Hey all! I'm so so so sorry I updated this so late. I promise that I won't take so long next time. I was writing a chapter for my other fanfic and then it all got deleted. :| But I've been stressed out and exhausted with school and family life. Life is hard right now. I just want to tell you guys right now, that I will never give up on this fanfic or any of my stories. I will always update. I might sometimes be late, but I will always update. I'm not one of those authors that never updates, or just gives up on stories because they lack "inspiration" or whatever. I'm a nice author, I promise you.

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Anyways, this is a short chapter, sorry for that! But I hope you like it. Enjoy! :)


It's okay, Edward, you can do this!

Just pick up the phone and call.

You don't even have to ask her out, you can just talk about books, movies, tea... anything!

Just do it. The worst she can do is not pick up, or hang up.

I had been wheeling back and forth in living room, phone in hand, trying to decide whether I should call Bella or not.

I wanted to, God how I wanted to, but what if she wasn't awake? What if I made a fool of myself? What if she didn't want to speak to me?

"Edward, man. Stop pacing and call her already! You're driving me nuts," Emmett groaned.

"How did you - "

"Edward, you've been staring at your phone nonstop since seven this morning, trying to will your confidence up. It is now three in the afternoon. Just call her and get it over and done with before I roll you off a cliff."

"No, it's fine. I'm just going to go and read," I said, wheeling towards my room.

"No, you don't!" Emmett said, running past me and grabbing my phone.

"Hey!" I complained.

"Hush, Edward. You won't do it, so somebody has to," Emmett said, searching through my phone.

"Ah-ha! Here it is," Emmett said, finding what I guessed to be Bella's number.

Emmett clicked a button, then threw it to me.

"Emmett, what are you doing?!" I hissed.

Emmett rolled his eyes, and walked to the kitchen to pig out, again.

I panicked not knowing what to do. One voice calmed me down straight away, the voice of my angel.

"Hello?" Bella called.

I couldn't speak, my brain fumbled trying to find the right word to say.

"Hello?" She repeated. "I swear, if this is a prank call-"

"B-Bella?" I stuttered.

"Edward. It's you." She sighed, happily, I think? "Why didn't you say anything before?"

"I, uh.. I didn't know what to say." I said honestly.

"Well, 'hi' is usually good etiquette for standard phone conversations," Bella laughed.

"Of course. I'll keep that in mind for next time." I chuckled.

"So, what's up?"

Shit. I forgot to think of a reason for calling! Say something, say anything.

"Eggs?"

I slapped my head for my stupidity. Eggs. Why couldn't I say something else?

"Eggs?" Bella's laugh echoed through the phone.

"I, uh.. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have called. I'm just gonna go.." I mumbled.

"No! Wait! Edward, don't. You know you don't need a reason to call me." She said, trying to stop me from hanging up.

"I don't?"

Bella laughed. "Of course not, Edward. We're friends. You can call me anytime you like. You don't even have to have a reason."

"Oh," I said, relaxing in my chair a bit.

"So, what have you been doing all day?" She asked, sounding relaxed herself.

"Nothing, really. Just, uh. Sitting around the apartment."

"Well, that sounds very exciting," Bella said sarcastically, which made me laugh.

"What about you, Bella? Done anything exciting?" I asked curiously.

Bella sighed, "Not really. I've been up since early this morning, bored out of my mind."

"How early?"

"Around eight," she admitted.

"What were you doing up around that time?" I asked.

"I was just.. never mind. You'll laugh at me if I tell you."

"I won't. I promise."

"And how do I know how much your promises are worth, Mr. Cullen?" She joked.

"Tell you what, if I laugh – then I will buy you breakfast every day for the rest of the week."

I had no idea what made me say that. I would buy her breakfast every day for a whole month if it meant getting to spend some time with her.

"Okay, fine! I was.. waiting for you to call. I gave you my number and so I hoped that you would call. It made me anxious and I was waiting all day for you to call, and it seems stupid but I really wanted to talk to you and - "

"Woah, Bella. Slow down! So you were up so early this morning because you were waiting my phone call?"

"Yes," she said shyly.

I promised I wouldn't laugh, but I couldn't help it. I laughed so hard that my insides hurt.

"Edward Cullen! You promised you wouldn't laugh!" She growled.

"I know, but it's not for the reasons you think!" I continued laughing.

"Really? Then please, enlighten me. I would love to know what you find so funny."

I could feel her glaring through the phone at me.

"It's just.. we were both up early for the same reason. I was up an hour before you, wondering when or if I should call you," I confessed.

To my surprise – Bella started laughing too.

"My, we are a bunch aren't we Edward?" She laughed.

"I guess we are," I chuckled.

"So we spent the whole day worrying about this one phone call, when we could have been already talking to each other like this?"

"Basically, yes."

"Edward, we are such morons."

I couldn't help but agree with her. Bella and I were getting more and more alike by the minute.

"Bella?" I asked, when our laughter finally died down.

"Yes, Edward?"

"Do you.. uh, have any plans later?" I gulped, getting the words out before I had time to think about what I just said.

"Mm. No. Not yet anyways. Did you have something in mind?"

"Would you like to go for a stroll in the park with me later? And maybe go for a bite to eat?"

"That sounds perfect. When are you free to go?"

"Whenever you are."

"Okay, how about an hour? Just time for me to shower and get dressed."

