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Chapter 2

Edward POV:

I sat in my bed the next morning, staring at the little pink phone on my bedside table and wondering if it was too early to call one of the contact numbers on it. I was also hoping there was one labeled "Home". That would be useful.

The alarm clock told me it was only ten… would that be a good time to call?

Ugh! Why couldn't Bella just show up and say, "Hey! I think you have my phone!"? But then again, she didn't know I had it…

I sat in bed for a good half hour before I decided that someone should probably be up. Hopefully.

I snatched the phone from the table and turned it back on. When it loaded, it notified me that there were two new messages, from "Angela Cell". I knew it was probably illegal, but I opened the conversation, and read the messages.

The first one, sent three minutes before the next one, said, "Lol, sry yur havin a boring time. Wish I cud b there w u."

Then the next, "Hello? Bella? Gr8, now yu'v done got e10 by a wild dog or somfin."

I'm guessing that one was sent after she dropped it.

I also had a feeling that this Angela chick wouldn't appreciate me calling her after her friend quit texting her.

After fiddling with it for a few more minutes, I found her contacts list, which was surprisingly short. But, that made it easier to find a familiar name (Charlie) since it was second only to Angela.

I took a deep breath and pressed the green button.

Bella POV:
If it tells you how stressed I was, I woke up at six on a Saturday, trying to find my phone, thinking maybe I'd left it at home… but I did recall texting Angela before the VB incident.

And if it tells you how relieved I was when the house phone rang, with the Caller ID saying , "Bella Swan," I jumped across my bed to answer it.

I pushed the hair out of my face, and sighed, answering it, "Thank God you have my phone!"

A male's laugh and response, "I wouldn't be saying that too soon, I could've stolen it on purpose. Besides, you don't even know who I am."

"Fine, who are you?"

"Edward Cullen," he responded.

"Cullen, Cullen…" I pondered, and it didn't take long for me to remember, "Ah! Edward! You're Alice's older brother, right?"

He laughed again, "Yeah, sadly. You know her?"

"Graduated with her."

"Really? How did I manage to not see you at the ceremony? From what I've seen, it would be hard to skip over you."

I raised an eyebrow, "Want to tell me how you found my phone?"

"No. But you can tell that Embry friend of yours that he has terrible taste in gummy worms."

"Oh!" I snapped my fingers and laughed. "You're the vampire boy from the haunted house! I can't believe I didn't recognize your voice!" I shrugged, "Now I'm less creeped out by that graduation comment you made."

"You heard that?" He sighed. "Good, I thought I was going to have to say it again."

"That hard of a lie, huh?"

"No!" He protested, his deep voice colored with emotion. "I just meant I might have to hint again that I think you're attractive."

I blushed, and cleared my throat, "So, have any plans on giving my phone back to me?"

"I was hoping to give it to you tomorrow at lunch."

"We're having lunch together tomorrow?" I asked.

"I was hoping..."

"Oh… yeah, uh. Sure? When and where?"

"The cafe at 1?"

"Sure."

"See you there," he said, then said goodbye.

After the phone call, I sat on my bed, trying to remember the face of Edward Cullen. I was pretty sure he was attractive, at least. I think I remember Angela and our friend Lauren talking about him… let's just say, it was a very inappropriate conversation.

So, if they were fantasizing about him, I don't think I have anything to worry about… unless he was a total jackass. Then I'd have a problem. He seemed nice enough over the phone, but of course, anyone could sound nice, as long as you couldn't see their face to read their emotions.

Now all I had to do was wait for the next 25 hours to roll past.

Edward POV:
I swear, waiting for 1:00 to roll by was like a kid waiting for fucking Christmas. I had about half of my shirts that I owned laid out on my bed, trying to decide what Bella would think of each one of them.

That one made me look like a thug.

This one made me look like a pansy.

That other one didn't show off my body enough…

That one was the wrong color.

I actually got to the point where I almost called Alice for advice… but then I remembered when I did that for my cousin's wedding, and she made me buy a suit that cost more than the rent of my apartment. And I wasn't even in the wedding party.

