Chapter Three
I cried on my way to Alice's car. When the car came into view I wiped my eyes with the back of my jacket sleeve and wiped the snot off my nose. Rose and Alice weren't at the car, but I figured as much because I would of seen them if they walked by. Or they would have heard Edward screaming at me. I thought briefly about walking back to the thrift store instead of just waiting by the car, because it's Alice and fifteen minutes usually doesn't mean fifteen minutes. But I didn't want to walk back, because of the cold but mostly because I didn't want to have to face Edward again. Even if he might not see me.
So I slid down the side of Alice's car, and pulled my knees up to my chest. I rested my head in between my slightly parted knees, and cried quietly. I wasn't even sure why I was crying. I wanted it to be the fact that somebody screamed at me, when I tried to do something nice but I knew that wasn't the case. I didn't even know Edward which made the whole situation ridiculous. But I wanted to know him, very much. And I knew I couldn't do that when I felt bad for him. Because he didn't want pity. He had made that pretty clear.
I wasn't sure how long I sat there on the cold ground, but eventually I heard loud laughing and light footsteps coming in the distance. I quickly straightened myself out. Standing up, I used the side of the car to balance myself. I fixed my shirt and wiped my eyes and nose again. "Hey guys." I grimaced when my voice cracked.
They slowed their paces, and their laughter died down, when they noticed me standing there. I'm sure I looked like shit, I probably had mascara running down my cheeks. I looked up, and forced a small smile, but I was positive it didn't look anything like one. Alice frowned giving me a sympathetic look. "What's wrong Bella?" She asked quietly, coming to stand beside me.
"Nothing." I forced a dramatic yawn, and rubbed my eyes. "Just tired." They both looked at me long and hard. Obviously I was lying. My eye makeup wouldn't be a mess and my face wouldn't be red and wet if I was just tired. After studying my face for a good long minute, both girls seemed to be fine with the way I looked and surprisingly let it go.
"Come on, hurry up Alice. I need my beauty sleep." Rose sighed loudly and walked to the passenger side door. She tapped her manicured fingers on the windshield while Alice stared intently at me. I just shrugged my shoulders and gave her the best smile I could muster. She frowned back at me and clicked a button on her key chain to unlock the doors. Once inside the car, Alice turned the heat on full blast. I laid my head against the cold glass window and closed my eyes. Nobody talked the whole way home, but Alice kept looking back at me through the rear view mirror.
An hour or so later I said my goodbyes to Alice and Rose and hopped into my old truck. I didn't wait for the heat to turn on, and I didn't bother messing around with the radio. I started my truck, and it groaned to life. Fifteen minutes later I was home. I kicked my boots off and through them in the closet, and same with my jacket. Charlie was passed out on the coach by the time I got home. I through an old blanket that was on the back of the coach over him. He snored and grunted in his sleep peacefully. I cleared the empty beer bottles that scattered the coffee table, and put them in the trash bin. I put his sandwich that I bought him in the fridge, something for him to take to work tomorrow. And then I made my way upstairs.
I got ready for bed fairly quickly, doing my usual nighttime routine. Putting my hair up, washing my face and brushing my teeth. I dressed in a pair of sweats and one of Charlies old t-shirts for bed. Surprisingly I fell asleep pretty fast. I knew there was no way I was going to fall asleep with Edward on the brain. So instead of driving myself crazy trying to figure him out, or replaying the night over and over again. I did the next best thing: I counted backwards from one hundred. And by the time I got to seventy-three I was fast asleep.
I woke up the next morning ten minutes before my alarm was suppose to go off. Overall I felt okay. I did my morning shower, got dressed. I blow dried my hair and straightened my bangs to get rid of the frizz. I applied my makeup like I usually did every morning.
School went by pretty quickly. I kept to my self for the most part though. I couldn't really describe it. I sort of felt like I was lying to Rose and Alice, and that was something I had never done before. I knew I couldn't come out and confess my weird feelings for Edward. I wasn't even sure if I had feelings for Edward, but I knew that I cared for him. I tried very hard to analyze my feelings for him. I tried to tell myself that he was homeless, and of course I was going to care. I would feel this way over any other homeless person if I had met one before I had met Edward. But I knew that wasn't the case. Because I wasn't just interested in Edward because he was homeless, I was interested in Edward for the sake of him being Edward.
