A/N: Thanks for the wonderful feedback from all my wonderful readers. I have decided to go with Bella this time to let Alice cope with what happened. Let's see how this one goes :) Also you can find this story on and if you enter your own Twilight stories you can be in a drawing to win an autographed version of Twilight. :D Oh and for those of you who don't know what AIM is, it's AOL Instant Messenger. It's a chat thing. Two more things. 1st: Alice has changed. I didn't like who I picked for her. 2nd: Jasper has changed. I accidentally picked the same guy as I picked for Emmett, so there's a new Jasper.

I do not own any of the characters. They all belong to the wonderful Stephenie Meyer. I also do not own any songs or websites mentioned. They belong to their respective owners.

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Chapter 4: Electricity Coursing Through My Veins

BPOV

I was sitting in the living room, thinking about what had just gone on. It was only about 10:30 at night, but Alice must've been worn out by the night's horrific antics with the failed date. I was too scared about what could happen on the date that I had set up earlier with this Edward guy, to go to sleep right now. I thought back to the AIM conversation I had had with him while Alice had been off on her date.

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TrippingOnAir13: Hey. Edward?

MusicMaster17: Yeah, that's me. Who's this?

TrippingOnAir13: Bella, from eHarmony. I found your screen name on your site.

MusicMaster17: Ahh, yes. You are quite beautiful in your picture.

I blushed a light pink. Guys, besides Mike, had never given me the time of day, much less an actual compliment.

TrippingOnAir13: Well, you don't look too bad yourself, handsome. ;)

I slapped myself for such a bold comment, especially to a guy I didn't even know!

MusicMaster17: Why, thank you. So what is it you'll be needing? I assume you IM'd for a reason?

TrippingOnAir13: Well, uh, yeah. It sounded like you were a really nice guy and I was wondering if you'd like to set up a date?

I waited, scared of his answer. What if he thought I was some creepy thirty year old woman trying to hit on him? Why did I think he would agree to meet me? He probably has tons of better matches lined up.

The sound of his reply, brought me out of my train of thought.

MusicMaster17: That sounds fantastic. What day works for you? I'm free any day until the 4th of September, since that's when school starts, as you should know. So I'm free to work around whatever schedule you want or need. So give me a time, I'll give you the place.

I released the air I didn't realize I'd been holding.

TrippingOnAir13: That's great! I'm free till school starts, too. How's tomorrow? Give me the time and place since you seem so much better at planning dates :)

MusicMaster17: Perfect. How's 5 o'clock and let's let the destination be a surprise, shall we?

TrippingOnAir13: Sounds great. Well, I've got to go make dinner now. I'll see you tomorrow! :)

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I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn't even notice Emmett plop onto the couch next to me and turn on the television.

"How did this happen? How could I have been such a horrible brother to not even find out anything about that jerk?" He asked suddenly. I was caught off guard by the sound of his voice and it took me a minute to register what he had said, let alone respond. "It's not your fault. We had been keeping everything a secret from you, so you wouldn't ruin our fun in the dating world. The problem is we found out the hard way that we should make sure you're at least somewhat clued in on what's going on." I replied, after a long pause. I thought a bit more about how I should break it to him that I had a date the next day, with a guy I had never met. While I thought about it, we sat in silence, watching an old George Lopez rerun.

After about ten minutes of blankly watching, I started coming up with a plan that could possibly set me on a safer date, yet let me still be able to meet him. I mean, if he goes to my school, I'm bound to meet him anyways. That's it! I've got it! All I have to do is meet him in a public place! I thought to myself. It was perfect. I would have witnesses if anything happened and would be able to have a car ready to go home in, if necessary. I turned to Emmett, hoping this would go well. I couldn't see how he could be too against it, since I'd make sure I was surrounded by witnesses wherever he took me.

"Emmett, I have a confession to make. But before you blow up, hear me out. I do have a plan." I said, trying to keep my voice calm. He looked confused, which slowly turned to suspicion. "I set up a date with this guy. We've, uh, never met, but I plan on meeting him tomorrow. But don't worry. I plan on keeping the date totally public, so if he even tries to pull something on me, there will be plenty of witnesses. Plus, I'll have a car for easy escape, if needed as a backup plan." I blurted out quickly. He paused for a moment, taking everything in.

