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I giggle.
Fuck there I go again with the damn giggling!
Black slacks with a navy blue long sleeve dress shirt with the cuffs rolled up so I can see his forearms.
Oh fuck me.
That hair.
It's must seriously be illegal to have hair that's just screaming for me to run my hands through it.
I look into his eyes and they're that dark green color again.
A grin appears on his face.
"Hey."
"Hi." I say back.
Fuck seriously loss of words yet again.
It's a good thing I never went to college. My vocabulary would seriously be out the door right now.
"You look amazing." I hear him say. God that voice is so smooth. I can't wait to hear him whisper my name in bed.
Hold the fucking phone.
Why the hell am I thinking about him in bed already? God I've known this guy all of what nearly 2 weeks? One of those weeks being when we had no communication at all while this past week was by far the best I've had to get to know a guy with just using a phone.
"We match." I manage to choke out. Way to go Swan you are a women of many words.
He chuckles. "Yeah I guess we do." I see him looking over my outfit and I could have sworn I heard a moan.
"I really love that color on your skin." I hear him say in a lower voice. Seriously I need a new pair of panties now.
"I guess we should get going huh?" he gestures toward what I see is a "Holy fuck you've got a Vanquish?" I scream. "WHAT?" I hear before a thud. I so bet that was Rose and Ali fucking spying on us right now.
"Yeah I actually just bought it. Figured it fit me pretty well." I see a look in his eyes that tells me there must be a story behind this car but hey I'll just go along for the ride.
Any ride he'll give me works.
As he opens the door for me and I get in. Fuck this leather feels so good. I may have to give in and buy myself a car. I can't part with my baby though so that's going to be a tough decision I'll have to make.
Once inside the car, Edward turns to me.
"You know that dress is practically sinful. But I'm guessing it's not your usual style am I right?" he asks. It's an honest question that I'm sure it might offend most women. He's right though it's a dress that isn't me but I let the girls have their fun.
"You're right. Ali and Rose picked it out." I smile. I realize that they do want me to open my wardrobe up a bit but I wear what I want and what keeps me comfy. Can't deny a girl her comfort am I right?
Of course I am.
"I really love that blush on you as well. I can see it doesn't just stay on your face though." I hear him whisper. Am I seriously blushing? I can't even remember the last time I did!
It's so embarrassing I don't know what to say to him. "Hey." he says while I look up at him.
"You're really beautiful and that blush you have is gorgeous." he smiles. I can't help but smile back at him.
"Well how about we go get some food and talk a bit more?" he suggests. I agree with him because seriously I'm fucking starved already.
The ride to Spago isn't a very far one. Easy conversation takes place through out the ride there.
As we pull up and walk in, there are a few flashes of lights. Whatever. They can just think what they want. I haven't let the press get to me. Ever. I'm just worried about Edward if anything.
As we walk up to the hostess, I see those fucking eyes wandering all over Edward.
Get your own bitch he's mine. Man Swan a bit possessive of the man much?
"Reservations for 2 under Masen." He says while still looking at me.
I feel that blush creeping back up like the traitor it is.
"Sure right this way." says the fucking slut with fake boobs and so much work done; there probably isn't even a brain in that head anymore.
As we take our seats I watch with a death glare as the hostess slowly walks away from us.
"God could she be any more of a slut." I huff out. I hear Edward laugh. "Nice to know you really speak your mind." he manages to say between his fits of laughter.
I'm shocked by his response but not entirely. I've always said what was on my mind no matter whom I was talking to. Can't help it. I've got no verbal filter and look at me now. I'm doing just fine. Thank you fucking much.
"Are you serious right now?" I look at him. He laughs again. "What? I actually like that you don't keep anything in at all." he says. "Having a verbal filter is something I was born without so I make due." I explain while laughing.
"So tell me about yourself Ms. Isabella Swan. Is being a pop princess what you always wanted?" That's an easy one. "Of course. Well I thought we'd head off to college and possibly get discovered there but hey if being discovered in high school is what works then fuck yeah I'll take that." I respond back to him.
"What about you Mr. Edward Masen. What are your dreams?" I see sadness in his eyes but it's gone in a flash. There must be more to this guy than I can guess.
"Well to be honest, I didn't even know of you and your band until a few weeks ago." he says sheepishly. "Ok I know you're joking right? Not to toot my own horn but 'toot toot' but we're the #1 band right now." I say back to him.
"Yes I know that now but being in jail doesn't give you the choice to find out what or who the biggest things are right now." he says. I look at him but he's staring at his filet mignon. "It's not a very interesting story but I might as well tell you before things get crazy.
"I've been in jail the past 3 years." I just stare at him. Jail. Edward in jail. For the past 3 years? I try to rack my brain with reasons as to why he could be in there. Some of them driving me crazy with.
"Before you get all nuts and try to figure out why I was in jail, I'd like to try explain." he questions.
A fucking convict currently has me out for a date. I'm a bit further away from home than I'd like. Can't take his car, cause the valet has the keys. What am I going to do?
"Bella?" I hear.
"Sorry what." I think I may have just missed his whole explanation all because someone can't help keep her brain in check when it comes to making shit up.
As he starts from the beginning he tells me all about his parents, Edward and Elizabeth. Even about his Aunt Esme. After hearing about all that, I know something is still bothering him.
I decide we need to move onto a different topic.
We talk about my hometown. What it was like to grow up in a small town unlike a big city like Edward did.
"Does your dad really car a gun with him?" I hear Edward question.
"Of course he does. He is the chief of police in Forks." I say back.
I see he's thinking really hard about something so I figure it's time to head back.
After the bill is paid and we start heading out of the restaurant, a light goes off and the screaming starts.
"Bella, Bella over here."
"Who's the mystery man you're with tonight?"
"Can we get a smile over here Ms. Swan."
"Is he your current boyfriend?"
"Was it a shock to you that he's Esme Platt's son?"
I stop dead in my tracks and look up.
He's whose son?