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After taking a shower and cleaning up all the food stuck in my hair, my bra, and even in other places I didn't even want to think about how it got there, I sat on my bed wrapped in a towel contemplating what to do. As much as I felt like I needed to stay away from Edward to avoid anymore embarrassment, I felt horrible if I didn't go with him. However, I knew if I went with him I'd just end up humiliating myself even more. I groaned loudly and dropped my face in the palm of my hands. What was I going to do?

I finally decided I'd get dressed as if I was going but I'd wait until I saw him outside. Then I'd decide if I could go through with it or not.

I stood by my window and waited, and waited, and waited. Where was he? I wondered. Was he bailing on me? The fact that he invited me to dinner then didn't even show up irritated me. I'd been stood up enough in my life and I wasn't about to let him get away with it. I wanted to go tell him off. Maybe he wasn't perfect after all. Maybe he was just another jerk like most men.

I headed for my front door to go down to his apartment and find out what was up. I swung my door open and leaning up against the wall with a smirk on his face and a pizza box in hand stood a freshly showered Edward dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. I stopped in my tracks and stared blankly at him.

"I had a feeling you wouldn't show so I decided I'd bring dinner to you," he explained. My mouth dropped open and I let out a shocked sigh. I had to take a minute to let go of the anger I felt and realize he wasn't all that bad. "Are you going to invite me in or would you rather just eat here on your doorstep? I don't care either way."

"Sorry. Come on in." I stood aside and let him through the door. I walked him to the kitchen and grabbed out two plates for the pizza.

"I hope pepperoni is okay. I didn't know what you liked so I went with the basic," he said.

"Pepperoni is fine," I assured. "Do you want anything to drink?"

"What do you have?" he asked.

My stomach was instantly in knots. What do I offer him? Do doctors drink alcohol? Should I offer him a beer or soda? Maybe he's a wine drinker. Do I even own any wine? I looked through my fridge and played it safe by naming off everything I had to drink including milk and water. You never know.

"I'll take a beer," he said kind of chuckling at me.

I grabbed out two coronas from my fridge and walked him over to my couch. We sat down and started to eat the pizza and drink the beer in absolute silence.

Awkward was an understatement.

Lots of dialogue in the next two or three chapters.

Thanks for reading :)