"So where are we going?" I asked once we got into Edward's silver shiny Volvo, while on the way to the restaurant.
"You'll see. It's a quiet place. Just on the edge of town," ugh. That didn't help! We eventually stopped driving and parked off the side of a busy road in LA. Edward opened my door for me and we began walking down the sidewalk. Edward wrapped his right arm around my neck as I wrapped my left one around is waist. This felt nice. We walked for a few minutes, quietly. Eventually, we reached a small place that didn't even look like a restaurant from the outside. Edward opened the door for me and I walked inside. It was in fact a restaurant, but there was no one inside it. We were the only people there.
"Right this way my dear," A man suddenly appeared from behind me. He looked like a host. I turned around to look at Edward as if to ask if I should follow the man, and he nodded. I turned and walked toward where the host was leading me, Edward right on my trail.
"How will this suit you?" The host asked, pointing to an empty table in the corner of the small restaurant.
"This will be just fine. Thank you," Edward said and shook his hand. He might have given him a tip, but I couldn't be sure. Edward pulled out my chair for me, and sat down himself. Edward opened up his menu and started reading it, as if we were out on any normal date.
"Edward," he looked up at me, "why are we the only one's here?" I asked.
"I wanted to make it special," he smiled, "and I know the owner. So it was easy."
"Oh," I couldn't form a coherent sentence. No one had ever done anything this special for me before. I didn't know how to react. I wasn't used to being taken care of.
"Well lets order, then we can talk," he said, and I opened my menu. I searched it for a few minutes, and decided on the Mushroom Ravioli. Our waiter came back and took our order. After that we began talking.
"What's your favorite flower?" he first asked me.
"Um, my favorite flower?" he nodded. "I don't know, I guess an orchid."
"Why?" he asked.
"I don't know. They're different. And they usually stand alone. They're independent. I don't know, that sounds kinda lame," I turned my head away in shyness. Edward placed his hand on my chin and moved my head ever so lightly so I was looking at him.
"I don't think it does," he said sternly. I blushed crimson red.
The night continued at that. Edward asked me various random questions and I answered them. Every so often, Edward would reach over the table and touch me with the softest movement and it would send chills down my body. We were at the empty restaurant for hours, just talking aimlessly and reminiscing about old times in high school. We spent the night getting to know each other again, and getting to know the person we each became in the last 5 years.
Eventually, we were ready to go. Edward led me out the door, and wouldn't you know it, I tripped over the ledge. I started to fall straight to the ground, until two strong arms caught me just before I hit the pavement face first. Edward flung me up and into his arms vertically.
"Thanks," I said embarrassed.
"No problem," he said and smiled. I leaned up on my tip-toes, placed my arms around his neck and kissed him softly on the lips. Edward wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me passionately. His tongue traced the outline of my lips and I parted them slightly. Edward's hands pressed strongly against my back, pushing me tightly into him. His tongue devoured into my mouth. I left his lips to trace longing kisses down his jaw and to his neck. I circled around and made my way back up to his lips. I left one long kiss there and pulled away. I smiled.
"What was that for?" he asked, smiling.
"For catching me," I smirked.
"Maybe I should catch you more often," he joked. Edward took a hold of my hand, and we walked back to the car.
"So what's your favorite color?" I asked him.
"Mmm. Maybe a rose I guess. But a white one," he said. I liked roses too.
"I like orange ones. They're symbolic for excitement and passion," I looked up at him; he smiled, and grazed my cheek with his hand. This movement sent my heart beat on a rampage. Once we got to the car, Edward opened my door for me, and I climbed in.
"So what are your plans for tomorrow?" I asked as we drove back.
"Well I do have to work, unfortunately, but after I'm free. What'd you have in mind?" I smiled, devilishly.
"Since tomorrow is the day I move into my new apartment, which is in the same building as yours, I thought it would be easy for you to possibly help?" I asked, looking up at him with pleading eyes.
"Bella, you know I can't resist you when you look at me like that," he said shaking his head.
"Good. Then it's settled. You'll help me after work?"
"I guess I will," he said.
"Alice, Rose and Esme are coming over around noon to help me. But I'm going to get a head start at 10."
"Well I have to leave for work at 10. So why don't you come over around 9 and I'll make us some breakfast to start the day."
"Mmm. That sounds lovely," I said.
"So where would you like me to drop you off, the Swan house, or the Cullen's?" he asked, probably already knowing my answer.
"I'm thinking the Cullen's," I said, just as he pulled into their driveway. Edward smiled at me and opened my door. We walked to the house and in through the door, hand in hand.
"Hey Bella," Rose said, as she came up and hugged me.
"Hey Rose."
"Everyone's in the kitchen guys," she told us. We walked into the kitchen and everyone was standing around talking. I felt awkward knowing that we were the reason they stopped.
"Hey guys," I said as I sat down on one of the bar stools. Everyone began talking again and I relaxed when they started talking about sports, instead of me and Edward.
"Oh Bella, what time would you like Alice, Rose and I over tomorrow to help?" Esme asked me.
"Um, around noon maybe. I don't want you to have to get up early."
"Help with what?" Emmett asked.
"We're moving Bella into her new apartment tomorrow," Alice said.
"We can help," Jasper said, patting Emmett on the arm. "We should get these muscles to good use."
"Okay, thanks guys," I said.
"Are you parents coming?" Esme asked me.
"No, my dad has to work, and my mom has a weekly lunch with her friends at that time."
"Oh what a shame. I haven't seen them in so long."
"Sorry," I said, giving Esme a sympathetic look, though she was truly lucky she barely ever saw my parents.
The night continued at that. We all talked and talked, but unfortunately I had to go home, and Edward drove me.
"Maybe you should just stay in the car. My mom will probably be waiting up for me since its going on 2 and I haven't told her about us yet. But I'll see you tomorrow at 9," I said, and placed a light kiss on his lips. I got out of the car and walked inside. Sure enough, my mom was there, waiting for me.
"Bella, I know your all grown up now, but if you could just give me the courtesy of a call, that would be nice," my mom said.
"Sorry mom," though I didn't really care.
"Whose car was that anyways?" she asked.
"Edward's."
"I thought you guys haven't even talked in years."
"Well we're dating now," I said, knowing she was going to have negative comments to say.
"Oh honey that's great. I know you liked him so much in high school," what? No, "oh, I don't know, he hurt you pretty bad in high school?" What has Renee done with my mom?"
"Uh, thanks mom," I said as she embraced me in a hug. "Well, I'm going to bed, I have to get up early and start moving in."
"Oh sweetie that's right, I forgot your moving tomorrow. I could move my lunch to another day and come help you if you like," really, where is my mom?
"Uh, sure mom. Alice, Rose, Esme, Emmett and Jasper are going there around noon. So you can come over around then. And Edwards helping after work," I told her.
"Okay Bella, sounds good. Night," she said as I began walking up the stairs.
"Night mom."