"Well, I don't know if I'm completely comfortable with this after what happened with Alice. I mean, you're like my other baby sister. I have to take care of you, too. But if you think you can take care of yourself and know that if anything bad happens, you'll immediately call me and come home, then I guess I trust you." He finished with a sigh. "Oh, thank you so much Em! I love you, pretend big brother!" I exclaimed, as I wrapped my arms around him in as big a hug as I could muster up.

I quickly made my way to the computer to change the previously made arrangements with Edward. I signed onto AIM, and sure enough, he was still on from earlier this evening.

TrippingOnAir13: Hey.

MusicMaster17: Hey. Need something else?

TrippingOnAir13: Actually, yes. See, my friend just went on an Internet date that went horribly wrong, so you'll understand that I want to take some precautions? I mean we both have never met, so you'd probably want to be careful around some random girl you met online, right? Sorry, I'm kinda rambling.

MusicMaster17: I completely understand. I mean, I trust that you aren't crazy and I can understand why you may feel scared to meet me if your friend had such a horrible experience and I respect that you are thinking ahead. It shows that you are a strong, intelligent, and independent, young woman, which to be honest, makes me all the more excited for this date of ours. So what precautions would you like to enforce?

TrippingOnAir13: Well, the only thing I'd like to make sure of, is that we meet in a public place, so instead of picking me up from my home, we can meet somewhere downtown. How about meeting by the family owned bookstore downtown? I plan on working there part time during school anyways and need to pick up an application. It's on Bronte Drive.

MusicMaster17: Sounds great. Same time then? 5 o'clock?

TrippingOnAir13: Awesome. I'll see you there. ;) Goodnight.

MusicMaster17: Goodnight. :)

I signed off and then went to get ready for bed. It was approaching midnight and I had to make breakfast in the morning for everyone. As well as plan for a possibly life-changing date! I thought to myself and then mentally scolded myself for thinking I could even get a second date with a guy so seemingly sensitive and amazingly hot as Edward, but I guess a girl can dream.

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That night I did dream. I dreamt about the beautiful, bronze-haired, green eyed man, I was supposed to meet the next day. Sadly, it was only of his pictures, since that's all I've ever seen. But today, I was going to meet him in person.

I had a huge smile on my face as I fried up some eggs and made some chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast. I put them all onto three plates and poured three glasses of milk. I gave Emmett plain milk, Alice, Strawberry milk, and Chocolate milk for myself. I had been telling Alice about my date plans for tonight, while I was cooking, so now we were busy discussing outfit plans. I was surprised at how eager Alice was to send me out on this date, especially after how horribly wrong hers had gone.

"Well, we all know that you look fantastic in blue. Plus you are old fashioned. So that blue turtleneck, argyle dress will be perfect for tonight. It goes great with your skin tone and gives off a retro feel to you, which is basically you. Plus it's a great outfit for work, so it'll be great for when you pick up your application!" She babbled on, excitedly. The dress was perfect. Plus, it hugged my curves nicely. (picture of dress in profile). I ate quickly and then washed off my plate. I practically ran to my room, almost falling a couple of times after tripping on my own two feet.

I skimmed through my closet looking for the dress Alice had been talking about. I looked through three times and was about to go ask Alice if she had seen it when I found Alice sitting on my bed, with puppy dog eyes, holding my dress in her hands. "How'd you do that?" I asked, trying to get the dress from her hands. She didn't answer. "Fine. You can do my makeup and hair." I said, in monotone. "Yay!" She exclaimed, excitedly, while clapping her hands and jumping off the bed.

I hopped in the shower and washed up quickly. As soon as I had gotten out and had wrapped myself in a towel, Alice pushed a chair into my bathroom and forced me to sit down. She immediately started blow-drying my hair. "Okay, since we're going old fashioned, I think we should do a special French twist up-do. I even have little sparkle clips to go in!" She said as she pulled the brush through my thick, wet hair. (picture of hairstyle in profile).

It took her almost an hour and a half to get my hair just right. Then it was time for makeup. Luckily for me, Alice knew I wasn't too much a fan of the stuff. She put only eyeliner, mascara, and a light plink lip gloss on me. She knew better than to put blush on me, knowing somehow I would provide enough of my own tonight. It was finally time to put on the dress. It fit even better than I remembered. It hugged all my curves just right, while still being subtle and classy. I paired it with some cute flats, the same color blue as the dress.