Alice and Rose had asked me to go out with supper with them that night but I had made up some lame excuse about having to be home with Charlie. I think I said I haven't been home for supper for over a week, and I feel bad. I think I should cook him supper tonight. It was a bold faced lie. Which is why I couldn't look them in the eyes when I told them, instead I just watched myself kick the ground at my feet. They didn't say anything about it thankfully. They just shrugged their shoulders and went on with the rest of their day. And so did I. I knew they could tell that there was something wrong with me. I mean, I could even notice that I was acting off since last night. Alice probably noticed more then Rose, because she was more observant but she had never said anything. I think she realized that I'd come to her when I was ready.
Other then that my day was normal. I came home, did some homework in front of the TV. And I cooked hash browns for supper when Charlie came home from work. The next day fell in the same matter. I got up, went to school, lied my way out of hanging with Rose and Alice, came home, homework and made supper for Charlie before I went to bed.
By the time Thursday night had arrived I was driving myself crazy. The rain had started up again, so we had no more nice sunny days. And the weather seemed to be picking up. It was getting colder, and every night I sat in my warm bed while the rain splattered on the roof and on my window I thought of Edward. I wondered if he was in some homeless shelter, trying to stay warm. But when I couldn't sleep that night I went on my computer and looked up homeless shelters in Port Angele's, but I couldn't find anything. Which made me worry more. I desperately wanted to go see him every night before I went to bed. I wanted to know if he was okay. And that's when I knew that no matter what, I was always going to think of Edward. It didn't matter if I never seen him again, I was always going to think about him. He was always going to be in the back of my mind because that was the type of person I was, and because I had a conscious. At least, that's what I liked to believe.
So Wednesday night and Thursday night before I went to bed, I stopped myself into driving an hour to Port Angele's to see Edward. I told myself that I was completely insane because I only knew Edward's name and that he played the guitar since he was five.
But Edward was on my mind constantly. And I wanted so bad to see him, but I didn't want to seem like some stalker. And I wasn't even sure if he wanted to see me. As far as I knew he hated me for taking pity on him. But I had already made my decision. So when I woke up Friday morning, I was in better spirits because tomorrow I was going to see Edward. I wasn't sure if he was going to want to talk to me, or what I was even going to say to him. I wasn't even sure where he would be, but I wasn't going to go home until I found him and told him how sorry I was.
Friday after school Rose and Alice asked if I wanted to go out to coffee with them. I didn't even drink coffee but I wasn't going to say no, and for whatever reason Alice thought I was. She pouted her lips, hugged me while whispering pretty please over and over again. Eventually I told her I'd go, after a lot of begging on her part mind you. She squealed and jumped up and down while clapping her hands together. Rose and I both covered our ears with the palms of our hands and laughed. After school I followed them to the coffee shop in my truck. It was fairly busy, because of the season and the fact that school had just let out.
Rose and Alice were already there, already at a table towards the back of the cafe. When I walked into the cafe, I noticed Jessica, Lauren, Tyler and Mike there as well, at another table. Angela and Ben were also there, huddled together closely in the opposite corner. I smiled at Angela and Ben as I walked past them, unzipping my jacket and pulling my hood down. My boots squeaked on the wood floor as I walked. I tried to ignore Jessica's table because I didn't want Mike to talk to me, so as I walked past their table, I quickened my steps. Mike waved frankly at me, while I gave him a timid smile back. "Bella?" Somebody familiar said as I almost made it to Alice and Rose's table.
I sighed before turning around. "Hey Tyler." I said forcing a smile.
"What's up?"
"Just going to have coffee with Alice and Rose." I mumbled, pointing my thumb in the direction of Alice and Rose.
"Oh." He said awkwardly, a small blush coloring his face. He played with the hem of his shirt, while he tapped his foot absently.
