Chapter Five: Esme asks lots of questions!

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Previously:

I walked back over to Alice who was smiling mischievously.

"What Alice?"

"Oh I got your whole 'slip-up' recorded on my phone!" she shouted then bolted out of Starbucks before I could kill her.

I groaned and then followed suit.

EPOV

I love getting people's numbers. Not that I get very many ones from females. I have the numbers of the gas man, mailman, police officer next door, My parents and so on. But this is the one number I want. Well the serviette actually has 3 numbers on it, an address and... what the hell?... even a photo of Bella.

I wonder what Alice keeps in her bag to come up with a photo of her best friend. I must admit, it's a damn good photo. I should buy a frame for it tomorrow because I don't have time tonight because my parents are coming around for dinn-.

"Oh shit!" I exclaimed.

"Still fantasising over Bella Swan my dear buddy?" Jacob asked.

"No. It's just past six. I have to go home and start cooking dinner as my parents are coming in under an hour!"

"Okay just relax. Well at least we're only two blocks from your house. Just go now and then call me after your parents leave. I know that girls can make you forgot things. I have that problem with Ness-" I interrupted Jake.

"Alright. Must dash. Have fun and look both ways while crossing the street," I smiled. We have had that saying for almost ten years. You know... I think we were slightly intoxicated when we came up with that.

"Fine. Make sure you don't think about Isabella while you're crossing a street," Jacob teased back.

"Shut up," I replied and flew out the Starbucks door.

Alright. Mental list to myself. One: Get home first. Two: Decide what to make for dinner. Oh I know... spaghetti! I love spaghetti. Three: Have a shower. Four: Cook the dang dinner and Five: Greet parents at the door.

Okay I have my list. I find that making lists helps me become more organised so that I can function better instead of fumbling around like a headless chook.

I returned back to my two bedroom apartment and started to do all the things on my mental list. I don't even know why I have a two bedroom apartment. Oh right, my parents have stayed a few times to see how I'm going for a day or so.

Just as I was finishing making dinner the door bell rang. Right on time dear old parents. Well not actually that old but you catch my drift.

As soon as I opened the door I was attacked! By my own mother.

"Edward I missed you so much. We simply must do this more often. You know we only live twenty minutes from here. Come and visit us. Your cousins would love to see you every once in a while," my mother said after she let me go after one of her hugs.

Oh joy. I have two younger cousins that are eleven. James and Victoria Fitzgerald. Those two were really the high light of my visits to my parent's area. Do you sense my sarcasm there? My aunt lives in the same street as my parents. She's my father's younger, much younger, sister. But moving on.

"I know mum. But it's hard to manage a store and find time to visit my darling cousins," I replied back as I led them inside to the dinner table."

"I'm sure you can take some time off for a day or so. I'll cook your favourite meal and you can help me decorate this old, antique house that I've been asked to decorate. I know you have a flare for that. I taught you myself," My mother, Esme, boasted.

"Settle Esme. Let our Edward breathe a tad," my father, Carlisle, said gently to my mother.

"Oh alright. Let's have dinner... oh I love spaghetti!"I heard my mother exclaim as she saw what I had prepared.

"It's both our favourites," I smiled and pulled out my mother's chair for her. Chivalry will never die I say.

Dinner went smoothly apart from my mother's questions about life and that. They consist of: How's life going? How's the music store going? Tuned the piano? Have you eaten your vegetables? Edward what do you do if you see someone getting mugged?

I love my mum though. Her questions just show that she loves me as well and cares for my wellbeing and safety.

After dinner we had resided to the Living Room.

My mother noticed my grand piano still in its corner.

"Oh Edward. Please play me my song," she asked hopefully.

I began playing 'Esme's Favourite' but then it morphed into a new song that had been stuck in my head all afternoon as I prepared for my parent's visit. I began thinking about Bella. Bella Swan and all the wonderful qualities she possesses.

Eventually my hands slowed as I ended the song and I opened my eyes. I hadn't even remembered closing them. Oh Jacob was right. Don't think about Bella while crossing a street.

"Edward. That was exquisite. It was beyond words. Who is it written for?" my mother asked.

"Ah can't tell you mother."

'Oh... oh! I know. Someone SPECIAL in your life now eh? You can tell me. Please? I'm your mother," she pleaded with me.

"I think we shall go now Edward. It's getting late and I hate driving too much in the dark," my father gratefully interrupted for me. Oh how I love my dad.

"Okay tell me whenever you want Edward. I'm only a phone call away, or a twenty minute drive, or a however long walk. I think you should walk. Brilliant exercise!" she said as my dad literally pulled her out of the room.

I went and grabbed my parents' coats and walked them to the front door.

"Thank you for the dinner son. Esme is right. You must come and visit us soon," my father said as we shook hands.

"No don't come till you bring that beautiful girl that has captivated your heart," my mother intervened as she went to hug me goodnight... and goodbye.

Oh my mother is so nosy. "I don't know mother."

"Promise me that you'll see what you can do."

"Fine. I'll see what I can do," I replied.

She went in and hugged me again.

"What's her name at least?" she whispered in my ear.

"Bella. Bella Swan," I whispered back.

My mother and father had just driven off as I closed the front door and sighed.

I didn't want to wait a few days to call Bella. I wanted to hear her beautiful, striking, voice tonight before I go to bed.

I had made up my mind. I would ring her. Who cares if I look desperate? I like Bella Swan. I may even be falling in love with her. Wow.

I took the sacred serviette out of my top drawer and reached for the phone extension I have in my room.

Now to dial her number.

As I pressed in the buttons I began to think. All of my thoughts revolved around her.

Next thing I knew Bella had picked up the phone on the other end.

A/N: OH SNAPPP. CLIFFIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. You all love me. .

Okay I know where I'm going for the next couple of chapters. Here's a hint: Their first date shall be Chapter 7, I have decided. I may even begin to give hints in these A/Ns for the people who actually read them.