I was finally ready. "Wait! I have to get a picture of you! This is your first date, Miss Swan." Alice called from down the hall. She ran back into my room with her Polaroid camera. "Okay. Now pose!" She said and snapped the picture. I posed by putting my hands behind my back like a little girl and turning my feet to point towards each other with a small smile.

She held the picture up to the light to make it develop faster, while I grabbed a small blue purse and my new black wallet. Alice figured I would most likely offer to pay half, so she decided to make sure I didn't pull out my old ratty wallet and look totally weird, in front of this amazingly hot first date.

She put the picture onto my little bulletin board with a pink thumb tack. With that, I gave her a hug and grabbed the keys to her car. She was letting me borrow it, since "Emmett's Charger makes you look too manly and intimidating for a first date."

I hopped into the car and made my way to the little bookstore. It only took me about 10 minutes to get there. I pulled into the familiar parking lot and made my way inside. I greeted the owners, Martha and Jim Garrison. I asked Martha for an application, which she gladly handed over, then I asked about their kids, Sarah, who was 3, and Amanda, who was 5. Amanda was starting Kindergarten in September. Just as I was about to inquire more about their lovely family, I heard the tinkling of the bells over the front door. I looked over, out of habit, and there he stood. A bronze-haired, green-eyed, Greek god, in the flesh. This was Edward.

He looked around the store, while I gawked at him. He was holding the exact bouquet he had described in his answer to my question on eHarmony. I pulled my jaw up off the ground, right as his eyes rested on me and a crooked grin broke out across his face. I practically melted to the floor. He started to walk over to me and I searched my mind, trying to remember my name, let alone think of anything coherent to say to this beautiful man.

"Hello," he said in a velvety voice that made me want to melt into the floor, and handed me the beautiful bouquet (pictures of flowers in profile). "H-Hi. I'm B-Bella." I said nervously, trying to make sure that was actually my name. "How very pleasant to meet you, finally. So shall we get on with this date, then?" He asked expectantly. "Of course," I said, regaining some of my composure and waving goodbye to Martha, who had a look of desire on her face, and Jim, looking daunted by Edward's mere presence, as we walked out of the small bookstore.

"Will it be okay if we take my car from here? We aren't going far, but it would be easier than you trying to follow me in your car." He asked casually. I nodded my head and followed him to a beautiful, silver, Volvo C70. (picture in profile). "Wow. What a beautiful car." I said, as he walked me to the passenger door and held it open for me. This act of chivalry threw me off, but I whispered a "Thanks." as I slid into the seat. I heard him get in the driver side, and then I heard the low purr of the car starting. Then, we were off.

We drove for about 3 blocks, at about 70 miles per hour, and suddenly slowed to a stop outside of Agua Verde Paddle Club. (link in profile). I had been too frightened to say anything to him about the speed, although I did feel a strange feeling of safety in his presence. He quickly got out and before I could even get myself unbuckled, he was at my side, holding the door open with one hand, the other outstretched to me for help getting out. Lucky he did this, since I almost fell to my face just trying to get out of his car. He caught me just in time. I could see all the little breaks and rocks in the asphalt, as he straightened me back up.

We made our way inside and he guided me by placing his hand on the small of my back. His hand felt cool, even through my dress, and it felt as though he had an electrifying touch. I had felt it before at the car, but thought it was just friction from the seat. I craved more of it, but I focused more on what was going on. He walked in and paid for a rental kayak for two. We rented the double kayak for two hours.

We decided to go to the Arboretum since it would have the most relaxing site-seeing as well as the most varied sites to see. He led me over to a blue kayak and helped me into my side. I thanked Alice in my head for not making me wear heels. Edward climbed into his side and then we were off. I actually got to take a good look at him now. He was wearing a black blazer over a simple gray t-shirt. (Picture of blazer and shirt in profile). He was wearing some dark wash denim jeans, too.

I was about to try rowing with him, when he spoke. "Don't even, Miss Swan. I'm doing the dirty work. Your only job is to look pretty, which you more than cover, and tell me about yourself." I blushed a bright red. "Well, I'm going to Cornish next month, as you know, and right now, I live with my best friend, Alice Brandon, and her big brother Emmett. We all attend Cornish, actually." He smiled and paused to take his blazer off.

I nearly gasped at how nicely it clung to the slight definition of muscles underneath. I was at a loss for words as I watched the muscles in his arms flex while he continued to move us farther out into the water. "Please, go on." He finally said, bringing me out of my stupor.