If she knew I was going on a date, she would raid my closet of anything that I could wear that would possibly end up in me being dateless within the first five minutes. She wouldn't be afraid to do it, either.

Eventually, I gave up and grabbed a random shirt to go with my blue jeans and Vans.

I threw them on the counter of my bathroom before I stripped out of my clothes and turned the hot water on full spray. I stepped into the stream and washed as thoroughly and quickly as possible. I put the shirt on with my pants, and examined myself as well as I could in the steamy vanity mirror. It looked alright, for a grab-and-go outfit.

When I got back to my room, shaking out my hair, I glanced at the clock. It was five past noon. I only had to wait about thirty minutes to go out to the cafe.

The cafe was the only one in the entire town of Forks, so no one ever called it by its real name. The sign out front was well worn, anyways, so if you wanted to know the real name, you'd have to ask the original owner.

It was a really small place, decorated nicely, and usually had a constant flow of one or two regulars at all times sitting at the bar. Even though they served alcohol, it was the place that the junior high kids liked to hang out. Don't ask me why a bunch of kids would want to hang out at a greasy old diner, because I have no idea. They just did. It was a very family-oriented place, run by the same family for generations.

Of course, it wasn't a full-blown bar. You could sit and have coffee and doughnuts on a Sunday there.

It was the only place I could think of going, unless we went all the way to Port Angeles.

Bella's POV:
A v-neck long sleeved shirt, jeans, and boots. That was proper attire for a first date, right?

Wait… was it a date? Did Edward just mean that he wanted to go somewhere nice so he could return my phone, where maybe we could get to know each other as friends? Or did he want to see me again, because he was somehow attracted to me from the five minutes we saw each other in the Haunted House. Well, rather he saw, I experienced. Whatever. I didn't have time to debate.

I pulled my truck into the café parking lot, and put it in part, checking the mirror for any immediate flaws in my… anything. Nope, no food in my teeth. We're good.

I slowly walked into the building, tucking my keys into my purse, and scanned the room for Edward. Only then did I realize my dilemma… I didn't know what he looked like.

Alice and I weren't very close friends in school, so I had obviously never met her brother, formally. Unless you count a hostage situation for gummy worms formal.

I looked around, completely lost, beginning to feel the blush rising to my cheeks. I probably looked like a total derp just standing there, looking around frantically. Finally, someone caught my eye… a very beautiful someone. He was sitting a few tables away from the door, in the corner, staring at me with a warm smile on his face. I assumed it was Edward. God, I hoped.

Slowly, I walked over to the table where he was sitting, as he stood. "Bella?"

I raised my eyebrows, "Edward?"

He grinned and nodded, ushering me to take a seat, then sitting himself across from me.

I took a moment to examine this fine specimen of a person. He had dark bronze hair, standing up in every other direction, and bright green eyes that sparkled as he continued to smile at me. His face was very angular, with chiseled cheekbones and a strong jaw. He fidgeted with his hands on top of the table as I set my purse down beside me, just like a kid.

I giggled at him, not really getting his excitement, but charmed by it anyway. "Are we gonna talk or are you just gonna stare at me all day?"

He shrugged, seeming to get himself under better control, "I don't know, I'm quite enjoying myself at the moment." His eyes swept over the parts of me that he could see -my face, hair, neck, and the top of my chest. My cheeks burned deeply again under his scrutiny. "Seriously. How have I not noticed you before?"

I cleared my throat, looking down at the table, "Can I have my phone?"

He laughed, "No, I was actually thinking about keeping it."

I looked back up and narrowed my eyes at him. He laughed again, leaning over to retrieve it from his pocket, "I'm kidding, you know." I blushed yet again. He stuck out his hand, my phone resting in it, and I reached out to take it.

Once I had it back in my grasp, I sighed. I guess I wasn't totally sure he was going to give it back, but he did. The waitress came by then, and asked what we would like. I ordered a glass of water and he ordered one two, and some fries for us to share.

"I did you the courtesy of putting my name in your contacts list."

I raised my eyebrows, still looking at the screen. I went to my address book and, sure enough, his name was there, right below Embry's. "Oh."

