Ahhhh finally writing again. But i doubt that will last very long. Thanks for reading, even if it's just my friends.
Twilight is not mine, but if it was, I would be married to Robert Pattinson by now.
I woke up feeling like I had the best dream ever thought of during a REM cycle. Yup, Edward kissing me.
Wait.
That was real.
Sweet.
And then I remembered I had a date with him set for later tonight. Boo yah, inner fist pump.
Hmmm, now I have to get through the whole day without checking the clock every 15 minutes. Ah well, I'm going on a date with Edward Cullen, I think I'm allowed to anticipate all I want.
Well since I'm going out I should probably finish my homework due tomorrow since it was only my first semester. No need to get behind that quickly.
I booted up my laptop and decided to skip breakfast and wait til lunch. I worked until my stomach was too loud to ignore and ran down to the cafeteria for a sandwich.
When I finished my reading for my American Lit class, it was already 5:00. Bollocks, I still needed to shower. Angela had been in and out of the room all day and wondered why I was suddenly freaking out.
"Dude, what are you looking for?" she asked me.
"I can't find my favorite bracelet. It's been through so much with me. I need my Disneyland one for my date," I responded exasperatedly.
"I'm sure you put it somewhere logical and not at the bottom of your sock drawer. And who is the date with? Someone you actually want to be on a date with?" She wiggled her eyebrows at me.
I blushed and answered, "Yeah, it's with Edward Cullen".
"Holy Shit, the sophomore sex god? I am so jealous. What are you secrets? Scratch that, let me help you get ready and then you can tell me details after. Like describing his tongue" she had a creepy grin on her face with a far off look.
"Um, Angela, you're a freak. And I can already say his tongue is delightful," I turned around so she wouldn't see my goofy grin.
"WHAT!" she screeched. "How did I not know about this?"
"It was late last night, you were already asleep. And I didn't think you could be so girly about it. Sheesh Angela, you disappoint me," I told her cheekily.
"Um, have you looked at Edward? He could make me turn into a man if I found out he was gay! Okay, probably not, but nonetheless he is gorgeous woman!"
"I get it, I know. Now please tell me I won't have to lock you in the closet when he comes here to get me" I implored her with my eyes to calm down.
"I'll be good, don't worry. Besides, it's not like I have to impress him since you already seemed to have got him," she spoke in a way that I wasn't threatened at all by her. I knew she was happy for me, she just also appreciated how attractive he was. I was certainly not going to fault her for that.
"Alright, I'm showering," I ran out before she could distract me with her sexy Edward talk.
It was only 5:30 when I finished with my shower so I put on some jeans and boots with a fancier- than- a -T-shirt- but -not- really -a- blouse and threw a cardigan over it so I wouldn't get cold. Angela had gone back to reading so I thought to pass the time I could break out some Pride and Prejudice to pass the time.
I had just wanted to read the Netherfield Ball scene and right as Caroline was giving advice to Elizabeth there was a knock at my door.
I looked at Angela and we shared a silent girl scream. Okay, time to reign in the inner fangirl and act normal tonight.
I got up to answer the door and almost gasped out loud with how delicious Edward looked. He was wearing jeans and converse with a T-shirt and a cardigan. Almost like me.
I smiled brightly and noticed the way his eyes lit up when he saw me.
"Hey," he said in his smooth voice.
"Hi," I kind of squeaked back.
He smirked and I retaliated with a shove in his gut and, "Shut up, you know the affect you have on me".
He looked past me into my room and noticed Angela on my bed. I could tell she was trying to not smile hugely. I turned toward her and said, "This is my roommate Angela".
"Hi, nice to meet you," he gave his way-too-handsome smile.
"Hello," she dazedly answered him.
I suggested we get going, secretly doing it so Angela wouldn't start to hyperventilate.
"So where are we going?" I asked curiously.
"It's a place I discovered with my parents. It's by the Capitol Building. It's called Cafe Berlin, I hope you like German food," he winked at me and I think I died a little inside. Who looks cute winking? Isn't it a move people learn at sleazy school?
"Yeah, I love German food. And that area is really pretty. We can walk the mall after," I tried to be subtle about how I wanted to continue the date. I think he caught on though because he smirked at me. But, who cares because he agreed with me.
We took the metro down to the mall stop and since it was crowded, he grabbed my hand so we wouldn't get separated. And lucky for me he didn't drop it when we emerged from the underground.
