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Sorry this one is so short. I'll make it up to you later.

Chapter 7

Another Awkward Phone Call

I wandered around downtown by myself. I looked in the odd shop window but had no interest in buying anything. Nothing interesting was ever open on Sunday afternoons.

Alice was having Jasper over that afternoon and I had decided that it would be best if I vacated the premises. The problem was that I didn't have anybody else to hang out with.

That morning I had found Rose's phone number in my bag. Alice said that Rose had dropped it in there for me before she had left. I could have called her, but I didn't feel like I knew her well enough yet.

My phone buzzed in my bag. I fished it out of its special little pocket and glanced at the caller I.D. screen.

Edward.

Why was he calling me? I still felt embarrassed about my conduct the two nights before and wasn't sure if I was ready to speak to him again or not.

Maybe he just has a question about the homework, I attempted to convince myself. That's the only reason why you two traded phone numbers in the first place.

Getting Edward's phone number had been a chore. I had decided that it would be best to trade numbers in case either of us ever missed class or ever needed help. Edward hadn't seemed to keen on the idea. I had to convince him that one never knew when one might miss class. He had laughed and said that, with my luck, I could end up in the emergency room at any time.

I hadn't been too pleased with his comment, but at least I had gotten his number.

We were past that stage now. After the other night there would be no more mean jokes at my expense. He wouldn't try to push me away anymore. That thought gave me what little courage I had to answer the phone.

I took a steadying breath and opened the phone. "Hello?"

"Hey, Bella. It's Edward."

I really didn't know why people always said who they were anymore. I everyone I knew had caller I.D. and all cell phones came with it.

"Hey Edward." Act casual. Don't too excited about him calling and don't get embarrassed.

"What are you doing?"

Why would Edward care about what I was doing?

"I'm, um, walking around town. Jasper is over at our place and I thought that I should leave them alone." I had tried to stay for a little while, but decided to leave instead. It had been awkward.

"I thought as much," Edward laughed. "I wouldn't want to be around the love birds either. I thought that I would rescue you. Do you want to come over?"

"Come over?" What did that mean? Come over and do what exactly? Talk? Play a board game? Plan our wedding?

"Yeah," he sounded a little confused, "isn't that what friends do? They hang out together."

Oh, friends. Right. I was beginning to develop a love-hate relationship with that word. I had almost forgotten that Edward and I had agreed to be friends. This was a thing that friends did.

"Oh, I guess I could." Keep it causal. You have other things that you could be doing. Let him give you a good reason why you should come over. You don't want to seem desperate for his attention. Even though you are.

"I was just going to watch Willow." He paused as if expecting some sort of reaction from me.

"Oh," I said after a moment, feeling the necessity to respond.

"Willow," he said again, this time much slower. "You've never seen Willow?"

"I can't say that I have."

"It's a George Lucas movie," Edward almost shouted into the phone. "He made it right after Star Wars. It's amazing!"

"I've never seen it," I shrugged. "Although I assume by that violent outburst that I am really missing something."

"It's starring Warwick Davis," Edward sounded exasperated. "He played Wicket."

"I know who Warwick Davis is," I snapped at him. "So what's it about? Is it anything like Star Wars?"

"Are you coming over?"

He wanted a commitment out of me. At that point I was ready to commit my entire life to him. He could have one afternoon if he wanted it.

"I'm walking to my truck. Now, what is it about?"

"It's a fantasy story with lots of magic and a baby in it. It's totally your thing."

"Why do you assume that I'll like it because a baby is in it?" I asked incredulously.

"Because you're a girl," Edward said casually, like it was the only reasonable answer

"What?" I didn't like being classified by my gender.

"It's the same with the Ewoks and other small animals. Women are programmed to like things with small symmetrical faces and big eyes. If women didn't love to look at babies then the babies would die."

I narrowed my eyes at the phone, but it was hard for me to argue with something that could be explained both psychologically and anthropologically. His argument made perfect sense to me. And, in my case at least, he was correct. I did love babies.

"Fine," I grumbled, slamming my truck door for emphasis. "I'll be there in fifteen minuets."

"See you then," I could almost hear him smiling on the other end.

"Bye," I tried not to sound to eager.

"Bye Bella."

The sound of him saying my name made my breath hitch in a way that caused me to have to sit in my truck for several moments in order to remember how to breathe again.

Yeah, so if you haven't seen Willow go out and see it. I personally like it better than Star Wars. It's pretty much amazing.

For those of you who didn't like my anthropology comment, I am sorry. It's just a theory, a theory that can be backed up by a lot of studies. And I know that not all females like kids and stuff like that, but Edward was just being kind of general, and again, he's not good at talking to girls. He's not being sexist or trying to offend anyone, so calm down. :)

Yep, so short chapter to develop some kind of a friendship. I had thought about writing them watching the movie, but then I thought that might be boring since I've already done that once and I'm going to do it again. I wont make you sit through too many movies. Wow, I seem to ramble on on this thing. I'm going to stop now.

Thanks for reading! :)