A/N

I know this chapter took a little bit to get up and going but here it is. And after this I have 2 more chapters that I promise will have alot more B/E time! But I felt like with this one I had to bring in some giggles between Angela and Bella. I hope you like and let me know what you think. I'm not a reviewer whore but I put time into making these chapters and I would like to know if my work is sucking or making you smile...?brAlso, I'm going to add some pics so you get real visuals of places and people that I'm talking about in the story. So look out for those. Also...if anyone knows a program to use to make a banner for stories, if you could let me know I'd truly appreciate it or if ANYONE would want to make one, lemme know. Either way thank you in advance and this is the longest A/N EVER!br

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Chapter 5

Sunday, July 19th.

"All I'm saying Belles, is that, obviously he's interested, so what's the harm in dinner? What do you think about this one? Ben likes Lacoste."

This is what I've been hearing all week. It was my own fault though, really. I never should've called Angie squealing like a little girl Monday morning about how Edward ate my brownies.

It was quite funny at first; waking Angela up at 6:30am, going on and on without a breath about how 'Edward came with his dog, his sister likes Plum, he has no real kids, and I kissed his eyes." Of course after I explained to her exactly what the hell I meant, and that I hadn't gone crazy due to lack of dick. She now felt it was her right to remind and bother me every millisecond about how I was being a pussy.

You're wondering how I was being a pussy exactly? Well let me catch you up. We all know that I haven't had a serious relationship since Miguel right? Right. Have I dated? Yes. Only problem there is there's never been a second date. The closest I had to that was with Mike Newton, who was now one of my best friends and has been with my other friend Tyler for eight strong months. That's right. Mike had some skeletons in his closet. 'Damn bitches they were, living their 'fabulous' life.'

So, when Edward shows up all gelled and smelling good, Angela feels as though I should've jumped on his leg and marked my territory, and she had the perfect idea of how I should start that. Ask him to go to Ben's birthday dinner. As a double date. Whoop-dee-fudging-doo.

It's not that I'm scared to ask him. It's just that Aside from Angela, and Mike, I don't have many people who accept me for me. And Edward seems to do that.

So, if I'm afraid of anything it's that I could ask, and sure maybe there'd be a date or two but, if things end badly I don't want to lose what-the-fuck-ever it is that we have between us now.

Call it over thinking but, I just like to have it all planned out, that way if it backfires I'm prepared. I kept telling myself I could just invite him and leave it at that. Let him take it however he wanted but, still…what if we didn't mesh that way and the night was full of awkwardness and watching Angela and Ben grope each other across the table?

I still didn't know what to do.

"Do you really think green is Ben's color?"

Angela lifted up the lime green shirt again for further inspection, twisting her face up, then shaking her head.

"No…too bright. I like him in darker colors, makes him look exotic!"

"Ang…Ben's irish, how exotic can pale skin and freckles be?" I laughed, scoping out the kids section. It was warmer these days; well as warm as Seattle gets and I wanted to get Elijah some new shirts. He's spoiled, remember?

"HEY! Don't hate on my mans spots…" She turned to me and smiled, but in mid-head turn, she turned back when she seen what I was eyeballing. "Bella!" She shrieked as I threw a shirt over my arm that had three red balls on it and read 'My balls are bigger than yours,' "don't you dare buy Lij anything else! He already has too many clothes as it is. I need what's left of my closet that I can get without having to share anymore room with him."

"Oh c'mon Ang, I'll keep it at my house! Look at this, this is freakin' priceless! I mean, really who thinks of this shit for kids?!"

"Ugh, fine but I don't want him wearing that shirt out anywhere. I love ya Belles but that shirts just…tacky." To further explain her point of how tacky it was, she stuck her tongue out at it and shivered.

'Tacky…genius, same difference…kinda"

"Back to the topic at hand though, why don't you just ask him, it's simple, here, let's rehearse!"

I picked up a few more shirts for Elijah, and a cute white sweater for myself while I made my way back over to Angela. "What do you mean rehearse you fool?"

Angela put her hand up to her face in what I'm guessing was supposed to be a phone. "Ring ring" When I just kept looking at her like she'd grew a vagina on her head, she proceeded to 'call me' again.

"Um, hello?" Might as well humor the crazy.

"Hi Edward! It's Bella! I was just wondering what you were doing this Saturday?"

"Well I was-"

"Oh no Bella! You don't ever let a man talk when you have a question to ask. Just say what you need to and then maybe let them respond. God woman, have I taught you nothing over the ten years of knowing each other?"

I just shook my head, "It hasn't been ten years Ang-"

"Whatever, it feels like it, now pick the phone back up!"

