Chapter 14-
Edward's point of view
"Please Edward, please?" Alice begged, showing me her sad puppy face. Good thing I knew better and didn't fall for it.
"Yeah Edward, don't be such a spoil sport," Emmett scoffed and I turned to glare at him.
"No," I said in a definite tone.
"How about we make a compromise?" Alice proposed.
"What?" I said indifferently. I was going to say no anyway.
"How about, you let us do this and I won't raid your closet and throw away those ugly clothing that you like for…" she drifted off but then added, "a month."
How could I refuse that? Everyday, Alice would wake me up at 4 A.M. in the morning to get dressed for a job that started at 7, and then she would complain about my wardrobe. Babbling on and on about how I was a celebrity and shouldn't dress like normal citizens. Even if we were normal citizens, she would say, 'Why dress like normal people when we can dress like celebrities?'
It was a good trade, so I agreed. What I didn't know was that I would regret it.
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Bella's point of view
Please wait for me,
I'll come you'll see.
I'll sweep you off your feet,
And away we go.
I'll show you what paradise is,
And the beauty in life you missed.
I sat on my bed with my back against the headboard. I let out a sigh then a squeal of glee. I have a date with the Edward Cullen. Normally I wouldn't have been so attracted to someone I just met, especially if that person was a celebrity. I don't know, whenever I'm near him, my heart sores and lose count of beats.
I'll make you happy,
And laugh that laugh.
Baby, I'll show you love,
I'll show you beauty.
The shine in your eyes that I love,
Reminds me of the sun above.
I was listening to another or Edward's songs. His songs were really good and can get into your heart. But I had to admit, I listen to them just to hear his voice. Whenever he wasn't near me, I feel empty inside. Like I don't belong anywhere without him next to me. He was where I belonged. Somehow, my heart knew that deep inside before my brain could even register what I was feeling. A loss? Loneliness? I feel so pathetic. Like I was nothing without him.
So, wait for me by that door.
I' m on the other side.
Baby, no need to worry,
No need to hide.
Open the door between us,
And let me inside.
I was falling for him hard and I knew it, but I couldn't stop myself. I think it's too late. It was too late. I've fallen for Edward Cullen. I mean, I've fallen for the Edward Cullen. What do I do?
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Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. The constant ticking of the second hand was driving me insane to many levels. I was fully dressed and waiting for Edward to come a pick me up.
Only 2 more minutes, I thought as I tapped my fingers on the counter top impatiently. I let out a sigh and swung my purse onto my shoulders.
5... I started to count.
4.
3.
2.
1. The doorbell rang and I all but skipped to the door. I unlocked the complicated locks that I didn't even know the reason why I got and before swinging the door opened, tried to compose my excited expression and straightened out my skirt.
Edward stood outside on the other side of the door looking as inhumanly beautiful as ever that my eyes were probably super-glued onto him. However that would hurt.
"H-hey," I managed to let out, sounding a little out of breath. Probably because of my run to answer the door.
"Hello, you look beautiful," he murmured as his hand caressed my cheek. Instantly, a blush formed on my cheeks.
"Thank you," I whispered, not trusting my voice. I locked the door and closed it behind me.
"So, where are we going?" I asked out of curiosity.
"It's a surprise," he answered and I let out a groan.
"I don't like surprises," I informed him.
"I know," he stated as we reached a black car. Not his Volvo and since I don't know cars, I couldn't tell what kind of car it was.
"What's this?" I asked, feeling stupid.
"Vanquish. For special occasions," he answered simply and opened the passenger seat door for me.
How sweet, I though as I settled into the comfortable seat. He quickly made his way to the drivers seat and got himself situated. He sped off to the road and took a quick turn. He was going quite fast might I add. I was too excited to complain though, so I kept quiet. We finally arrived at our destination and I stared at the building in confusion.