"Well, up until yesterday, I was living in Forks with my mother, Renee, she's a kindergarten teacher, and my father, Charlie. He's the police chief there." I continued, trying to keep my cool. His emerald eyes were penetrating, as he seemed to take in everything I had to say eagerly. This made me feel a tad bit awkward, so I asked him to tell me about himself instead.

"As long as I get to hear more about you, too." He said with a wink. I agreed and he continued. "Well, believe it or not, I also lived in Forks, with my adopted parents Esme and Carlisle Cullen. We lived just outside of Forks and I was kind of home-schooled so not many people knew about me, but my father is a doctor at the hospital there. I was adopted at age 3, but they've always been my parents to me, they are really amazing." He sighed at the end. "I know Dr. Cullen. I've actually seen him plenty of times. I'm quite clumsy, so I made frequent visits to the hospital. I'm surprised I never knew he had a son. My dad always talked to him. They were on first name basis because of how often I went in." I laughed uneasily and blushed a little. Edward just flashed me one of his crooked smiles that made me forget everything around me, except for him.

He continued on with his story. "I'm attending Cornish in hopes of getting a Music Composition degree so I can publish my music. I love to write songs for the piano. My father wanted me to be a doctor, but music is my true passion. Right now, I'm living by myself in an apartment near the school." He stopped. He started to look around us. Apparently, we had reached the lookout spot. It was amazing. There were so many different birds and colors surrounding us. The sun was also beginning to set, leaving the sky a mix of oranges and reds, tinting the nature around us. I could feel the lowering sun, glowing on my pale skin. I heard Edward whisper a "Absolutely breathtaking," which I assumed was about the view, until I realized he was staring right at me, his emerald eyes glowing in the light of the setting sun.

He had a look of almost awe on his face. I got embarrassed to be looked at with such longing by a man, especially one as handsome as Edward. I blushed and kept my eyes busy on nature instead of locking my eyes with his intense emeralds.

We started making our way back as he heard my stomach rumbling and our time was just about up. "So what are your classes this semester?" I heard him ask, suddenly. "Oh, um, well I have Us and Them, and Visual Art History I on Mondays and Wednesdays, Honors English on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and Art Foundations and Intro to Digital Media on Tuesdays and Thursdays. What about you?" I replied almost robotically. I immediately blushed at how offhand I must have sounded. He didn't seem to notice, or just didn't care as he replied. "Well, I have Composition Seminar On Mondays and Wednesdays, Honors English and Music Theory II on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and Existentialism and Piano II on Tuesdays and Thursdays."

"Oh really? We have the same English class!" I said, not remembering to hide my sudden, yet severe, enthusiasm about having more time with this entrancing man. "Well, I suppose we do." He said seductively in his velvet-smooth voice. His crooked grin also made yet another heart-melting appearance. "Who's your teacher? Mine's Leycht." He continued. I smiled. "Mine's Leycht, too."

Suddenly, I felt a slight thud and realized we were back at the paddle club. He climbed out of his side of the kayak easily and grabbed his blazer. Before I could even wiggle my way out of my side, he was next to me, offering his hand as help. I gladly took it and that same electricity from before, pulsed through my hand. I wondered if he felt it too.

We made our way back to the parking lot and to his car. It was a silent walk, but it was a comfortable silence. He opened the passenger door for me and I slid inside. The car purred, once again, to life and then we were flying down the road to some unknown location. When he finally spoke, it almost startled me, but when I got a look at the speedometer inching towards 80 miles per hour, I internally gasped. "Well, I know you like Italian food, so I thought I'd take you to one of my favorite Italian restaurants, in Seattle, Osteria La Spiga (link in profile)," he said, keeping his eyes on the road. I forced a smile and a "That's great," as I tried to relax myself. As if he could read my mind, he turned on his stereo. Clair de Lune flowed from the speakers. I immediately relaxed.

Not two minutes later, we pulled into the parking lot of a quaint looking Italian restaurant. He rushed out of his side and was opening my door the next moment. I placed my hand in his, welcoming the electricity. I craved it now. I craved his touch, I wondered how it would feel to be pressed up against him, to feel his soft, inviting lips against my own. I had to stop thinking this way so I could focus on where I was walking.

