A/N: Thanks to everyone for the awesome reviews on the last chappie. I promise that sweet romantic Edward isn't going anywhere, in fact he makes another appearance in this chapter, but spoiled rich kid Edward is always there in the back of his mind. Btw… if any of you ever go to Amsterdam, you really can stay at a hostel boat called 'the beagle' in the center of town. I am trying to make this as realistic as possible.

BPOV

I had such a raging headache and when I rolled over slowly and almost fell off the small bed. That definitely would not have helped my situation. I glanced down at the alarm clock and it was almost nine in the morning. Edward hadn't set the alarm because we weren't in a rush to be anywhere today, and I was really grateful for that. I sat up slowly, getting slightly dizzy and rushed to get a bottle of water from the mini-bar in the main cabin. I sat on one of the couches and watched all the people and tourists walk through the streets near our little boat. If I wasn't feeling like shit, this would have been a great morning. I fished some Tylenol out of my bag and popped them quickly, waiting patiently for the throbbing to go away. I was tempted to have a shower, but since Edward was still sound asleep and the bathroom was near his bed, I decided to wait until he was awake. I opted instead to check my email and see if I heard anything back from Angela. Of course she had responded. My last email was all about Edwards' chest.

Pictures Bella… now!

So where are you now? Are you enjoying it? Did he kiss you? What sights have you seen?

Angela

Short and to the point. Got to love that about Angela. I took the memory card out of my camera and quickly plugged it into the outlet on the front of the computer, attaching the photo I took of Edward in front of our boat to my email. I tried to keep my email short, but after I described the outfit I had purchased and all the drinking, I realized it was longer than intended. I said a quick goodbye and hit send. Hoping that I would get a chance to check my email again today to see what Angela thought of him. A small smile crossed my lips because I knew she would find him just as cute as I did. I also sent my mom a quick email letting her know I was in Amsterdam and safe and that I would call her on Sunday.

"Morning Drunky O'Toole," said Edward as he slowly climbed the steps up to the main cabin. I just nodded my head in acknowledgment and took a big sip of my water. "How are you feeling?" he asked with a smirk.

"Apparently a lot worse than you," I said feeling slightly remorseful for all the drinking that took place the night before.

"Yeah well, you practically passed out the moment we got back onto the boat, and you had about five drinks more than I did."

"What are we going to do today?" I asked curiously. "If I'm not mistaken, I think I gave you permission to plan today's events."

"Actually, I want to plan tomorrow. While I was waiting for you to get changed last night, not realizing you had already passed out, I found something I wanted to do but it's not until tomorrow night. Are you cool with that?" Edward asked sweetly as he raised his eye brow, anticipating my answer.

"Yeah, that's fine. Once I shower we can head out to a few museums today. I think too much excitement today might just break me," I laughed with a quick smile. Edward headed out to fetch us some breakfast while I got into the small shower and started to instantly feel better.

The rest of the day was remarkably relaxed and quiet. We ate breakfast in peace and after Edward was showered the dressed, we headed to the Van Gogh museum, followed by the Rembrandt House Museum. Edward kept recommending we visit the sex or hemp museums, but I told him he could do so whenever he wanted to but I wasn't going with him. Needless to say, he didn't go because he wouldn't leave my side.

"You know, if I was ever on Jeopardy and the category was Rembrandt, I would definitely kick ass," said Edward as we wandered through the Rembrandt House Museum.

"You'd never get on Jeopardy babe; you have to know about more than just Rembrandt, sexual positions and weed." I said with a laugh. Edward just rolled his eyes at me and we kept going. Our next stop was the Anne Frank House, which neither of us wanted to spend much time at because it was just too depressing, so we took a photo, did the tour and headed to our last stop, the Rijksmuseum. Edward grabbed a headset so that he could listen to the information on the paintings, which I thought was kind of cute. He actually wanted to learn and not just listen to me babble incoherently about art. We checked out their section called 'masterpieces' and I spent a long time with the Rembrandts and Vermeers, while Edward wandered away to keep in time with his headset.