"That sounds perfect. Could you give me directions to your place? I'd like to pick you up, so to speak."

Bella reluctantly gave me the directions, and we said our goodbyes so she could go to shower.

"Hey, Emmett!" I yelled.

"Yeah?" He yelled back.

"What's the best florist in town?"

Riding in the elevator was probably one of the most awkward moments I'd ever been in.

The people who live in these apartments looked at me strangely, as if to say 'why would he live here in his condition?'

It was obvious to them that I didn't, and was just visiting someone.

But I didn't care. No. My only reason here was to see Bella.

I could care less about what other people thought, as long as I got to see her.

Finally, the elevator stopped at her floor and I wheeled out, looking for her door.

She said her room was 47, so I went back 41, 43, 45. Finally, in the corner, was 47.

I took a deep breath, and knocked on her door, loud enough for her to hear.

Oh God, I hoped that this was the right door. I wouldn't no what to say if it wasn't.

Finally, the door opened, and to my relief – it was Bella at the door.

"Edward, you came!" She smiled brightly.

"Of course," I laughed.

"Would you like to come in?" She asked, holding the door open for me.

I nodded and slowly wheeled myself over the ramp and into her apartment.

"Sorry, it's kind of small, and messy. I really don't have much time to clean these days."

I followed her into what appeared to be the living room.

It was small. A couch by one wall; some shelves on the other wall, filled with books, pictures from what looked like her high school days, CD's, among other things. The wall opposite the couch had an electric fireplace and a mantle on top of that. In a corner was a little TV that was on.

There was a balcony a few feet from the couch, the door open. She was probably sitting out there before I arrived.

It was small and quaint. I liked it.

"I didn't disturb you or anything, did I?" I said, gesturing to the balcony.

"No! No, I was just sitting out there waiting for you to come," she smiled, bringing her eyes down to my lap, she smiled wider.

"Uh.. these are for you," I said, offering her the flowers.

She took them from my hand gracefully, closing her eyes while inhaling the flowers deeply.

"Freesia's. They smell beautiful. I'll go put these in some water."

When she left the room, my head lulled back and I sighed deeply.

She liked them! I was so happy she liked them, I was worried for a moment there.

Most girls prefer roses or chocolates, but Bella's wasn't like most girls. I was beginning to figure out that one by myself.

She walked back in with the flowers in a vase full of water and put it on the windowsill, smiling to herself.

"This is quite a place you have here," I casually mentioned.

"I know it's not the biggest apartment in the world, but it's not that expensive as others, and I like it. It's something I can call my own."

"Are you ready to go?"

"Yeah." She smiled, getting up and leading me to the front door.

Bella:

"Bella, are you okay?"

I looked down to see Edward looking at me with speculation. He knew something was wrong. Dang, I thought I was hiding it well.

"It's nothing. Just... do people always stare at you when you're out and about?" I gestured to all the couples, kids and teenagers staring at us.

Edward sighed, and I immediately felt bad for aggravating him.

"Mostly. You have no idea how many stares I got whilst in the elevator to pick you up. I'm just,.. learning to ignore them. They don't matter to me. So it doesn't really matter what they think of me, when they look at me."

He responded so simply that I wasn't sure if he was telling the truth. But it would do for now.

"I'm sorry," he started, "this must be very awkward for you."

"No, it's.. it's not that. It's just when people stare in my direction, I always have this feeling like they're staring at something that's wrong with me. Like I've forgotten to wear pants or I have red paint splashed on my face or something," I admitted shyly.

Edward didn't say anything for a moment, and then burst into hysterics, laughing.

"I'm glad I amuse you," I said, rolling my eyes and marching forward.

I heard him trying to keep up with me, but I made no attempt to slow down.

"Hey," he said, finally catching up to me.

He grabbed my hand trying to stop me from being so stubborn, and I couldn't help but relax at his touch.

"You are one crazy girl, you know that?" He smirked.

"So I've been told," I said, smiling back.

I noticed that his grip was still firm on my hand. I didn't want to let go, so I didn't.

Unfortunately, he had to let go, to keep 'walking' with me.

I found a bench and sat down, so that I could rest my legs and he could rest his hands.

He positioned himself beside me. Not too close, but not too far away either.

"It's such a beautiful day," he noted, soaking his face up in the sun.

"It is," I agreed. "It's so rare that we get a sunny day in wet, old Forks."

"I take it you don't like it here?"

"Not really. The weather is.. hard to adjust to. Compared to Phoenix, I mean."

He nodded in understanding.

"I'm sorry that you're not really enjoying it here," he said sadly.

"Well, I think I'm liking it a bit more. There are some things that keep me interested."

"Like?"

I smiled, and shook my head no.

"Won't you tell me?" He said, leaning forward to my face.

My face froze. Edward's face was one dangerous thing.

One look into his beautiful green eyes and I was a goner.

"I'll let you know one day."

He seemed pleased with my answer, and sunk back into his chair.

"So, what do you do for fun around here?"

How did you guys like it? This was a struggle to write, for some reason. :/ I'm going out tonight to watch Twilight with some classmates, hoping to turn them into fans. They said Rob is ugly. :| *shakes head* Sooo, I will probably write after that, if I'm not too tired. So I will update next weekend! Love you all. :)

Oh, and thanks to Jamie for editing this. I was too lazy to wait for my Beta. :P