He held the door open to me and we walked to the stand where the hostess stood. "Table for two, please." He said in his velvety voice to the hostess. She didn't move for a moment because she was busy ogling Edward. I felt a pang of jealousy, even though I could not even call him my own. He seemed not to notice and just looked to me with a smile on his face. I tried to push the anger out of my eyes, so he wouldn't see how strongly I already felt for him. I questioned it myself. The hostess finally got a hold of herself and walked us to a booth in the middle of the restaurant.

"Could we get something a little more, private," he paused to read her name tag, "Jenna?" He said in his seductive voice. She looked a little ruffled that he wanted to be alone with me, but led us to a quiet booth in a corner of the restaurant. I slid in before him and he sat slightly across from me, or as much as you could in a curved booth. The hostess handed us our menus and informed us that our server would be with us shortly. I secretly hoped it was a guy, so he wouldn't stare at Edward.

I felt the need to talk to him more, to get to know everything I could about him. "So, tell me about your parents, I mean I've met your dad at work, but I don't really know him." I said. He laughed, "Well, they took me in when I was three. My mother, Elizabeth Masen, died from flu complications and my father, Edward Masen, Sr., had died only a couple months before from the same thing. I was living in Chicago at the time, and that's where Carlisle worked. He had worked on my mother and father and immediately offered to take me in. After about a year, we moved over here to Forks, and they've been there ever since. My mom, Esme, she is sweet, caring, loving, and I know she would do anything for her family, as we would do anything for her. She's also a great teacher. My dad, Carlisle, is hard-working, patient, and a definite people-person, but his family always comes first. I love them both dearly, and I think of them as my actual parents."

Without even thinking, I immediately moved my hand over his. I only realized what I had done, when I felt the electricity and the cool skin of his hand. He smiled at me, his crooked grin reaching up to meet his eyes. In that moment, I wanted to crash my lips to his, have my way with him right in the restaurant. I didn't care if anyone else was there. It felt like it was only him and me. But before I could act on these newfound emotions, our waitress showed up.

She looked directly at Edward as she asked for our drink order, but instead of replying, Edward looked to me to answer first. "I'll have a coke." I said, looking at her with burning eyes. "Two, please," was all Edward said to her, as he continued to stare at my hand still laying on top of his. She left, grumbling, and went to get our drink orders.

I felt Edward flip his hand underneath mine and squeeze my hand in his lightly. I nearly jumped at the feeling. We decided we should actually look at what to order before the waitress returned. I decided on a mushroom ravioli and he decided on a chicken linguine. I felt a small spark as his pant leg brushed against my bare leg, as he adjusted his seat, just a small bit closer to me. I had to watch myself before I did something irrational with this guy I had only just met, even though it felt like I'd known him all my life.

Our waitress came back with our drinks, some breadsticks, and a sour attitude. She didn't even look at us, she just stared at her pad of paper. She sighed and said sarcastically, "What can I get the lovely couple?" Edward was quick and to the point to get her away faster, "The lovely lady here, will have the mushroom ravioli and I will have the chicken linguine." He still managed to sound polite and formal despite his obvious tension around her. With that, she turned on her heel and left to get our food.

He turned towards me and looked at me with his sparkling emerald eyes penetrating my soul. And then he said the most random thing, "What's your favorite color?" I nearly laughed, but got a hold of myself in time to blurt out, "Green, emerald green." I blushed as soon as I said it. Oh God, did I really just say that? I thought to myself. "Why are you blushing?" He asked in his velvety voice. I couldn't not tell him, I'd already gotten myself in this deep, shouldn't start off with lying. "Well, it's just that, it's the color of your eyes." I blushed a deep crimson, my former favorite color. He chuckled, "Well I'm glad to be the holder of something that is your favorite." He said this with a wink that nearly made me melt into the seat. "I'd have to say mine is blue, especially with how stunning you look in it," he continued with a smile. Then he seemed to be thinking for a moment, like he was having an internal battle with himself.

"You know, I would love to spend more time with you, I mean, maybe we could study together. Because, of course, we do have English together. Would you mind if I gave you my address, for some study sessions, of course. I have a roommate, so it wouldn't be awkward to where we'd be all alone or anything." He said this, almost stuttering. It was so adorable to see him searching for words. "That's great. Actually, I'd love to have you over at my house for studying, too. I have Alice and Emmett there to watch over me, not that I'll need it for you, but you know what I mean." I said, smiling, as I searched my purse for a pen and a pad of paper. I found them near the bottom and set them on the table. I ripped a piece of paper out and ripped it in two. I handed one piece to him and handed him the pen. I looked for another pen and wrote my address on my paper.