When I found him almost half an hour later, he was sitting on a bench near the beginning of the exhibit chatting up some spectacular looking blonde. I wasn't nearly as bold as him when it came to the jealousy game, so I simply walked over and asked if he was ready to go. Apparently he was relieved to see me based on the look he gave me when I spoke.

"Yeah, let's go babe," he said with his patented smile as he stood from the bench and grabbed my hand.

"Bye Edward," said the sultry foreign voice of the blonde uber-babe. We returned his headset at the main desk and wandered out into the now dark warm night.

"Are you hungry?" he asked curiously. I just nodded my head and pulled my hand from his as we walked down the street. I kept thinking about the blonde who had been chatting him up and I couldn't help it as the odd feeling of jealousy suddenly swept over me. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, why would you think something was wrong?" I asked as I tried to reconcile my feelings of jealousy with the fact that I truly had no reason to be jealous at all. They were only talking.

"Okay, if you insist," said Edward with a forced smile. "Wanna head to Pizza Hut for dinner? We can get something to go and head back to the boat? I was sitting out there last night watching the lights on the water and it was really cool."

"Sure, sounds good." I said as we walked down the street towards the small Pizza Hut that was located near our boat. I had been pretty adventurous in trying new food on our trip, but sometimes, I just needed some good old fashioned comfort food. We grabbed our dinner and spent the rest of the evening on the boat chatting about the city and what we had liked so far, while we ate. Edward was partial to the bar the night before, primarily because he said I was all over him like white on rice. I blushed furiously because I knew it had to be true even if I didn't remember it that well. Every time I drank, Angela had to tell me horror stories of my aggressive dancing. I usually just laughed it off, but now I just felt embarrassed. Edward didn't seem to mind though because he had a gigantic smile on his face as he told me what happened.

"So, what are we doing tomorrow?" I asked curiously as I lay on the couch, directly across from him. We had gotten changed into our pajamas to get more comfortable, and Edward opted to wear a t-shirt this time.

"We're doing culture, Edward Cullen style," he said happily.

"We're getting high and going to that sex museum aren't we?" I said half jokingly. "or the vodka museum where they offer up free samples?"

"Definitely not the vodka museum. The guys there will probably offer you entire bottles while they pretended I don't exist. No, I'm serious. You taught me about Art today so tomorrow I will teach you about music." Edward was practically beaming with excitement as he told me this. I just smiled and tried to think of the things we would be doing. It was almost midnight when we agreed to go to bed, but not before checking our email online. As expected, Angela emailed me back.

Bella,

I am so sorry I am missing this trip. Edward is fucking hot. Seriously, jump his bones. Is that too obvious? Since he's both cute and clearly crushing on you, I have no idea why you are holding back. Hell, I'd probably dump Ben in a heartbeat if I had Edward chasing me around Europe. Lucky bitch. Send more photos, preferably without clothes.

Love Ya,

Angela

I was staring at my screen giggling at Angela's request for naked photos when Edward peered over at me to see what I was doing.

"Stupid email forwards," I said with a grin. I sent her a quick email back telling her about the museums and that Edward was going to teach me about music the next day and quickly hit send. I didn't even answer her request for naked photos, but the thought still made me laugh. I stretched my arms up and yawned. "I'm heading to bed," I said as I turned off my computer and headed down to the bedroom cabin.

"I'll be down in a minute, I have to finish this email to my sister," said Edward as I nodded at him casually. I was so tired that I fell asleep on top of the covers, and it was only a little while later that I felt Edward lift me up slightly to cover me up. He was officially the sweetest guy ever.

EPOV

I was thankful to finally get an email back from Alice after I sent her one in Brussels explaining my dilemma.

