I am so so sorry for not updating sooner. I had writer's block. Ugh! I hate that.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or its characters.
Bella's POV
With our date set for the following night, Alice and Rose dragged me off to shop. Whoopee. Did I mention how much I hate shopping?
I ended up picking out a pretty blue dress that went down to mid-thigh. I must admit, I loved it. I thanked Alice and Rosalie profusely. They shrugged it off, saying that it was worth it.
We headed back to our house, and headed upstairs to work on make-up. Alice added mascara, lip-gloss, and a dark blue eye-shadow. When I looked in the mirror I was shocked. I actually looked good! Alice was a genius. I put on the dress, adding a pair of skinny gray jeans underneath. Dark gray ballet flats finished off the look.
Downstairs, I heard the doorbell ring. Alice and Rose traded looks before grabbing my hand and dragging me down the steps. Practically throwing me at the door, they dashed into the kitchen to eavesdrop.
Shaking my head at their childish antics, I opened the door to reveal Edward. He wasn't facing me; he was running his hand nervously through his already stylishly messy hair. I giggled, and he spun to face me with a gasp. He was wearing a dark gray button-up shirt, on top of dark blue jeans. We matched.
Meeting my gaze, he swallowed. "Wow, Bella. You look…amazing," he breathed, once again running his eyes up and down my blushing figure.
I turned to pull the door closed behind me, stepping out next to him to take his hand. "Ready?" I asked, and he smiled and nodded, before pulling me to the car. He opened the passenger door with a half bow, and handed me in. Truly a gentleman.
He walked around to the driver's side, sliding in smoothly before closing the door. Throwing the car into reverse, he pulled out of the driveway with a grace that matched his own. The stereo began to play his CD, and I turned to look at him in surprise.
"Claire de Lune?" I inquired, and he turned to me with a look of curious happiness on his face.
"You know Debussy? That's so cool! I thought I was the only one!" I smiled back, shaking my head. We fell into easy conversation, getting lost in each other's presence.
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When we finally reached the restaurant, Edward opened my door and helped me out again. I thanked him, and we walked towards the door. It was a small, quaint little Italian restaurant, settled in the middle of Port Angeles.
Stepping inside, I looked around at my surroundings. It was dimly lit, the quiet murmur of voices echoing around the open square room. Lining the walls were secluded booths, while larger family tables sat in the middle of the room. The red atmosphere was welcome and cast off at the same time.
The stewardess was an 18 to 19 year old, staring at Edward unashamed while ignoring me. I rolled my eyes as she flipped her hair over her shoulder, and Edward slid closer to me unconsciously.
Trying not to laugh, I attempted to save him. "Table for two, please? It's our anniversary," I said, pulling Edward's hand around my waist. He responded immediately by pulling me closer, and smiling into my face.
The lady scowled at me, snatched up the menus, and then stomped off to put us in a booth in the corner. When she marched off again, Edward sighed.
"Thanks so much. I thought she was going to jump on me or something." He looked so relieved that I giggled again. What is with me and all the giggling? I don't usually do it this much.
"No problem. I'm sure you would have done the same for me," I replied, picking up my menu. Without really paying attention to what I was doing, I began to hum. Deciding on the mushroom ravioli, I put down the menu and reached for my purse. Pulling out my mini notebook and a pen, I began to sketch the notes that had suddenly invaded my mind. Thinking of some lyrics, I added those as well. Changing a few things here, and adding a few things there, I had the first half of a song done. I would play around with it when I got home.
When I had put my notebook away again, I realized that Edward had been watching me with a look of wonder on his face. Blushing, I looked at my folded hands in my lap. I was startled, however, when I felt his cool hand beneath my chin, forcing me to look up. I lifted my eyes slowly, finally meeting his smiling gaze with my confused one.
He shook his head slightly, then spoke. "It is amazing to me that someone as perfect as you can't see how wonderful you are." Trapped in his gaze, I blushed again.
Leaning across the table slowly, his lips met mine with the barest touch. It felt as gentle as a butterfly's wings, yet it held so much power behind it that I was frozen in place. I felt like my heart and soul were souring, flying so high that they could never fall. I was kissing Edward! It felt amazing, and I couldn't understand why he would like me in the first place. Not that I was complaining. When he tried to sit back, I stopped him by leaning forward to deepen the kiss. Even though it was our first date, it didn't feel wrong or awkward. It felt pure. Coming up for air, we didn't speak. No words were needed.
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By the time we headed back to his car, I felt like I had known him my whole life. He had questioned me endlessly on my past, not letting a single tear or blush escape his notice. What color was my old room? What was my mother like? Had I ever had a boyfriend before? What was my favorite color? When did I start baseball? Nothing was too trivial for him to know, and it made me feel even better.
With our fingers intertwined between us, we drove home in companionable silence. Kissing me goodnight, I watched as he drove away and out of sight. Nothing could ruin this.
Suddenly I was dragged backward through the door. I groaned. I had forgotten that there was an ambush waiting for me at home. After I had answered their questions to the fullest extent possible, I was left to cover my ears as Rose and Alice squealed together. We got ready for bed, and I fell asleep with a smile on my face.