An Amazing Day, Sweetheart?


BPOV:

"I'm so sorry, Bella. I really didn't know it was going to rain! The weather here is always gloomy and miserable, but I hoped that it would be decent for today." Edward said sadly, once we were in the shelter of a nice little restaurant.

"It's okay, Edward. Really! You don't have to apologize. You couldn't have known what the weather was going to be like. Even the weather channel sometimes lies." I said, laughing at my own lame joke.

"But even so, I was slowing you down in these useless old chair." he grumbled.

"Edward, stop that right now," I said, kneeling down to his eye level, "Stop talking about yourself in that way. I'm going to be hanging out with you whether you are in a wheelchair or guy PMSing. Whether you are blind, deaf or even have an ear chopped off. I enjoy your company, probably much more than I should. I'm not going anywhere." I promised him.

He smiled, seeming happy with my answer, and I stood up.

"Come on, let's get some grub." I laughed, standing behind his wheelchair and pushing him forward.

I pushed him forward to the host. I hoped the this restaurant wasn't too expensive, I didn't carry much cash with me.

The restaurant didn't seem to be too crowded. Although, it was Forks, what place would be crowded?

When I was walking to the host, he looked at me with a goofy grin on his face. I rolled my eyes. This should be fun.

"Hi you guys and welcome to Pacific Pizza. I hope you enjoy the food here, let me show you to your table." The host spoke to us in a bored tone that sounded rehearsed millions of times.

He led us to a table near the back by a window, giving us a spectacular view of the depressing rain thundering outside.

I rushed to Edward's side, moving the chair out of the way and helping him settle into his spot, and then returned to my chair.

"My name is Eric, and your waitress will be out shortly." he said and walked away.

"Wow. He was.. nice." Edward commented once Eric had gone.

"He seemed very enthusiastic." I said sarcastically, chuckling.

"Hi! I'm Tiffany and I will be your waitress for this evening!" A chestnut brown hair coloured girl said from beside us.

"Wow, that was fast." I murmured.

"Yeah, well we don't like to keep our customers waiting. It gives a bad name for us here." Tiffany smiled brightly.

"So, what can I get you guys to drink?"

"Bella?" Edward asked, motioning me to go ahead and order.

"Can I just get a coke, please?" I asked.

"Sure thing," she said writing it down on her notebook. "What about you, sweetheart?" she asked Edward.

My eyes narrowed at what she called Edward.

I know that I wasn't his girlfriend or anything, but I still didn't like anyone calling him cute names like that.

"I'll just have a coke, too. Thanks." he smiled grimly.

"I'll be right back with those." she said and walked to the kitchen.

"Bella, are you okay?" Edward asked me, concern filling his eyes.

"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just.." I mumbled off, not really finishing my sentence.

"What? What is it?" he asked curiously.

"Really, it's nothing."

"Please tell me." he said, leaning forward.

I sighed to myself, knowing that I was going to give in.

"It's just.. I didn't like the way that she called you 'sweetheart', it just bugged me I guess." I sighed.

"Oh," he muttered.

He looked like he was going to say something else, but at that time Tiffany returned with our drinks and set them on the table.

"Do you guys know what you want to order yet?"

"Could you give us another minute please, Tiffany?" Edward asked.

"Of course." She smiled and turned to another table.

"Bella, is there any particular kind of pizza you would like?" he asked me.

"Not really. I've always just preferred the regular cheese and tomato pizza."

"With tomatoes on top?"
I nodded, wondering how he knew that.

"Tiffany, I think we're ready." Edward called.

"What can I get you guys?" Tiffany said, once again taking out her notebook and pen.

"A regular cheese pizza with tomatoes on top for two." Edward smiled at me, which I returned.

Tiffany took down the order, not looking too happy that we were going to be sharing it, but I couldn't care less.

"Wow, that's weird. That we like the same kind of pizza, I mean." I noted once Tiffany had gone.