You've never had a problem getting the girl before, why is it such a problem this time? If this Bella girl is being such a challenge, why don't you come home? I know Jessica has been asking about you all month at the club. Jasper is ready to kick her in the baby maker if she asks one more time about when you are coming back.

If you really want the girl, just go with some old fashioned wooing. No girl can resist romance. Not the flowers and candy kinda romance, but the 'I actually put a lot of thought into planning us a nice date' kind. She'll probably appreciate it more than daisies. I know I would.

Glad to hear you're still alive. I'll let the parentals know. Don't do anything I wouldn't do.

-Ali

Okay, so Alice's email was a monumental waste of time. I had already decided to try to wooing thing after the way she was acting at the club, which was the only reason I changed my day of planned events to Friday. I shut off the computer feeling very frustrated with my sister, and didn't even respond back to her. I pulled the covers over Bella, because once again, she fell asleep on top of the bed and I climbed into my bed, anticipating the events of tomorrow.

Once we were dressed and had eaten a decent breakfast, I dragged Bella around the city until we found the central library. When we walked inside, I immediately heard the soft music and asked the security guard where we would find it. He pointed towards the left and I grabbed Bella's hand and led her towards the melodies. We stopped as we entered a big room, filled with chairs and a piano up at the front where a young guy, probably no more than twelve, was playing the piano like he was fricking Mozart. Bella turned her head to me and smiled brightly as I dragged her towards a seat at the back.

"I thought this was a library?" she whispered to me quietly as I tried to pay attention to both her and the music.

"It is. I found out they let kids do recitals here on Friday afternoons, so here we are." She blushed and I immediately found it endearing. We sat in silence for the longest time, just listening to them play their soft and beautiful music. There weren't a lot of people in the room, but everyone was in awe of them. When they were all done, I walked up to the front and politely asked if I could use the piano for a few minutes. The woman who ran the performance simply nodded her head and I practically sprinted to the bench and sat down, making Bella sit beside me. I started out with chopsticks because it had been a while since I had played, unfortunately. But eventually started playing some of the more difficult pieces I knew. I didn't watch Bella at all while I played, but I felt her beside me, so at least she didn't run away. I was trying hard to impress her, but I probably didn't need to. I finished off about fifteen minutes later with one of the pieces I had composed myself that got me accepted into NYU.

"That was awesome," said Bella happily when I finished.

"Sorry for dragging you. It had been so long since I had played, I needed to get my rhythm back," I joked with a small smile. She had a huge grin plastered on her face and it made me like her even more because she liked my music.

"If you ever feel the need to play again, just let me know and we'll go. I loved listening to you play." I just nodded my head in agreement and decided that in each city I would try to find the chance to play again. Then I could technically say that I had played all over Europe. "So how are you going to dazzle me now?" I glanced down at my watch and it was already four in the afternoon.

"I'm not. We have to head back to the boat and pick up something, and then we're going to a park." I said sincerely. Bella shot me another one of her confused glances, but I just grabbed her hand and led her from the library. She fished her camera out of her purse and took a quick picture of the library before we turned and headed back to the boat. I grabbed the blanket that Herold had been generous to leave for us, as per my request and an additional twenty dollar tip. We grabbed some sandwiches and snacks from a local café and made our way to the park on foot. It was dusk by the time we got there, but we didn't have a problem finding a decent spot on the grass where I laid the blanket out.

"We're having a picnic?" asked Bella with a big smile on her face. Apparently she had never had a picnic before.

"Sorta." I said with a sly grin. We sat down comfortably on the blanket and started eating almost immediately, both of us both starving since we didn't have lunch. Suddenly, there was a loud noise at the front of the stage and I turned Bella towards it as the orchestra walked out and took their seats.

"We're having a picnic and watching an orchestra in a park?" she said sounding completely shocked. She suddenly smiled a very big and genuine smile. It was absolutely adorable. I knew Alice would be impressed by my wooing techniques, and reminded myself to email her about them another time.

