BPOV:
My body was in pain when I woke up the next morning.
I opened an eye and saw the purple velvet decoration of my couch.
Slowly, I moved by face away to avoid suffocation, realizing that I must have fallen asleep on the couch last night. And Edward..
I sat up as fast as lightening, ignoring the muscles I probably pulled.
Looking around the room, I saw that Edward was nowhere in sight.
He must have let himself out after I rudely fell asleep last night, leaving him to be consumed with boredom.
Laying my head back on the couch, my head met with a cushion.
He must have put the cushion behind my head the blanket around me so I wouldn't feel discomfort.
He was so sweet. It was almost like he could do no wrong.
I slowly untangled my legs from each other and sat up, ignoring the crack in my back.
I ran a hand through my severely knotty hair and grabbed my can of half full soda and the empty class off the table.
I knew that if I left mess there, it would only get more and more messy and then I would be too lazy to clean.
I stopped when I saw a page with unfamiliar handwriting beside my can.
I picked it up and began reading it, smiling.
Bella,
You looked so peaceful sleeping that I didn't want to wake you up.
I would have moved you to your bed, but I can't for obvious reasons.
I hope that you had pleasant dreams. And if you want, you can call me when you wake up, no matter the time.
Edward.
Just that tiny inch of a letter made my stomach fill up with butterflies.
He was so sweet, always thinking of others.
But I felt sad for him, that he wasn't able to move me because of his disability.
Unsurprisingly, it didn't bother to me.
It didn't bother that he wasn't able to move me to the bed, pull out a seat for me, or even walk.
None of that even mattered to me.
But I can tell that somewhere deep in side of him, it matters to him. And he might think that he's not good enough and just run away, forgive the pun.
I was determined not to let that happen.
Now that I had met Edward and got to know him a little more, I was more determined than ever to never let him go.
I hopped off the couch and practically skipped towards the telephone, which was hooked up near to the kitchen.
I picked up the receiver, stopping to look at me watch.
It was 7:56a.m., I hope Edward wouldn't mind me calling him this early.
But he did say to call at any time.. even if I would wake up.
I went with my gut and called him up anyways.
The line was ringing. Too late to back out now.
He picked up on the third ring.
"Hello?" Edward's voice, music to my ears, echoed through the phone.
"Hey, it's uh.. me. Bella."
"Hey, Bella! Of course I know it's you, I'd recognize your voice from a mile away." He said enthusiastically.
"Well I'm glad you're so happy to hear my voice!" I laughed, then asked nervously, "I didn't wake you up or anything did I?"
"No, not at all. I was just about to go get some breakfast actually."
"Oh. Um, sorry. I can ring you after if you'd like?" I said awkwardly.
"Bella, would you like to get some breakfast with me!"
"Sure!" I said a bit too loud, mentally slapping myself for sounding too eager.
"Great. Meet you in the restaurant we first met at in say, half an hour? Or do you need more time?" He asked, sounding unsure.
"Half an hour is fine. I'm not quite a barbie doll."
"Great, see you then."
"Alright, bye." I smiled, hanging up the phone.
I fell against the wall behind me, feeling my heart speed up more and more.
I shook off to the tingles from my spine and skipped to my bedroom to get ready.
I didn't feel like having a shower, so I just threw on an old hoodie and jeans, with a pair of my old green chucks.
By the time I had my hair back, it was time to meet Edward for breakfast, so I grabbed my wallet, locking the door behind me.
Just as I got outside, it started raining. Just my luck, I thought.
I roughly pulled my hood up over my head and ran to the cafe.
When I got there, Edward was nowhere in sight.
Glancing down at my watch, I saw it was only 8:35 a.m
Shrugging, I walked up to the counter, purchasing something hot to drink.
The server's blonde head turned around to meet my face, grinning.
To my horror, it was the same server from the last time I was here.
"Bella!" He exclaimed, his pearly whites almost blinding my eyes.
"Hi, erm.. Mike." I added, glancing down at his name tag.
"You remembered my name!"
He looked like he was going to pee himself at this small fact.
"Um, Mike? It's on your name tag." I said, pointed to his shirt.
"Oh, right. Duh!" He snorted, slapping his head.
"So, can I just get a mug of hot chocolate with foam, please?" I said, impatient with this annoying puppy-like boy.
