A/N: I'm back! I had to take a couple days to recover from being sick. Five of us are sick at the moment and I'm doing everything possible to prevent anyone else getting sick.
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or the characters. No copyright infringement intended.
I had to talk to him. I ran down the stairs and met him in the parking lot. When he saw me he came rushing over to me as well.
"I'm so sorry, Edward," I cried.
"No," he began shaking his head and putting his hands up to stop me. "It was my fault. You don't have anything to be sorry for. I should be the one who's sorry."
"No, it was my fault. I know my dad and how he reacts. I should have just called him."
"I should have gone straight home instead of taking you on a joy ride. It was my fault," he insisted.
Neither of us was getting anywhere. We both blamed ourselves and weren't going to let the other take the blame. We sort of stared at each other for a moment before we both busted out laughing. He ran his fingers through his hair as if he was embarrassed.
"I guess we should agree to disagree," I said laughing at how ridiculous we both sounded.
"I really am sorry, though," he said sincerely. "Was your dad mad at you?"
"No, he was just worried and I think a little bit shocked. He did say he was going to drop the ticket. But he also said he better not catch you speeding anymore especially if I'm with you," I explained.
He got a sly smile on his face and darted his eyes towards me. "Does that mean there might be another time you'll go for a ride with me?"
I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth and tried not to smile. Inside I was screaming yes, yes, yes. I loved the sensation I got from riding on his motorcycle. But I couldn't look too eager. "Maybe," I answered.
"Have you eaten dinner yet?" he asked randomly.
"No," I answered hesitantly.
He smiled hugely like he was suddenly so excited about something. "Why don't you eat with me then," he offered.
"I don't know if that would be such a good idea. We did just get in trouble for riding on your motorcycle. Do we really want to chance getting in trouble a second time in one night? I am Miss Bad Luck here."
He laughed and walked over to his motorcycle and gathered up his helmet and backpack off his bike. "I didn't mean going anywhere," he clarified. "I can make us something." He grabbed my hand and pulled me towards his apartment.
"You know how to cook?" I asked while we walked towards his door.
He laughed again and nodded his head. "I'm actually a rather good cook, or so I've been told."
"Told by who?" I wondered thinking he'd probably been told that by every woman he'd ever slept with. Of course they would say he was a good cook if they got to share his bed.
He turned the key and opened the door pulling me inside with him before answering. "By my mom."
His mom? She's probably the one who taught him how to cook. After hearing that, I had a feeling he was probably very close with his mom. Maybe he was a little bit of a momma's boy. It had to be hard on him being away from his parents all the way out here in the middle of nowhere. I couldn't imagine being away from my dad. I got used to not having my mom but I've always been a daddy's girl. I wouldn't be able to go one day without at least talking to him on the phone. That was probably why Edward got choked up when he mentioned his dad having the same tattoo and why there is a tattoo on his chest representing them.
"What are you planning to make?" I asked a little curious what he had in mind.
"Well, what would you like?" he asked.
I giggled. "I don't care. Whatever you make is fine."
"I'm going to go change before I get started. Make yourself comfortable."
"Actually, I think I might go change as well," I said realizing I was still in my work clothes. He nodded his head in understanding before heading towards his bathroom. I slipped out of his front door and ran up to my own apartment to take a quick shower.
They're getting closer. Thanks for reading. :)