpower not to shove my tongue in his mouth. After I broke apart, breathing just as hard as Bella claimed to during a few of their kisses, his were still on my face. We sat for a moment, still, as I tried to make my breathing catch up.



"Woah," I breathed. "That was… new."

"You've never kissed anyone before?" he asked, somewhat frowning.

"I've kissed one person before," I told him. "But it wasn't anything like that."

"It was James, wasn't it?" he questioned, and I scowled.

"No." I relaxed back into the couch. "I did kiss Adam on a dare two years ago, though. But I didn't count that. You've never met the guy I kissed." I grinned, remembering the promise he made me earlier. "But you will tomorrow night."

I heard a faint groan, but I just kept smiling and put Garden State in.

-x-

Sometime around 10:00 I woke up to Edward's ice cube hands laying a blanket over me. Drowsily, I realized that I'd shoved Edward off the couch. (Not physically, of course–he was a million times stronger than me.) I tried to apologize for falling asleep, but he shushed me.

"Just sleep, Danny," he murmured, kissing my forehead with a feather light touch.

"M'kay," I said back inaudibly, a minute after he'd gone upstairs.