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Chapter 5

19th December 2012

"I'm telling you, we need to go right."

"No, Bella, I've made this journey before. It's definitely left."

"Are you blind?" I point to the map. "Or are you just stupid?" He narrows his eyes at me, and sits his ass down on Blush. "Hey! Get off Blush. You'll hurt her."

He jumps down and holds his hands up in surrender, but not after he's muttered distastefully "hurt her precious Blush". "All right, I'm not hurting Blush. But just you get your arse in the car so we can be on our way already," he whines.

I've come to realize that Edward Cullen whines and complains like nobody's business when he doesn't get his way. It's actually quite funny and adorable sometimes.

"Arse," I mimic his accent and giggle. He rolls his eyes and his ears tint pink. Like I said, freakin' cute this guy is. "Okay, let's go left. But I'm tellin' ya, Cullen, we'll be lost in an hour."

"We'll see, Swan." He grins in victory and revs the engine as I get in.

After leaving the airport, we drove for four hours straight and then took a two hour nap and some breakfast at a side motel. Since then, we've been on the road again for two hours and have fought about directions about twenty-seven times not counting the most recent one. So basically, we're going at a much slower speed than normal people would.

Oh and I've also named the car Blush. Come on, it just fits! And Blush is definitely a 'she', about which Edward had a lot of protesting to do, but no one beats the puppy dog eyes of Bella Swan. So in that particular battle, I came out as the victor with a victory laugh to go with it.

"You want chips?" I say, offering him some BBQ Pringles. We also stocked up on the junk, and now the entire backseat is full of crap.

"Duh," he replies and begins to shove his face with food. "Bella?" he says after a while.

"Edward?" I repeat in the same tone and drink up the Grappo Fizz.

"Tell me something about your friends."

Some might think that's an odd and random request, but I've also learned in the short time I've known Edward, that he tends to make numerous odd requests. After a point, they stop being…well…odd.

"Okay, well, my best friend is a total and complete nerd. She's actually my exact opposite, but that's what makes me and Angela click so well with each other. Aannddd," I drawl, thinking what else is there to tell about her, "she's doing music at NYU, we're also roommates in this little condo, and every Friday we do movie marathons." We actually just end up crying and bitching about our pathetic love lives the second movie into the marathon, but I don't feel the need to mention that to Edward.

"I think I'd like her," he says, the heart-stopping crooked grin in place on his full lips. "What's your favorite movie?"

I scrunch up my face at that. No one has just one favorite movie. "I can't choose one from all the amazing movies," I say in a you're-stupid-if-you-don't-know-this voice. "If you ask action, I'll probably say Die Another Day. If you ask romantic, I'll probably say 'oh all of them', and the dancer in me will probably list off Step Up and Burlesque." It's like he's asking me to choose between my favorite music, which is again, an endless list. "What's your favorite movie?"

"That's easy. Anything with Clint Eastwood and it's an instant favorite of mine."

I laugh out loud at that. Such a typical guy. "So, you mean you'd rather watch Where Eagles Dare rather than Goldfinger?"

He gives me a look of surprise and raises an impressed eyebrow. "Why, Miss Swan, you may just have listed my two all-time favorite movies."

"Really?" I say, giddy about the fact that I was able to. Yeah, don't ask me why I feel that way either, 'cos I got nothin'.

"Yep. Eastwood blew me in the very first scene in Where Eagles Dare, and Goldfinger is an all-time Bond classic. There's honestly no competition between these two. Although," he says, a twinkle in his eye and a secretive grin on his face, "the foodie in me would name another movie entirely."

"No Reservations?" I take a guess, this being the only movie that came to my mind which has anything to do with chefs and restaurants and food in general.

"Nope." He glances at me from the corner of his eye. "Ratatouille," he says, so softly that I almost missed it. Almost.

I gasp and shift in my seat to stare at him open-mouthed. "No way."

"Yeah, well, my little niece made me watch it with her one day, and then," he says ominously, "there was no going back."

I chuckle and fix my eyes on his profile. The sun is falling slant on his face, making his bronze hair shine and his eyes look like melted gold. This man right here is perfection in so many ways. If we didn't have to part ways later… if we would've met under different circumstances… But maybe, just maybe, we can make it work between – Shut up, brain!

"Why, Mr. Cullen, you're a man full of secrets," I say, my mouth a little dry, desperately hanging on to anything that'll distract me from the particular train of thoughts my mind is drifting toward.

He slows down the car a little and half turns his face toward me. I'm not that worried about an accident since we're basically in an isolated stretch of the highway and there's not a living soul nearby.

His eyes fix me in their piercing stare and his face splits into a large grin. "You have no idea, Miss Swan," he says casually, teasingly.

But the look he's giving me… it's anything but casual and teasing. It's intense, and it just about screams desire, and my thoughts are confirmed when his eyes fix on my lips. Suddenly, the air in the car is hot and heavy with anticipation and anxiousness.

Unconsciously, I shift closer to him in my seat. His eyes meet mine for a second and then concentrate once again on my lips.

"Bella," he whispers, leaning a little closer, the car almost crawling on the road now.

"Edward," I exhale, moving my lips toward his.

Almost there… just one more inch and I'll taste his full, pink lip–

All of a sudden, the car jerks, and I fall down hard on my ass between the seat and the dashboard, my head crashing against it as I fall oh so mightily.

"OW! Shit!" I shout, rubbing my head, wedged in the minuscule place.

What the fuck in the name of all that's holy just happened?!

"Bella!" Edward exclaims. "My God, are you all right?"

"No," I growl. "Help me up."

He holds out his hand and I grasp it, wiggle my ass a little, and finally come out unscathed. Victory!

"What the hell just happened?" I ask, rubbing my head where I hit it. "And why did we stop?" I look around, confused, and my eyes fall to the gray smoke coming out of the hood of Blush.

No. No fucking way.

"Oh shit," I gasp. I turn my panicked face to look at Edward, hoping that I'm wrong. "Don't tell me –"

He nods sullenly. "The engine got overheated, I guess. The car broke down when we were…y'know…"

"But now we're stranded in the middle of nowhere," I cry.

"Yeah well… your precious little Blush works wonders doesn't she?"

And this time, his cute grin only earns him a scowl.

Wanna see a picture of Blush? It's there on my profile! What are these two gonna do now...? *taps finger on chin* Oh wait, I already know *cheeky grin*

Till the next time!