"I guess we're just similar in more ways than imagined." Edward grinned.

We kept up normal conversation until our pizza arrived, smelling as delicious as a pizza can smell.

As much as I'm ashamed to admit it – I ate like a pig.

Pizza is one of my favourite foods, and once and I have it; I eat it like a fat kid eats cake.

I didn't realize I was being watched until I looked up and saw a pair of green eyes staring at me in amusement.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing." He said, laughing.

I shrugged and continued on eating, until I saw him looking at me again.

"Spill it, Cullen. I don't appreciate people staring at me eating. Especially a beautiful man like yourself. Now spill it." I said, rolling my eyes.

He seemed starstruck for a minute or so, but recomposed his face.

"It's just.. I never in a million years thought you would be sitting here, eating with me. Of all people." He said shyly.

"Why?" I asked, confused.

"After the way I treated you, you still want to hang out with me. Talk to me, eat with me. I never in a million years never thought a beautiful girl like you would give me a time of day." He said, taking another bite of pizza.

I blushed and looked down, shaking my head.

"And I've offended you?"

I looked up, Edward was looking at me like he wanted to take those words back. For my sake, not his.

"No, that's not it. It's just.. I'm nothing special." I said, still shaking my head.

"That's where you're wrong." Edward said, intensity in his eyes.

I found myself in a staring war with him, fighting to turn away. But I just couldn't.

It was almost like he was trying to convince me that I was somewhat special.

Instead, he looked down and laughed at something and I couldn't help but imitate it.

When we got the bill, I saw Edward pull his wallet out but I put my hand over his to stop him.

"What?" He asked, frustrated.

"This is the 21st century, girls can pay for their own food now. Let's just split it." I suggested.

"Please, Bella. I was the one who asked you out. So please just this once let me pay." He pouted.

I sighed and sunk into my chair. "Fine."

He pulled out his money and then stopped, worry overtaking his face.

"What's wrong?" I said, sitting up.

"Bella, could you possible lend me five dollars?" He asked, straining his face.

"What's wrong?" I repeated.

"I seem to don't have enough money." He asked, clearly embarrassed.

"Of course, Edward. You didn't even need to ask." I said, taking the money out of my purse.

"I'm sorry, I'm not usually like this. I usually have plenty of money on key. I just.. this is embarrassing." He muttered.

"Edward, seriously it's not a problem at all. You can't always be perfect." I put a hand up silencing him.

I stood up, pushing my chair behind me and getting Edward's chair and pushing him to the entrance.

When we were outside, he seemed to relax a bit. The rain had seemed to stop, now it was just windy.

"Do you want me to stop pushing you now? I don't want to make you feel like you're not.. independent." I said, worrying.

"No, no. It's fine. I actually like you pushing me."

I smiled at the thought and continued pushing him.

"So where to now, sir?" I chuckled.

"Well, it almost seven, so I suppose you want to go home now?" he sighed.

"I guess so. Would you like to come over and watch a movie?"

"Would you mind?" He asked, hesitant.

"Not at all. I really like spending time with you, Edward."

"Okay, then. I'd love to."

I smiled. Getting to spend more time with Edward was just the way to spend this perfect Saturday.

"So, do you work, Edward?"

He turned his head down, as if I had asked a humiliating question.

"No." He mumbled.

"Huh.." I muttered. Then how did he get money?

"What?"

"No. It's.. it's nothing."

"Please just tell me. You'll say it eventually, so you just might aswell come out with it right now." he said, quite harshly.

"I was just wondering.. if you don't work, then how.. how do you get money?"

Edward sighed, looking straight ahead.

"I'm afraid to answer. You might think I'm a.. slacker or something."

"I won't. Please tell me." I said, removing one hand from handle to put his shoulder.

I felt an electric shock when he moved his hand to rest open mine and stroked it reassuringly.

He let go of it, and continued speaking. And I put my hand back on the handle, so he wouldn't slip from my grasp.