"Yeah, um..." I didn't know what to say. Tyler was an alright boy. He wasn't like Mike, Jessica and Lauren so most of the time I wondered why he even hung out with them. He was quiet and shy for the most part, and had never really started a conversation with me before. He was cute, but sort of on the nerd side. He was taller then me by at least a couple inches. His skin had more of an olive complexion while his hair was a light brown and his eyes were blue. I had always thought it was a weird combination. "Is there anything you want?"
I tried not to sound pushy, but honestly I just wanted to get over to Rose and Alice. I wasn't into the whole awkward conversations that had no point. He nodded his head shyly, while a deep red colored his cheeks. I looked around aimlessly, looking anywhere but at Tyler's face. He was looking down at his feat, as he kicked at the wood floor. "I was wondering if you had a date for homecoming?" He mumbled so low I almost didn't hear him.
Awkward.
I inwardly rolled my eyes. He was friends with Mike, and he must have told him my thoughts on the matter. "I, uh... like I told Mike. I'm not even sure if I'm going. Dances aren't really my thing, you know?" He nodded shyly still not looking at me. "But if I go, you'll be the first person I tell, okay?" I said trying to sound comforting and convincing, but I was positive I wasn't going to go. He nodded again. "Well, I'm going to go now... okay?" When he didn't say anything, I backed away from him slowly before turning around and almost running to a laughing Alice and Rose.
"Your face is bright red." Rose laughed clutching her side. Today she was wearing light color jeans, with a pair of blue ballet flats. She was wearing a purple tank top, while her blond hair flowed over her shoulders and down her back. I glared at her taking my mittens off, and setting them on the granite table. "What was that even about?" She asked, still laughing.
"None of your business." I snapped, narrowing my eyes at her. I was still fairly pissed from when she made that unnecessarily comment on Edward's situation the last night when we were in Port Angele's. Of course she didn't know that I was pissed because I hadn't said anything to her. She stopped laughing immediately, and looked at me with wide eyes. I hung my jacket on the back of my chair, and took a seat. I shrugged my shoulders at Rose while keeping my gaze on the table in front of me. "Did you even hear us?"
"No." Alice giggled. "But it was so funny to see your face."
"Uh, huh." I sighed, leaning my elbow on the table, and cupping my cheek with my hand. I absently drew small circles on the table not finding whatever they're laughing at funny.
"What's wrong?" Alice asked, seriously. All laughter and joking wiped from her face. Rose pursed her lips while leaning her elbows on the table, and put her chin in the palms of her hands.
"Nothing." I shrugged. I wasn't sure why I was in a mood. I mean, if Alice or Rose were in the same situation I was just in, I probably would have found it funny. But they weren't, and I felt bad for letting Tyler down. Tyler was a nice boy, and he'd probably make a good date, a quiet date. But a nice one. He wouldn't be trying to get me to have sex with him, and he wouldn't feel me up on the dance floor.
Thankfully the waitress interrupted and asked us what we wanted. I ordered a hot chocolate, while Rose and Alice both ordered some fancy french vanilla, cappuccino drink with extra foam and chocolate sprinkles. I rolled my eyes at the table because Alice did not need any more energy.
By the time our drinks came the tension was thick. Nobody had said anything in almost seven minutes. I kept my gaze down on the hot chocolate in front of me, while Rose mimicked my actions. I could see Alice bouncing up and down in her seat beside Rosalie but she never said anything. From the corner of my eye, I could see her mouth was pulled together in a tight line, and her face was going red. She wanted to speak. I sighed. "What Alice?"
"Jasper and I had sex!"
"What!?" Rose and I both said at the same time. Hot drinks forgotten in front of us. Alice's face turned Scarlett at our outburst. Which caused me and Rose to glance at one other and giggle. Alice was fidgeting with a napkin in front of her, tearing small pieces off it.
"When?" I asked, surprising myself with how much I wanted to know. We've had the sex talk before, but that was last year, and all of us were still virgins. I still got red-faced even thinking about last years conversation. It was graphic and humiliating. Alice had actually sat us in the middle of her living room when her parents weren't home. She said she'd be right back. And when she came back she was holding a banana and a condom wrapper. She told us that we had to know how to put on a condom perfectly for times in the future. Rose couldn't get hers on, and it ended up flying and smacking me in the eye. Later on that night, she wanted to watch porn to learn different positions. It was so embarrassing and uncomfortable.