"Is that okay?" I asked politely, even though I knew she was already excited. She grabbed her camera and took a quick picture of the park and all the people sitting on the grass, as well as the orchestra on the stage. Suddenly, she reached her camera out to the people beside us and asked them if they would be willing to take a picture of us together. They didn't speak any English, but luckily they were able to understand all her hand gestures, because a moment later, Bella was sitting right beside me, my arm around her shoulder and we had our first picture taken together. "I want a copy of that one too," I said with a smile.

We finished our sandwiches and relaxed in silence for a little while. I had leaned back on my elbows and was staring at the stars in the sky when I noticed Bella lay down on her back beside me. She looked so relaxed and comfortable in her tight shorts and small tank top. It was a super humid night, and as I watched Bella, I praised the weather gods for the good fortune they had bestowed upon me.

"I wonder if they have these little concerts in other cities," asked Bella curiously as she rolled onto her side to face me.

"They have them in New York during the spring and summer. Too bad you're going to Chicago," I said sounding very bitter, even though I had no reason to be. She had gotten into Northwestern before we even knew the other existed. She might not have even applied to any colleges in New York, although I knew Columbia had a great art history program. Chicago probably had some sort of summer concerts, but I didn't feel the need to tell her that.

"I might have to visit New York one summer then," she said with a slight snicker.

"If you came to New York, would you look me up?" I asked curiously. I knew that if I ever made it to Chicago, I would definitely try to find her. I might even hire a private investigator first so I knew exactly where to find her. Okay, so that was borderline stalking, but she didn't need to know that.

"I guess that depends. What if I don't go to New York until I'm like fifty and I'm married with teenagers? Would you still want to see me?" she asked nervously. She was biting her bottom lip in a way that I had never noticed before, and my thoughts immediately turned to kissing her.

"Is your marriage solid or rocky?" I asked with a sly grin. "Do you have teenage daughters?"

"Let's say my marriage is rocky and I have two sons." I thought about it for a moment and nodded my head.

"Of course I would want to see you. I'd probably have moves in thirty years that I don't have now and you would find me irresistible." I said with a laugh and slight inflection of confidence. Bella just rolled her eyes and lay back down the blanket, enjoying the music and the stars. A little while later I glanced down at my watch and noticed it was almost ten. The concert was supposed to end soon, and I hadn't even tried to make a move on her, like I had thought about all day.

As I looked down at Bella with her closed eyes and big smile, I decided to just do it. No time like the present, I told myself. So, I turned onto my side and put one hand on the opposite side of her body, hovering over her. She didn't move. Perhaps I had been so stealthy in my movements, that she hadn't heard me. I bent my head forward and placed a small kiss on her lips, as her eyes shot open in surprise. Even more surprising though was that she didn't pull away from me. When I went in for another one, her hand reached up to the back of my head and pulled me down closer to her. Her lips gently grazed mine for a moment and I felt her tongue run along my bottom lip, so I swiftly opened my mouth, eager to taste her. When our tongues met, I sucked on hers for a moment, pulling it into my mouth. I used my free hand to softly caress her rosy cheek as she plunged her tongue forcefully my mouth. As I noticed our breathing get harder, and my sexual frustration growing, I pulled away.

"What's wrong?" asked Bella breathlessly as she sat up and looked at me with a slightly sad expression.

"Did you want that?" I asked politely, staring at her with longing and trying to read her expression, with no luck. Suddenly she nodded her head in agreement and I leaned in again, this time for a soft sweet peck on the lips. "But what happens in seven weeks when we head back home, alone?"

Bella pulled her knees up to her chest and laid her arms down across them, then rested her head on her forearms. "I don't know," she admitted honestly, even though I was hoping for a little more insight. "Why don't we just see what happens? In seven weeks you could hate my guts," she said with a grin.

"Highly doubtful Bella," I remarked seriously. If I felt as seriously for her as I did when I kissed her just moment ago, we were in big trouble.