"So I've been thinking about something all day that I can't get out of my head. Do you think you could help me out with my problem," he asked cryptically.
"Sure... what do you need help with," I asked him while we walked, each of us facing the front.
"Great," he answered and stopped which tugged me back since I was still walking.
He moved his free hand up to my face to cup my cheek and leaned in for a kiss that was short but magnificent. You know that saying where a kiss can hold promise of even greater kisses later in the night? Well, now I knew what that meant.
"What was that for?" I asked a few seconds after the kiss had ended since I was dazzled into silence a bit.
"I told you, I had been thinking about wanting to do it all day. I couldn't wait till after dinner. I'm not that patient I'm afraid," he said with a wolfish grin. I couldn't help but giggle at his corniness.
"Well, I guess I can't argue with that logic," I smiled up at him and he squeezed my hand in response.
Once we reached Cafe Berlin, which was to the left of the Capitol Building with an outside patio, Edward was ever the gentleman and pulled my chair out for me.
"How are you like this? Like respectful to girls and all kind?" I asked. He really did seem too good to be true. His raw sex appeal also helped obviously.
"Well, between you and me," he leaned in across the table like he was telling me the secret ingredients to Dr. Pepper, "My mother raised me right."
I raised my eyebrows, unwilling to believe he's that ridiculously perfect.
"Actually, to tell you the truth, I wasn't the best person I could've been in high school, and I kind of regret taking advantage," he looked sheepish. That got me curious.
"What do you mean? Please tell me you weren't the man whore of the whole school," I started to get a little worried, since he probably could have gotten any girl he wanted.
"No, I just liked to play games with them a little. See how far girls would act crazy just if I smiled at them," he seemed ashamed. "And then I realized how awful that was, mostly because my mom caught me getting a free slice of pie at the diner I always went to".
I blinked at him and then burst into laughter.
"That's it. Jeez, I was expecting you got caught with her best friend in bed or something. Hmm, maybe I've heard about too much Desperate Housewives," I mused.
"Well, are you annoyed I seem so respectful of you?" he asked me.
"Absolutely not. I told you how impressed I was last night," I blushed just thinking about it and looked down at my hands in my lap.
He said with a soft voice how much fun he had the previous night and smiled shyly once I looked up.
"So, let's do the awkward and fun first date questions since I've never actually experienced them," I changed the subject so I wouldn't turn into a tomato since it was really hard thinking about our make-out session without becoming hot and bothered. Or think about what we might do later that night...focus, questions now.
"Okay, let me think of a good one. How about, tell me about yourself. Is that annoyingly general for you?" he laughed.
"Hmm, alright. I live alone with my dad. He always has a beer in his hand when he's home and it's usually when he's in front of the TV watching his baseball games. He's the chief of police in Forks. I was always quiet growing up and didn't bother making many friends since I always was reading. I've wanted to go to Georgetown for a really long time but I'm afraid to say it was because when I was reading a teen book, the really great guy from it who I fell in love with went there. So it wasn't entirely logical. Now my taste in books is centered around the classics and well-written literature. Your turn".
"Hold up, your father is a cop? Awesome," he said with a scared look on his face.
"Don't worry, he's all bark and no bite," I got immense pleasure from the fact that he was thinking about meeting my dad, which meant that he probably was interested in me on some sort of serious level.
Once he got over that bit of information he continued with his story, "I'm from Seattle my whole life. My mom is an interior designer and my dad is a doctor. I played soccer growing up while Alice came to the games to check out my hot friends. You already know I wasn't exactly respectful with the girls I knew,but to be fair they were all pretty silly and focused on hooking up with the hottest guys. Having Alice as a twin meant that I didn't have to do any shopping for myself but I always insisted only my jackets could be expensive. The rest were T-shirts and flannels that I actually felt comfortable in. My favorite book is Gulliver's Travels because I think it's hilarious and my favorite band is either Radiohead or Kings of Leon".
"Seriously? You're a Radiohead fan too? What's your favorite album. And be careful what you choose, because you can tell a lot about a person from their favorite Radiohead album," I tried to tell him ominously even though I was really curious.
"Tough question. But I would probably have to say The Bends. Does that pass your test?" he asked me earnestly. I loved how he really seemed to care what I thought. It made me like him more.