"Last night." She mumbled in a small voice.
"Did you use protection?" I asked, leaning over the table.
She gaped at me. "Well, of course!"
Rosalie laughed. "So how was it?"
"Well, it hurt-"
"Did you bleed? A lot?" I asked, interrupting her.
She shook her head. "No, not a lot. But there was some blood-"
"Did you O?" Rosalie asked, excitement and humor in her eyes.
Alice laughed, and shook her head yes, a small blush covering her cheeks."What the hell Rose, how do you even know what an O is?" I asked her.
"What the hell Bella?" She mocked me, smacking her lips. "You still haven't had one?" I turned red and shook my head. "You don't touch yourself?" She asked, gasping.
"What the fuck, no!" I almost screamed, completely mortified. I frantically looked around our table, hoping nobody had heard that.
"My mother got you that present for a reason." It was true, when I had turned fifteen, Charlie had asked Rosalie's mother to have the sex talk with me, since he was way too embarrassed to have that awkward conversation with me. And thank goodness he didn't, because that would have been ten times more mortifying then receiving a purple dildo from Rose's mother. She didn't even have the talk with me. She just handed me the box and expected me to know how to use it. To this day, the box is neatly hidden under my bed, untouched.
"I'm not going to lose my virginity to that!"
Alice used the palm of her hand to stifle her giggles, but I still heard them. I ignored her though, and glared daggers at Rose. "Okay then." She mumbled, smirking into her cup as she took a small sip. I could feel my face practically on fire.
It was awkward after that. Well for me. Not for them. After couple of minutes they'd burst into random fits of laughter, while I could feel my whole face, neck and ears flame up. The anger from earlier was easily forgotten, and for some reason I couldn't find it in me to get mad at them for enjoying my discomfort. I had to admit the whole thing was completely hilarious. So I left around five thirty on a good note. Charlie had just got home and wasted no time dipping into the beer. I ignored it and made burgers and fries for supper. Charlie ate his supper in front of the flat screen while I ate my by myself in the kitchen.
I got ready for bed by eight thirty, feeling a little excited for tomorrows adventure. I made sure to tell Charlie I was going to the library before I went up the stairs to bed. He didn't ask any questions, but I had already knew he wouldn't. I told him I'd be back by nine because the library closed at eight. He grunted and nodded his response, telling me that he'd be with the Black's all day tomorrow anyway. I fell asleep around nine or nine thirty, because I kept tossing and turning.
I kept replaying that night over in my head. I kept thinking of different scenarios I'd say tomorrow that would get him pissed off at me again. Which was ridiculous, because I wasn't even sure if he was going to forgive me yet. I just hoped he would. Eventually I fell asleep.
I thought I had woke up fairly early to the sound of Charlie closing his car door. But when I looked at the clock, it read ten fifteen. I wasn't sure why I had sleep in later then I anticipated, I guess I was just catching up on the lack of sleep I had missed throughout the week. I took extra time getting ready this morning, even though it was pointless. He wasn't going to care what I looked like or smelt like. I had a shower, taking my time shaving my legs and underarms which again was unnecessary. I took my time blow drying and straightening my hair, and applying a small amount of makeup. I dressed in jeans, a tank top and a pull over sweater. On my way out the door I pulled on my everyday boots and jacket. I made sure I left Charlie a note telling where I was and when I'd be home in case he didn't remember last night.
I was completely nervous by the time I was almost to Port Angele's. I could feel my palms sweating on the steering wheel. My bangs kept going in my face, and I had to keep blowing them away, it was driving me nuts. It was raining, and the sound the windshield wipers were also driving me batty. Thankfully I had got my radio working, so I wasn't listening to static, but it wouldn't go very loud. So I couldn't drown out the noise of the windshield wipers and the loudness of my truck. I breathed a sigh of relief when I passed the sign: Welcome to Port Angele's. I just had to find him now.