"You're… house. We're having our first date at your house… I mean mansion?" I asked him and he let out a chuckle. He cut the engine short and climb out of the car. Before I could even open my door, he was already at the other side, opening it for me.
"Thank you," I mumbled along with the blush that appeared. He smiled and nodded as he closed the door. He led me to the porch and rung the doorbell. Soon after, the door know turned and opened to reveal a beautiful Rosalie Hale.
She was dressed in a white blouse and black dress pants. Her hair was pulled up into a bun with a few strands falling out of place.
"Good evening Mr. Cullen. Ms. Swan," she greeted us in a British accent. She's British? I though she was American… I saw her on television. I thought. Edward, sensing my confusion, just smiled at me and sent a glare towards Rosalie. She just rolled her eyes and stepped aside for us to enter.
The house was different from the last time I visited. It was redecorated to look like a high class restaurant. A single table with two chairs was in the middle of the living room, where the furniture was supposed to be. Edward led me to the table and pulled my chair out for me to sit. I quietly thanked him and he took his seat.
"Your waitress will be with you shortly. Would you like anything to drink?" Rosalie asked, continuing her use of the British accent.
"Red wine would do," Edward mumbled, sending another glare towards Rosalie who nodded and walked off towards the kitchen gracefully.
"What's this about?" I asked Edward.
"It's their idea," he answered simply while rolling his eyes and I suppressed a giggle.
"Good evening Sir and Madame. I am Alice, and I will be your waitress for this special evening," Alice introduced herself and used a British accent as well. Edward rolled his eyes and Rosalie exited the kitchen carrying two glasses and a bottle of wine.
"What would you like to order for this evening?" Alice asked and placed a menu in front of us as Rosalie set the two glasses down and poured the wine in.
"Uh…" I started as I looked at the menu. The details were intricately drawn and the white flowers and lotuses were beautiful. The menu was so fancy that I thought the food would sound appetizing. But… there was only one choice to pick from.
"I'll have steak?" I said, ending it to sound like a question. I heard Edward chuckle.
"Me too," Edward said simply and placed his menu back on the table.
"Alright! I'll be right back with your order," Alice chirped. She grabbed the menu from us and waltz off to the kitchen along with Rosalie. Edward opened his mouth and was about to say something but was interrupted by a long sad song. I turned to look at where that song came from and saw Jasper, holding a violin under his chin, pulling the bow on the strings smoothly.
The song ended abruptly as a cart was wheeled in by Emmett. The cart was somewhat medium sized with four covers. Probably covering the food. Emmett was wearing a white apron with a white chef hat on his head. Chef Emmett? I thought, holding back my laughter.
"I, your chef, present to you your specially made dinner," he announced as he placed two dishes in front of us and lifted them up.
"Umm…" was all I could say as I stared at my supposed steak.
"Is this steak?" I asked, scratching the side of my head.
"Yep," he answered simply, popping the 'p.'
"But Emmett, it's black," I pointed out.
"At least yours is cooked," I heard Edward mumble and I examined his plate. The meat was still red and raw with red juice running out of it.
"No worries, good thing I have a back up," Emmett said as Rosalie and Alice took away our dishes, trying to hold in their laughter. He placed the other two dishes in front of us and lifted up the cover, revealing a Chinese take out box.
"Uh… how fancy," I said sarcastically. I opened the box and peered inside.
"Emmett… why is it empty?" I asked curiously.
"I kind of got hungry while waiting for the steaks to cook…" he smiled sheepishly.
"Steaks? You mean steak," Edward pointed out, his anger clearly visible.
"This can't get any worse," he mumbled as I burst out with laughter along with everyone else except him.
"Actually it can…" Emmett said between laughs.
I wonder how this could get any worse. I hope you like this chapter. I think this is my longest chapter yet. The song in this chatper belongs to me. The idea of Emmett being the chef was by CheyanneMarie. Thank you for the suggestion. I hope you enjoy this. Bye bye for now.