"Absolutely, I always waffle between The Bends and Kid A as my favorite. It depends on what mood and style I'm in," I smiled at how happy I was that he liked my favorite bands. We continued to talk about music throughout our food coming and into dessert. I gave him a couple of recommendations like The Frames and The Dead Weather while he told me to listen to Band of Skulls and The Black Keys.
When we walked out of the restaurant he grabbed my hand again and steered me to a small park a couple hundred yards away. We walked to a bench where he sat down and pulled me next to him. My entire right side was pressed up against his left, exactly as he intended.
He turned to me and whispered, "How do you feel about PDA?"
"I hate it," I responded.
He leaned so close to my ear that when he spoke, I could feel his lips on my earlobe, "That's too bad. But it's only public if there are people around. And I can't seem to see anyone".
If I didn't know any better, I would think he was trying to coerce me into rethinking that opinion. Except I might be okay with that now that I think about it.
His mouth was making a trail of feather light kisses along my ear and down to my neck. I think I might have whimpered it felt so good, but I wasn't positive of any of my actions. He was sensuously sucking on my neck and to be honest, I was surprised I even remembered the word sensuous to describe it.
My mind snapped into sensitivity overdrive and I was able to move my body toward him. This didn't really stop him from kissing my neck, but he did mutter if what he was doing was okay. The only thing I did to answer him was to grab his face and mash my lips against his.
Probably not exactly what he was expecting in response, but I think he was fine with the way things were headed. We were now turned toward each other, each with the others hair fisted into our hands and making out close to the way we had been the previous night.
Luckily I had the head to stop it before it became a straddle session, and I was grateful for my power of self-control because right as we caught our breath, A young family walked past on their way to the train station.
Edward and I looked at each other and laughed. Close call. He grabbed my arm and nestled it in his as we followed the family to the train station. He suggested we go back to his place for some privacy and 30 Rock. Honestly, I didn't even need Liz Lemon as an excuse to follow him home.
He lived in an apartment right next to campus with Jasper and Emmett, but fortunately for us, they were out partying with Alice and Rose. How they did it when they had classes the next day was beyond me. Then again, I was staying out late, too.
He pulled me over to the couch where he popped in Season 3 of 30 Rock where I made him play the flu shot one since I wanted to See Liz awkward dance.
It seemed like he watched me for most of the show since every time I caught him looking at me, he would just smile and chastely kiss my lips. It's not like I was going to say no to that.
At the end of the show, he reclined back on the couch and yawned.
"I'm pretty tired, and I should probably get going so you can get a good nights sleep," I told him.
"Well, you can sleep here if you don't want to walk back," he hesitantly said. I raised my eyebrows at him since he knew I wasn't that kind of girl. "Just to sleep. I promise. No funny business. I will sleep on the couch," he reassured me.
He looked so comfortable leaning back on the arm of the couch that I basically climbed on him to lean against his chest and look up at him.
"I really want to say you can sleep in the bed with me, but I'm not sure I'm ready for that yet. How about you sleep in Jasper's bed? You mentioned he was staying at Alice's tonight. I really don't want you to be uncomfortable," I told him honestly.
"I knew there was a reason I wanted to keep you around. You're so smart. Come on, I'll give you some old clothes to sleep in," he said while turning away from me toward his room. But not before I caught a smirk, and I guessed it had something to do with how much men like seeing women in their clothing. I smiled to myself as I followed him to his room.
"I had a great time again, Edward" I said, "And thanks for letting me crash here. And for being a gentleman about it."
"No problem," he smiled as he gave me an old high school soccer shirt of his and some boxers.
"I want you to know how much fun I have with you," I spoke to him while I crept closer to him. I trapped him against his dresser and stood on my tip toes to give him the sexiest kiss I knew how. Which probably wasn't amazing but I think he got my point.
He actually squeaked out that he would see me in the morning and to have a good sleep. Ha! I got Edward to squeak. Success. I called good night after him and shut the door. I didn't want him hearing me talk in my sleep.
As I lied down in his soft bed that amazingly smelled just like him, I was overjoyed with how well things were progressing between us. And so naturally. I never thought I would be this comfortable in a relationship. As I drifted off to sleep, I thought about how much I wanted to move farther along in our physical relationship. And also how ready I felt about it.
Thanks for reading people. I hope you liked it. It would really help if more people reviewed. Please. I am not beneath begging. Figuratively of course. So pretty pretty please with Rob Pattinson kisses on top will you drop me a line? Love all you readers! And I can say that since I don't actually know you. tehe