We exchanged the pieces of paper and I put his address safely in a pocket of my purse. Just then our food showed up. We ate in silence, smiling at each other between bites. All of a sudden, one of the pieces of linguine he had sucked up, splashed sauce all over his chin and cheek. I nearly choked on a ravioli from laughter. I wiped away a tear from my eye and got my air back after laughing so much. We finished our dinners and had just enough room for dessert. He ordered us some tiramisu. Again, he adjusted his seat and brushed his leg against mine. I had to grip the seat, so as to not launch myself at the gorgeous man beside me.

Our dessert showed up and before I could even get a fork into it, he grabbed a bite and held it up to my mouth. I took it into my mouth slowly and slid it off even slower, so as to not spill any of it on my new dress. I felt him shudder beside me. I did the same for him and he did exactly what I did. I just sat there with my mouth slightly open, wishing I could be the fork instead. I shivered a little. He seemed to notice and a small smile seemed to appear, and it disappeared just as soon.

The bill finally showed up and I went to grab my wallet from my purse. Before I could even look at the total, he had gotten out a credit card and handed it back to the waitress. I regretfully put my wallet back in my purse. He got the bill back, signed and then we were headed back to his car. He opened the door for me, yet again, and I slid inside. He got in his side, started the car, and this time, Muse filled the car, with their song, Starlight. "They're my favorite band," he said smiling. "I like them, too," I said, mirroring his smile. We made the rest of the trip back to the bookstore silently, as we raced through downtown Seattle in his shiny Volvo.

We pulled up to the bookstore in no time, unfortunately and it was time to say goodbye. He got out, grabbed the flowers that had stayed in a vase in the cub holder and was at my door. He helped me out and handed me the flowers once more. "I'm so sad to say goodbye, so instead I'll say, I'll see you later, in two weeks when school starts if not sooner," he said smiling. "Sooner, sounds better, but we'll see how things work out," I said grinning sheepishly.

Instinctively I started to lean in, my eyes slowly shutting, he leaned in, too, but being the gentleman he was, he leaned to the side of my face, kissed my cheek and whispered, "Not tonight," tickling my ear and making my body want him even more. I blushed and my cheek felt it was on fire where his lips had touched. Sadly, I nodded my head and walked to Alice's car. I got in and shut the door, watching him walk around to the driver's side. He didn't stop looking at me until he got into his car. I couldn't see through the dark tint of his car to see if he was still looking so I turned on the car and drove home with a huge smile on my face, thinking only of Edward.

I pulled up to the house fifteen minutes later and before I could even put my key in the lock, Alice had yanked the door open and was launching questions about my date at a million miles an hour. I just blushed and made my way inside, not without tripping over the door jamb, of course. Curse my clumsiness.

I put the flowers on my desk in my room and walked over to the front room. I sat on the couch and I filled her in on all the details of my wonderful date. She clapped and jumped up and down at the end screaming something about "My little girl is all grown up," but I had drowned her out and was replaying the date over and over, especially the part where he kissed my cheek. She got up and went to her room, pleased that she had helped make my date a success.

I walked back to my room and prepared for bed. I looked at the clock that read 11:45 p.m. I hadn't realized how long we had been at the restaurant or how long I'd spent talking to Alice. I slid into a turquoise blue baby-doll nightie (picture in profile). that Alice and I had picked up at Victoria's secret, thinking about what Edward's comment earlier about me being in blue and wondered what he would think of it on me.

I slid into bed and imagined how it would feel to have Edward lying beside me, the electricity coursing through my veins at every touch, every embrace, the heat from every kiss. I smiled to myself and was about to fall asleep, until I saw a shadow outside my blind-covered window. The moonlight was shining directly on someone standing outside my window. They hesitated, and then moved out of view. I was scared, but I knew that if anyone did try to break in, Emmett would be the first to attack and the home security company would call immediately.

I tried to fall asleep.

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Well, there you have it. It's a little later than I was hoping for, but it's 9 pages long on word, so you guys forgive me right? I try to make them long so the wait is more worth it. I love seeing all you amazing reviewers and hope you enjoyed the chapter. Wonder who's hiding in the shadows? Anyways, sorry if I kinda suck at the whole sexual tension thing. I tried, but I'm no Stephenie Meyer or any of the other amazing authors on fanfiction lol. Well, thanks again to all my awesome readers. Don't forget to R&R :D

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