"I get disability grants from the government. It's something you have to apply for. Not everybody gets as much as I do, not everybody's grant follows through. But I get $1, 000, 000, 000, 000 dollars, more or less per year."

I stopped dead in my tracks.

He gets.. a trillion dollars per year? He was rich! Probably more rich than most movie stars.

"Bella? Are you okay?" He asked, turning to me.

"Y-you.. you're rich!" I said, my eyes widening.

Edward burst out laughing in that moment, his chair shaking so hard. What was so funny?

"I'm glad I amuse you." I muttered dryly.

"Bella, I was only kidding." he said, calming down from his fit of laughter. And then he continued, "I do get money from the government, but it's not that much. I just wanted to see your reaction."

He look up at me and then sat back in his seat, sighinh. "I knew I shouldn't have told you. You probably think I'm just some slacker who gets paid by doing nothing." he grumbled.

"No. That's not it. I was just.. shocked, I guess. I don't know anyone who has that amount of money. It's just shocking."

"You're not going to be a gold digger and try to marry me to get to my fortune are you?" he teased.

"Ha," I laughed, "I wish. I may be one thing, but a gold digger is not one of them. You don't like somebody because of their money or their looks. You like them for them." I said, carrying on wheeling him.

"So what would you like to watch?" I asked once we were back in my apartment.

"Depends. Got anything good?" He grinned.

I laughed. "I have just about every DVD made. Go and check them out. The stands are right beside the TV. Can I get you anything to drink?"

"Some water?"

"Sure."

I smiled, getting him a glass of water and a can of soda for myself.

"Did you pick anything good?" I asked, placing the water and soda on the table.

He grinned and showed me the DVD he had selected.

Misery.

"Have you ever seen this film?" I asked, putting the disc into the DVD player.

"Many times. It's one of my favourites and I haven't seen it in a while."

"Do you need help getting on the couch or would you prefer to.." I asked, fumbling.

I sucked at this disability stuff. I wish I knew the right questions, or how to make him feel comfortable.

"No, it's fine. I like sitting here." He smiled, pulling up next to me.

Throughout the movie, I felt pretty drowsy.

I had been up all morning awaiting for him to call and now the early morning was starting to catch up on me.

Maybe if I just closed my eyes..

EPOV:

Today was a remarkable day to say the least.

I enjoyed spending time with Bella. And when I saw her subtle jealousy from the waitress at the pizza place, it made me feel giddy inside.

I would have to ask her out sometime. I wasn't even sure if this afternoon was a date.

I liked Bella. I really, really liked Bella.

But there was no way in hell she would ever like a guy like me.

I was broken. No good for her in any way.

Throughout the movie, she had fallen asleep.

She looked beautiful when she slept. The day must have tired her out.

I turned off the movie and grabbed a cushion and placed it at the back of her head.

I reached for the blanket and threw it over her body, covering it entirely, so she wouldn't get cold.

I couldn't bring her to her bed, but it was the least I could do.

I felt bad about leaving her, so I decided to write a note.

I found a notepad and pen on the table and wrote her a note. I teared it out and left it by her can of soda, hoping she would notice it.

I wheeled myself out of her apartment, hoping tomorrow would be just as good as today.

Don't hate me for doing the whole cliche restaurant thing. :/

So last time I told you guys that I was dragging two friends to the movies, here's an update: one friend hated it. She was sighing non stop. :| But the other friend loveddddd it. I was so proud. Although, she's convinced that Time Is Running Out by Muse is on the soundtrack. Even though I told her many, many times before that it isn't. *rolls eyes* Fake fans.. they really do piss me off.

I wrote a lemon for my friend Jamie's fanfic. Go check out her story Citrus Fruits on her author page; jamienicole3x. Check out her full story, too. :P Promotionnnn.

So, that's really it for now. Comments, questions? I'll see you guys next weekend. Have a great one. :)