I drove to the McDonald's that I had met him at, I figured he'd be inside since it was raining, but their was no sign of him. I drove up and down the streets that were around McDonald's, but still not sign of him. I parked my truck at Cafe Garden and walked up and down the board walk. But still nothing. I check the ally, but he wasn't anywhere to be seen. I was soaked now, from the walking and the rain. I sighed and blew a puff of air. I stood on the middle of the sidewalk awkwardly, just thinking. Where would he be? Nobody was on the street, most likely hiding from the rain. A couple cars passed me, but nothing that stood out. The fog from the rain made it hard to see the islands off of the coast of Port Angele's. "Looking for somebody?" I heard somebody say from behind me.
I almost squealed at the sound of his voice, but I reminded myself not to act like a crazy person. I didn't want to scare him away. I slowly turned around, biting my lip. I could feel the full smile that was trying to break its way through. "Hi," I said lamely.
"Hi." He repeated me, with no sound of emotion in his voice at all. At least he didn't sound angry. I reminded myself, but then he didn't sound happy to see me either. He was soaked, more wet then me. Little beads of water were dripping down his face. He was wearing a different sweater today, a red one. But it was the same style as the black one I've also seen him in. Just a plain pull over. He was wearing the same jeans though, dark and frayed. Muddy. His back pack was around one shoulder hanging off the side, under his arm. His guitar case was hanging loosely off of his other arm. He had his hood down, so I could see the auburn color of his hair, almost looking brown with the rain.
We stood there, awkwardly for a couple long moments. I knew I didn't know what to say, and I had hoped when I seen him that something would come out, or I'd think of something but nothing. I wanted to say I was sorry. But every time I opened my mouth, no words came out. "Uh, huh." He mumbled awkwardly, and swiftly turned around heading in the opposite direction.
"Shit." I said, clenching my fists. I ran the twenty feet between us, and pulled on the sleeve of his sweater when I had caught up to him. When he turned around, he looked tired, and worn down. He rolled his eyes dramatically trying to cover it up. "I'm sorry." I muttered, looking up in his eyes.
He stood tall, a couple inches on my five foot seven. He sighed. "What do you want from me Bella?" He said in a sad, desperate tone.
"I want to be friends." I mumbled without thinking. "Give me another chance." He didn't say anything, he slowly closed his eyes. He hunched his shoulders slightly, but I didn't let go of his sleeve. "Please." I whispered.
"Why?"
That question caught me off guard. Because I hadn't even thought about why I wanted to be his friend. "Because..." I said lamely, but no words would come out.
"Because?" He mocked me, and then he laughed humorlessly. I frowned. "Good answer Bella. Now could you leave me alone?" He said harshly, yanking his arm from my grasp and stalked off in the opposite direction.
"Please Edward." I yelled. I felt absolutely ridiculous standing in the middle of the sidewalk while the rain continued to pour on my soaking wet frame, yelling after a homeless boy who obviously didn't care what I had to say. But I desperately had to get him to stop walking away from me, I just didn't know how. My mind felt like it was going a million miles per second, thinking of different things I could say to get him to stop. Nothing seemed good enough, or would have the opposite reaction then the one I wanted. "Come out to eat with me." I yelled, which thankfully made him stop.
"What?" He asked, turning around. I ran over to him so I was standing directly in front of him. I ignored how nicely his face looked while it was wet and blinked back the rain from my own face.
"Lets go out to dinner." I said lamely.
"Are you fucking joking? Is that some kind of sick joke?" He hissed.
I shook my head, blinking back tears. Nothing I was saying was coming out right. I kept my eyes closed as I talked. "Look, I don't care what you are, or where you came from or where you sleep during the night." I winched, that sounded harsh. "I care about you Edward. And I want to get to know you. Why won't you give me the chance?" I chocked back a sob as I said the last part.
He closed his eyes briefly, clenching and unclenched his jaw. I watched his Adam's apple bob up and down with every swallow. It was silent for a while, as he pondered over what I has just asked. The rain continued to pour, soaking us both. My hair was sticking to my neck and face, while my jeans felt heavy. "Fine." He huffed after a couple moments of silence. I opened his eyes and I gaped at him, which caused him to laugh. Anger gone and wiped clean from his face. "Fine," he said again, trying to convince himself - of what, I don't know. "We'll go out to dinner, but I'm paying and it has to be some where's cheep. None of that fancy shit."
