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By the time I arrived back at his apartment, he already had something cooking which smelled wonderful. I couldn't wait to find out what it was. I sat down at a small table while I watched him cut up some vegetables for a salad. In the pot on the stove I could see sauce and noodles simmering. My stomach grumbled from the aroma of garlic and herbs filling the air.

"I hope you're hungry," he said almost proudly. "I made enough for an army."

"I'm starving."

He dished up two plates and placed mine in front of me before sitting down across from me. There were two wine glasses in the middle of the table along with a bottle of wine sitting in a bucket of ice. Before we started to eat he poured us both a glass of the wine. He had a strange look on his face as if he had something to say but couldn't. I started to wonder if I had forgotten to put on a shirt or maybe I still had my towel wrapped around my head.

"What are you smiling about?" I asked unwilling to sit and wonder any longer.

His eyes quickly shot up to mine as if he had just been caught red handed. "Nothing. I'm just thinking about how our first date was in your apartment after a mishap and our second date is now in my apartment after a mishap. We should really get out more." He laughed and stuck his fork in his spaghetti.

"I'm not sure if I'd call either of these a date. More like me messing something up and you trying to fix it."

"I would have to disagree. I actually enjoy spending time with you, and I always look forward to the next time you might mess something up and I need to fix it," he joked.

His joke wasn't bad but in a way it did kind of hurt my feelings. I didn't want to be known as the girl who messed everything up. That's how everyone had always looked at me. My head dropped and I slowly took a bite of the pasta. One bite and I knew I couldn't take another. I had to choke that one bite down so I didn't have to spit it out and look like a spaz. I focused on eating my salad and just pushed the pasta around on my plate. I remained silent as did Edward.

"Did I say something wrong?" he asked breaking the silence.

I shook my head and forced a smile, pretending like everything was fine. "I think maybe I'm just getting tired."

"Are you sure?" he asked pressuring me even further to tell him what was wrong.

I decided to just blurt it out. What was it going to hurt now? "Remember the other night when you wanted to know something personal about me?" I began. He nodded his head and dropped his fork to give me his full attention. "I have always been clumsy and unlucky and pretty much the butt of everyone's jokes. Anytime I'm around people who know me well they act as if they're waiting for me to mess something up so they can laugh at me or make a joke about it. I know I'm the town idiot. But with you, you're new to the area and even after a couple days you are already watching and waiting for me to mess up again. It's just hard getting used to being made fun of."

I heard him gasp and suddenly he was at my side with a chair pulled up close to me. "I never meant to hurt you, Bella." He reached for my hands and pulled me towards him so I would look directly at him. "I'm the fool, not you. I should learn to keep my mouth shut. I'm sorry."

I shook my head and smiled trying to play it off as nothing. "I'll get used to you too. You don't need to be sorry."

"Yes I do need to be sorry," he insisted. "God, I'm such an idiot. Here I am making jokes thinking it'll be a good way to break the ice and make you comfortable around me but in reality it's making you upset and probably making you feel more uncomfortable." He shook his head and smacked his forehead while mumbling something under his breath.

I laughed and leaned in a little closer to him to try and make him understand I wasn't going to hold it against him. He leaned in closer to me as well and looked directly at me with these puppy dog eyes. "Can you forgive me?" he asked. I smiled and nodded my head. Who wouldn't forgive that face on him?

I felt his fingers touch my cheek and brush along my cheekbone before resting behind my ear. I lifted my head slightly to look at him and saw his intense eyes almost staring straight through me. He licked his lips and moved in closer while I remained completely still. My heart was beating so fast and I was breaking out in a sweat. His face became blurry just as his lips touched mine. The tingles I felt against my lips when his touched mine told me I was in big trouble. Edward slowly kissed my lips with soft, simple kisses. I wished so desperately I could feel him kiss me. Why did this have to happen to me now?

I placed my hand on his chest and moved a few inches away. He stared at me strangely probably noticing the reaction I was having.

"Edward, I need to go to the hospital," I said through labored breaths.

"Why? What's wrong?"

"You made seafood pasta and I'm allergic to shell fish."

My husband reads this story and after he read this chapter he shook his head and asked if I hated Bella. On the contrary, she's may favorite character, which is why I like this story so much. I like writing this Bella and coming up with new ways for her bad luck. Since I sort of based Bella's character on Martin Short's character in Pure Luck I had to have an allergic reaction scene. I think that's my favorite scene from the movie. Next two chapters will be in EPOV and I think you will all like them.

Thanks for reading :)