"Oh?" he questioned.

"Um… I mean, okay…"

His snort broke the silence, and I almost died right then and there, but then she said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be so straightforward." I looked up to see him shrug, "I can't help it."

"It's okay, I just wasn't… expecting you to…"

"Hit on you?" he suggested, and I slowly nodded. "I guess I should've asked if you were single before I did. You were holding hands with that one guy in the haunted house."

I laughed sharply, "Jake? He's just a friend."

"So, you are single?" he asked hopefully.

I rolled my eyes, "You are too obvious. And yes, I am."

"I can't help the fact that I'm obvious, babe," he said, just as the waitress was coming back with our drinks. I blushed at the endearment. "When I see a girl I like -which is actually, very seldom- I can't help myself."

I choked on my water, "You like me?"

He rolled his eyes with a smirk, slightly chuckling at me, "Of course I do, Bella. Who wouldn't?"

"Oh please," I scoffed sarcastically.

"What?"

"You know what."

"No, I don't think I do…"

"Lots of people don't like me."

He leaned back in his seat, staring at me tentatively, "Name three."

I held up my hand, counting, "The lady at the gas station in Port Angeles, Ms. Heratio -my neighbor-, Jessica Stanley-"

"She doesn't count, she doesn't like anybody," he cut me off. "Besides, I meant what guy wouldn't like you. It's obvious that girls don't like you because they're jealous."

"There's nothing to be jealous of," I said indifferently.

"Come on, Bella, you have everything to make someone jealous."

I copied his position, leaning back and crossing my arms with a smirk, "Name three."

"Okay," he said, now copying me, and holding up a hand. "You're eyes, for one."

I scrunched up my nose, "They're the color of dog poop."

He continued, "Your skin-"

"White as a ghost-"

"And your body," he smirked again, resting his head on his fists and sighing, "Oh hot damn, your body."

Right now, I was blushing so hard, I thought I was about to burst into flames.

He pointed to me, "And that adorable blush! It's the icing on top of the cake!"

"I hate my blush!" I exclaimed, covering my face with my hands. "Especially now!"

"No, Bella, I didn't mean to-" he reached over hand touched my arm. "Bella? Shit, I didn't mean to embarrass you."

I shook my head, and looked back up, my face still flaming, "No, it's okay. I just… don't…" I sighed and held my hands up in surrender. "I don't know."

Truthfully, I wasn't as embarrassed as he thought. Just hearing him say that about my body, plus the swearing, it was ruefully arousing me. Hell, everything about this guy aroused me. He was just so damn sexy! Of course, I'd never tell him that. Not in a million years.

"I'm sorry, Bella, I didn't know you would…" he trailed off, looking into my eyes. He squinted, and I looked away, afraid that he could read me. "Sorry." The fries came then, and we began eating in silence. We shared small talk, avoiding anything that might embarrass/arouse me any more than I already was.

Soon, we had finished the basket of greasy food, and he stood up to leave. "I have to get to work."

He hadn't mentioned that he was working…

"Where do you work?" I asked, standing up, too.

"My brother and his wife are opening up a restaurant in February, and we're all pitching in to help."

"I'm guessing it doesn't pay?" By now, we were walking out the front door -he held the door for me- and getting ready to part ways.

He laughed, "No. I actually think it costs more than it pays. But they're family, and I love them, so I'll do anything to help them."

From all that I'd gathered during our lunch, he was a very family-oriented guy, willing to jump in front of a train for any one of his brothers or sisters. It warmed my heart.

"That's really sweet of you," I complimented.

He smiled, and stopped walking. We were in the middle of the parking lot, between my rusty truck and a shiny silver Volvo that I'd parked beside. "I guess this is where we part ways?"

"Yup," I said, popping the 'p'.

I turned to get in my truck, but he caught me wrist and pulled me back, then leaned in to kiss me on the cheek before he let me go. He smiled as he pulled back, "Put my number to good use."

I nodded stiffly, watching as he got into the sliver Volvo, and drove off.

I just stood there, relishing in the warmth on my cheek. This time, it wasn't from embarrassment or arousal…

It was from that kiss.

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