He gave me a crooked smile, trying to lighten the mood. It made my heart flutter. I giggled, girlishly and embarrassingly. "Okay, but how about I pay for me, and you pay for you?"
He put his index finger to his chin, and seemed to ponder over that for a couple of seconds. I smiled at him, not being able to hide it. He smiled back at me and nodded his head. "Deal."
Edward had pointed out a small cafe at the end of the street. It wasn't big by any means, just a little cafe. I smiled and blushed as Edward held the door open for me in a very gentlemanly fashion. I was immediately hit with a blast of warm air, I hadn't even realized I was cold until we got inside. Go find a table, I'll get the stuff. What do you want? He said, in which I replied after I quickly scanned the overhead bored with all the menu choices. Just get me a bagel with cream cheese and a hot chocolate. The place was quiet, but that could have been because there were only one other couple other then Edward and I.
The teenage girl worked behind the counter glared at Edward and I as we walked in. As soon as the doors bell rang, stating that they had customers the other couple in the corner looked up at us too. I knew the look on their faces, the same look Rose was sporting when she seen Edward for the first time. They wrinkled their noses in disgust. I wasn't sure if Edward was completely oblivious to it, or if he just chose to ignore it. Either way when Edward's back was to me, I gave them the finger. They gaped at me, and the women put her hand on her chest and gasped. In which I smirked too, and linked arms with Edward as he waited in line. It was a small gesture, honestly it didn't mean anything. I linked arms with Rose and Alice daily, but I couldn't help but blush when Edward looked down at me with wide eyes. I guess he wasn't expecting contact.
He smelt like I had thought he smelt, BO. It wasn't harsh or strong, but I could smell it coming off him. "I thought I told you go find a seat."
"I know, but I wanted to wait and line with you." I smiled up at him, and he nodded and smiled back. I tightened my grip on his arm, letting him know that I wasn't going anywhere.
The cashier glared at us when we stood in front of her. And asked us what we wanted in the rudest tone. I couldn't help but narrow my eyes at her, with the look she was giving Edward. I wanted to climb over the counter and bash her face in with a coffee pot, which surprised me because I wasn't usually a violent person. I wasn't even sure if she had noticed me there. Edward ordered for us, and the total came to three dollars and some odd cents. I gave Edward my share of the money - a measly two dollars. Since he had only ordered a hot chocolate for himself. But he shook his head, which made me mad because we had agreed I'd pay for myself and he'd pay for himself.
He dug in his pockets with both hands while my arm was still linked with his. He pulled out a dollar bill and a couple cents which would have been enough for him. "Edward, it's fine. I told you I was going to pay for me." He didn't look at me, or the cashier for that matter. He nodded his head and looked down at the counter in front of him, a small blush coloring his cheeks. I squeezed his arm and gave the cashier the rest of the change. The cashier with the blond hair and pink popping bubble gum - who distinctly reminded me of Jessica - told us to find a table, and she'd bring it over to us.
Edward still kept his head down, and shoulders hunched as we walked over to a two person table. It was away from the douche couple on the other side of the cafe. I sat in front of Edward instead of beside him, because that was wear the chair was even though I was dying to sit beside him, and I missed the contact of holding his arm. He sat his guitar and book bag on the floor beside him. Our drinks and my bagel came but Edward had yet to say anything. He stared intently at his hot chocolate in front of him, cupping it with both hands and leaning back in his chair. A piece of his wet hair was in his face and I so desperately wanted to swipe it back. But I didn't, instead I gripped my coffee mug. "What's wrong?" I asked in almost a whisper.
He shook his head, bringing his eyes up to me and giving me a small smile. "Nothing, I just wanted to pay. I felt like an ass that I didn't have enough money."
I smiled. "Edward, it's fine. I already told you. The deal was me pay for me, and you pay for you. I got a bagel and hot chocolate which cost more then just your hot chocolate."
"I know," he sighed.
