[A/N:] Third Chapter!
Please Read and Review. This chapter is about the "Battle". Well, Yeah. Sort-of.

Disclaimer : I Don't own Twilight Saga. I only wish though.

But baby there you go again, there you go again making me love you.
Yeah I stopped using my head, using my head let it all go.
Got you stuck on my body, on my body like a tattoo.
And now I'm feeling stupid, feeling stupid,crawling back to you.
So I cross my heart, and I hope to die, that I'll only stay with you one more night.
And I know I've said it a million times.
But Ill only stay with you one more night.
Yeah baby give me one more night.

BPOV.

I shivered as cold wind blew. I went to the garden in the patio to clear my thoughts as the previous night's conversation with Edward has popped into my mind.

`Flashback.

"What do you want?"

His lips twitch a little. " I challenge you.." I raised my brows to encourage him to continue. " to a cooking battle." He finished while my shoulders dropped in dissapointment.

"What? Oh come on Edward. I know you're better than that."

He just chuckled "You want to beat me right? Then do it."

"Then why cooking? You know that you're better than I am. So there's no point of beating you there."

He raised his eyebrows a bit. "Then practice."

He must have known that I have no time for jokes and become more serious.

" If you win, I will do anything for you. Same goes for me."

My eyes probably lighted up on what he said. "Really?" But I narrowed my eyes. What does he possibly want me to do?

"Yeah. Anything you want. Anything I want. Deal?" He said then offered his hand for me.

"Deal."

`End of flashback.

I sighed again for the tenth time of the morning and stuck my foot to let the swing move lightly.

I know Edward will beat me again. But it's the deal that makes me determined to beat him, I still haven't thought about what would I want him to do. Even if I stayed all night to think of the possible things I would make him do for other part of me says I will back out.

"Thinking about the challenge I gave you?" I almost jumped as a velvet voice spoke as I rocked the swing lightly.

"There will be a great payment if you'll back out Miss Number two."

"Don't call me names and what makes you think I will back out?" I said bravely.

"Why are you here anyway?" He changes the subject lightly and took a seat beside me in the swing.

"I'm just trying to clear my thoughts."

We both moved the swing slowly with our feet in comfortable silence and watched the sun rise.

"It's beautiful isn't it? I come here every morning just to see it. I'm actually surprise you're here before me."

"Every morning? I don't clearly remember that you're a morning person."

"I'm glad I amused you in that way."

We both sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes.

"Cold?" He asked after a few minutes of silence.

"A little." Which was true because I was still wearing my pajamas and sleeveless top.

He pulled a small box under the hammock and pulled a thick blanket.

"How in the world did you manage to put that blanket at a really small box?" I asked as he put the blanket over my shoulders.

"I have my ways Miss Number Two." He smirked at me.

"For the thousand time Edward Cullen don't call me names."

"Why don't we just do the challenge now? Cook breakfast for each other. Prove that you can really beat me." I glared at him.

"Are you implying that you're better than me?"

"Why? Isn't it the truth?" Too much ego. Sometimes I just want to kill this too confident man before me.

"Then why challenge me if you know that you are much better than I am?" He avoided my gaze and looked at the reddish-orange sky instead

"You wouldn't want to know."

"Try me." He just chuckled at me.

EPOV

Isabella Swan. Most Stubborn girl I ever met. The reason was because she never cooked for me. Everyone always brags about how good she is. But she never did cook something for me. Never. I don't know why. I just wanted to know for no reason.

"We're still talking here. As far as I remember we are talking about the challenge here. Ring any bells?" I looked at her and smiled. She was really persistent on this subject.

I still avoided her initial question.

"Hey. You won't answer? What do I need to do to make you answer, Bronze Boy?" She said and smiled brightly at me.

"Forget it." I said still ignoring her.

"Do I need to call you Bronze boy?" She grinned at me as I ruffled her mahogany hair.

I was surprised that she used that nickname for me after all these years. She made up that nickname because she said my hair is bronze and just the way she liked it. The last time I heard it was when we were eleven years old. Ten years. Bella and i have always communicated in a language that only the both of us knew. The first time we met was when we were babies. we had accidentally touched hands while we were sleeping. Since then, we both enjoyed this special connection we had. Our parents said it's because we were made for each other. I don't know whether destined to be friend or to be lovers.

I don't care. I just love Bella's company whenever she's with me.

"Come on." I looked at her, confused as she held her hand toward me. "I'll cook breakfast for you."

3rd chapter! Please let me know what are your thoughts about this story. Please review. Every review means to much to me :D

~Kamsa.