It was hard to decide what to wear. I didn't want to dress up too much, but I didn't want to be dressed in a ragged pair of jeans, either. I pulled out everything in my closet and spread it across the bed.
"Hmm…" I was eyeing a deep blue blouse my mother had given me for Christmas the year before. I grabbed it and pulled it over my head and turned to look in the mirror. I looked myself up and down, and then twirled around like a ballerina. It looked fine for tonight, I thought.
"Eh, it will do." I glanced once more at myself and then pulled on a pair of black dress pants.
Despite how much I had hoped for this day, I was terribly nervous. I had no clue what to do or say around Edward. It seemed, in the few short weeks that he and his family had been here, that everyone acted so awkward around the Cullen's. What would I say to him?
That uneasy nervousness stayed with me until I heard a quick knock at the door. My head snapped up and I glanced over to my alarm clock. It was six-thirty, right on time. My heart started to thump ecstatically. I jumped up and hurried down the stairs.
"Bells? Who's at the door? Wow. You look nice," Charlie gave me one of his crinkly smiles.
Crap. I must have been so excited about my date with Edward that I'd forgotten to tell Charlie.
I returned a smile, "Uh, thanks, Dad. Sorry, I forgot to tell you. I'm going out with a friend tonight." A friend. Uh-oh. Once Charlie saw Edward he wouldn't believe me at all. This may or may not turn out so good, I thought.
"Oh, alright, don't be too late," He waved and returned to the sofa and his hockey game. Whew! Thank gosh he didn't hang around to see who I was going out with. I opened the door and stepped out before I even looked at him.