My bagel smelt so good, it immediately made my stomach growl. But I didn't want to shove it down my throat like a hungry animal especially when I didn't know when the last time Edward ate was. "Do you want to share my bagel? I can't eat all this." I lied, smiling at him. I tried to be reassuring even though my stomach was telling me to tell Edward to go hell. Thankfully he didn't seem offended that I asked if he wanted to share, he nodded, and grabbed half of the bagel.
He ate half the bagel in one bite, which made me frown. He wore baggy clothing, so I couldn't tell if he wasn't eating but his face looked sort of shallow. I frowned as he shoved the bagel whole in his mouth. He gave me a timid smile as I watched him eat, while his face turned a little pink. I forced a smile and picked at the end of my bagel. But I couldn't eat knowing that he wasn't and I could just go home later and make whatever I wanted. "Phew, I'm full." I lied, "do you want the rest of this?" He looked at me skeptical, raising his eyebrow, "don't worry. I had a big dinner." I lied again.
He ate the rest of my bagel slow and timidly. We spent the rest of the evening quizzing each other on books, movies, TV shoes and music. Both completely oblivious as the day turned to night outside the windows of the cafe. I found out a lot about Edward that I probably wouldn't even guessed. I found out he hangs out at the library most of the time, catching up on his reading and whatever is happening in the world via newspaper. I found out his favorite TV show use to be Cops and America's Most Wanted. Which had me laughing, because Charlie watches those shows every Saturday night. He didn't have a favorite movie, because there were so many to chose from and it had been so long since he had last seen one. His favorite type of music is rock. He hates rap and pop music with a passion. I found out his favorite color was red. With every question he asked, I asked one back.
Most of the conversation was on me, and I don't think I talked about myself that much in my entire life. I tried to stay clear of conversations about his family and why he ended up becoming homeless. We were having a good day and I didn't want to bring that kind of shit into it and make him feel crappy. I tried not to talk about my life that much because I was scared it might offend him or make him miss whatever he lost. But he asked me about my family and friends. And I told him about Charlie, Alice and Rose. I even told him about Jessica, and Mike, which had him laughing a throaty laugh. He seemed genuinely interested in hearing anything I had to say. He asked about school and what I wanted to be when I finished, but I didn't have an answer because I didn't know yet. But it felt nice to laugh and joke around with him. It felt even better to watch him laugh and see him happy. Every once in a while he'd throw his head back in laughter and I'd swallow nervously as I watched his Adams apple bob up and down. I honestly felt sick with myself, I was acting like a horny school girl. I was acting like Rose.
Eventually we were interrupted by the Jessica-look alike. "Um, were closing in a few minutes." She said timidly.
"Shit. What time is it?" I asked with wide eyes.
"Almost nine." She replied with a yawn.
"Shit." I said again. Where at the time gone? I looked at Edward apologetically, in which he just gave me a small smile. Edward stood up, when I stood up. He grabbed his guitar and book bang, throwing it over his shoulder. I put my jacket back on, that I had took off and put on the back of the chair somewhere in between our five hour conversation. "I'm really sorry Edward."
He shrugged. "It's really okay Bella. We had a nice time."
I smiled and nodded. "Yes we did." He held the door open for me again when we walked out. It was colder, which instantly made me worry about Edward. I was hesitant to leave him. We hadn't had a chance to talk about where he spent his nights so I still didn't know, and I wasn't going to bring it up now.
"I'll walk you to your car." He said we walked down the street. I nodded, but overall the walk back to my car was spent in silence. I'd sigh every one in a while, and Edward would look over at me and give me a weird look. I wanted to touch him, to link arms with him but I felt weird about it now.
Finally we reached my car, "well, this is me." I muttered awkwardly, turning red. Thankfully it was dark and he couldn't see. He nodded, and gave me a small smile as I stuck my key in and unlocked my door. "I'll come back." I said quickly and a little rushed. I jumped into the cab of my truck and he nodded again, giving me a tight smile. He shut the door for me and backed away. I turned my car on, keeping my eyes on Edward as he slowly backed away from my car and hid in the darkness of the streets. I pulled out of the parking lot and watched Edward in the side mirror watch me drive away.
A/N: Phew, that was a bitch to write.
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