"Thank you. Now that I know your there I hope you don't mind if I come by your house. I'll take you anywhere you want. And from what I saw at lunch today, you're probably mad at Alice so I'll even take you over to her house so you can yell at her, if you want," I laughed, recalling the moment at lunch when she nearly pushed her off the bench.

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It was only when I pulled up to her house when I realized how nervous I actually was. What if she was pissed off. I didn't want her to be but I suddenly realized that there was a possibility that she very well could be pissed off. I think I stood at the door for an hour, trying to get up the courage to knock. I could hear shuffling behind the door. That's when I realized there could be someone in there with her, like her aunt or something. I hadn't even prepared for anything like that yet.

Oh well, it was now or never. The sound seemed to echo as I knocked on the door. I could hear what I assumed was her feet pounding against the floor then all of a sudden the door flew open. She was standing there with her mouth slightly hanging open. It seemed impossible but somehow she got cuter and cuter every time I saw her.

"Hey," I said, suddenly forgetting my nervousness, "I'm surprised you answered the door. I thought I was going to have to use the key." The look on her face showed that she was confused and I knew right away that I shouldn't have said it. I was just so nervous I was looking for pretty much everything to say. I decided to try to laugh it off.

"Alice seems to be very optimistic."

I could see by the look on her face and the way her nostrils flared adorably that she was mad and wanted to say something.

"I know you don't like to talk so I brought this." I pulled out the notebook and pan I grabbed on my way out the door. I was thinking it would make it a lot easier to communicate this way then trying to read her facial expressions. She practically ripped the notebook from my hands and started writing right away. She handed it back to me right away. When I saw "I want my key" I couldn't help but sigh. I knew it was ridiculous that she would want me to have a key to her house since we basically just met but I couldn't help but feel connected to her already.

I reached into my pocket and handed her the key. As soon as it fell into her hand, she mouthed a thank-you and ran upstairs. I was kind of shocked because she moved so fast. I decided to take it as an invitation so I followed her in the direction up the stairs. As soon as I reached the top step, she was suddenly in my arms, not noticing me in her rush to get back downstairs.

"Woah! Slow down, there." I couldn't help but laugh at the look on her face.

"Here," I said, giving her the pen and paper I had brought because I could tell she wanted to say something. She started scribbling and I already knew what she was going to write when I saw 'get.' I wasn't giving up that easy and I knew, although she would never admit it, she didn't actually want me to leave.

"C'mon." I grabbed her hand and pulled her out of her room.

"Better?" She shook her head and pointed down the stairs.

"You're very stubborn. Aren't you?" Instead of using humor I figured I'd be serious and let her know how serious I actually was.

"Look. I know you don't like to talk and I'm sure you have stayed quiet for so long because you probably get sick of people asking you why. But I won't. I'm a very patient guy. You don't even have to talk to me right away. I just want to spend time with you."

She wrote 'why' in her notebook and I couldn't help but to laugh again.

"You just seem very different." She made a face as I said this.

"I meant a good different." I said, laughing.

She wrote for a while and held it out for me to see.

'You're going to get tired of waiting, yah know. I'm not going to start talking tomorrow.'

It broke my heart to even just think about what she must have been through.

"I know you must have been hurt before, but I'm not going to do that again. Will you at least give me a chance to be your friend?"

She nodded and I couldn't have been happier. I grabbed her hand and started pulling her down the stairs.

"So, where do you want to go?"

She shrugged when we got down the stairs.

"Okay…so…" I tried to think of what people do… "dinner?"

She shook her head.

"Okay, then… movies?"

When she didn't answer I took that as a yes. "Okay, movies it is."

As I opened the car door for her, I still couldn't believe this was happening.

"So, is there any movie you wanted to see?" I asked as I started driving. She shook her head.

"Okay, then. We'll just see the first one on the list. Sound good?" Hopefully it wouldn't be a romantic comedy.

She shrugged and this made me upset. "You know, you still have that pen and paper. I would appreciate it if you would write down what you're thinking in words." I said as I looked over at her.

She wrote down 'sure' and I couldn't help but smile.

"Thank you," I said as I got out. I saw her reaching for her door so I rushed over to get it before she could, "I'll get that for you," She needed to learn how to be treated like a lady.

We walked inside and I bought two tickets to the first movie which just so happened to be a scary movie. Sweeeet.

I gave her a ticket and told her to go get seats while I got food. It wasn't until I tried to pick up both sodas and the popcorn that I realized I could have used a little help. I made it to the theater and saw she was sitting in the back. Of course. I finally got into the seat after a lot of effort not to spill anything. A second later she handed me the notebook.

'I could have stayed to help you carry it.'

I laughed. "It wasn't that hard, Bella," I said, playing it off. She made a face as soon as I said this.

"What's the matter?"

'Nothing.'

I could tell she was lying to me.

"Isabella!"

'Seriously! It's nothing big!' she wrote.

"If it's nothing big, why can't you tell me?"

She just sat there and ignored me.

"Isabella?"