"Sure thing, honeybun! I'll even make it myself." He winked, trying to make himself look seductive I'm sure.
Sweetheart. Honeybun.
I shuddered involountarily. What was with all these people from Forks and their creepy pet names?
"Take a seat, I'll bring it down to you."
I nodded, not smiling, taking a seat in the far back by a window.
I pressed my thumbs to my forehead, trying to de-stress my crackled brain.
"Bella? Are you okay?" Came the voice of my saviour.
Looking up, I smiled at Edward.
"Fine. Just.. Mike." I gestured towards the puppy, grimacing.
"Was he bothering you?"
"He's more like a lost, nerdy puppy. And annoying. Just not something I want to hear in the morning." I sighed.
Edward nodded, smilingly sadly.
He surprised me by taking my hand in his, stroking my knuckles with his thumbs reassuringly.
I smiled at the gesture, bringing his hand to my face.
"Bella.." He whispered, leaning toward my face, breathing me in.
"Yes, Edward?" I whispered back.
He closed his eyes, squinting. Seeming to try to decided on what to say.
Finally, he opened his eyes. His beautiful green eyes wide with emotion.
But, again, we were interrupted before he could say another word.
"Bella!" Emmett's voice boomed.
"Emmett! What are you doing here?" I laughed.
I noticed Edward frowning as he pulled to sit beside me.
"He followed me here. Convinced I was running off to Iowa with you." Edward murmured.
"Why Iowa?" I laughed harder.
"Because Iowa sounds like AWOL." Emmett said, grabbing another table and smashing it against ours.
"No it doesn't!" Edward and I disagreed in unison, both laughing.
"Hey, Bella. Here's your hot chocolate." Mike came, handing my hot chocolate to me.
"Thanks." I murmured.
Rosalie sat down with two Sunday breakfasts and a stack of pancakes.
She placed the stack of pancakes in front of Edward, whose eyes were on Mike's and not the pancakes.
Rosalie must have some waitressing skills, I thought briefly.
Emmett said beside Rosalie, both of them sitting opposite us.
"So, um. Bella.." Mike said, rocking back on his heels, hands in pockets.
"Mike?" I asked nervously.
"I was wondering. Um, are you busy tonight?" He fidgeted.
"Uh.."
I knew what he was asking, and there was no way in hell I would want to go on a date with him.
Edward looked back at me, worry filling his eyes.
I grabbed his hand in mine, squeezing his hand reassuringly.
"Actually, Newton," Edward said turning back to Mike, "Bella has plans with me this evening."
Four eyes widened at Edward's natural comment.
"You do?" Three voices echoed.
They all turned to me, waiting for an answer.
"It's true." I nodded, confirming my plans.
"But why?" Mike asked, still shocked.
"Why what?" I asked puzzled.
"Why go out with him when you can go out with me?" He said, gesturing to himself.
"Because I actually like going out with someone that can form more than two syllables, that doesn't snort laugh." I said simply.
"B-but, he can't walk. He's disabled. No where near good enough for you." He said, venom filling his mouth.
"You know what? Just shut up, Mike. It's nothing to do with you. You're just an immature lost little puppy. So go and let us have our breakfast in peace. If you don't, you won't want to look at your face for a week." Emmett growled, clenching his fist.
Mike gulped, scurrying back to the counter at the top of the cafe.
"Thanks, Emmett. I'm sure I would have had much restraint left if I had to defend myself to him." I sighed.
Emmett grinned back, and began digging into his food.
We kept up casual conversation around breakfast.
Edward wasn't pleased at the fact that I hadn't ordered food, so he shared his stack of pancakes with me.
After breakfast, we parted with Rosalie and Emmett.
Edward and I were walking back to my place, talking amongst ourselves.
"So, do I really have plans with you tonight or was that just to scare Mike off?" I asked.
"Oh, err, I'm sorry for that. It's just.. he was making you uncomfortable. And I wouldn't want to make you feel uncomfortable, like you have some obligation to spend the night with me, so - "
"Edward, stop." I laughed. "I would love to spend the night with you."
"Really?" He smiled crookedly.
"Of course. There's no one else that I would rather spend it with." I shrugged.
Edward smiled, seeming pleased at something.
"So, what are we doing?"
"Movie?" He suggested.
"Sounds perfect. Pick me up at seven?"