So, to not anger the bipolar bear, I 'picked the phone back up.'

"So, Edward what I was saying was that this Saturday, me, Angela; you remember her right? The Milf? Well it's her boyfriends birthday. I know! It's hard to believe that such a sexy woman could be tied down! But what's say you and me have a little double and then after you can give me a full body exam?"

Did you hear that bang? Well, that was my jaw dropping to the floor. Even the woman who was now checking us out at the register had looked at Angela like she had lost her mind. Because me being the somewhat sane one out of the two, I'd already stopped with the whole fake phone thing whereas Angela was still going along with it. Even pretending to twirl the phone cord around her finger.

And then with what she was saying, I'm sure I'd hear the ambulance coming any second now. Is that who they call when they're reporting an insane woman anyways? Or does the psych ward have their own buses?

"Okay Angela, as much as I appreciate your advice, I'll pass."

"Oh fuck me Bella! This is why you're still single…don't look at me like that! I don't mean that you can't get a man, I'm saying that you don't want to! You're a gorgeous woman, and even though you're a bit frazzle minded, to put it mildly, you're a good girl. Any man would be happy to call you his."

"Angela Weber, once again, I'll pass. Edward and me are friends. I mean, we don't even have full conversations on the phone. We mostly text throughout the day and then that's it. He's so busy with work just like me; we just don't have the time, IF we wanted to, to try anything remotely serious. With anyone for that matter. So please…I love you…but back off? Okay? Please?" My puppy dog eyes must've worked because Angela 'zipped' up her mouth and threw away the key.

"Fine. But…hey! Bella, I told you no more clothes for Elijah!"

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Vibrate. Scream.

Damn phone! Even on vibrate the shits louder then a chainsaw, no matter how long I've had it, it still scares me.

"So, I'm at my brothers house, and you'll never guess what's laying on my sister in laws table?"

Smiling I wrote back to my 'hot pimp in scrubs.'

"Martha Stewarts secret recipes from prison?"

Vibrate.

"WOW! That'd be more interesting but, no. Actually it's Miss Janet herself. Guess my sis got her into the Plum too."

After scooping up my sugar glider Sweet-N-Low; yeah, I know I haven' been around him much due to Angela and Edward Munster keeping me busy. So out of guilt I decided tonight would be a night for mommy and baby to get snuggled up in bed and watch reruns of I Love Lucy.

Funny how Angela went bye bye but, not good ol' Eddie. Not that I'm complaining. Shoot! Speaking of him…

"Hey, every woman loves romance, and hard action. No Pun intended"

Vibrate.

"LOL, I'll be a gentleman and not comment on that. Anyways, I started reading it just to see what you ladies liked so much about it and I gotta admit, I get it now."

I had to laugh at that. Which caused SNL to wake up and look at me in what I'm guessing is her 'bitch keep it down' face. Sorry your majesty.

I thought about putting SNL in her cage for bed when I started falling asleep between Lucy playing Superman, and getting stuck on the ledge of her building. But feeling more then lazy decided against it and laid her on one side of the bed and then said a silent prayer that I wouldn't roll over on her.

Ring.

What the hell? Ring?

"Hello?"

"Ahh, so you're awake. I thought you'd fallen asleep because I didn't hear back from you."

"Oh no, but I was getting ready for bed though…"

"Well I don't want to keep you, I just wanted to hear your voice. I mean…" he was quiet for a few seconds then after clearing his throat he continued, "what I mean is that we text so much because it's easier due to my job but, since I had the time, I wanted to hear your voice. I hope that's okay?"

I couldn't help the smile that lit up my face. He sounded so unsure of himself, like he would need permission to call me at anytime? Didn't he know that his texts are what make me go 'heehee' throughout the day? Didn't he know that whenever my phone goes off I'm hoping it's him? Well shit, of course he didn't because, I just realized it. How could I have not known? How could I have not noticed before now how much I missed the sound of his voice. How did I not see that I erased other peoples textes just so I'd have room to keep his?

Fuck. Me.

I don't know why I was suddenly panicking. I mean it's fine to have a crush but, just like I told Angela, I didn't want things to change for fear of losing this completely. But I could hold back. Hold back until I knew how he felt. Hold back permanently if I needed to. If it meant keeping his friendship if nothing more.

"Edward, that's more than okay. Don't ever worry about calling me…at anytime. Think of it as an open invitation to you."

I heard him take a deep breath. Maybe I wasn't the only one freaking out?

"Good…well, go on to sleep Bella. I just pulled up to my place and I'm about to do the same thing but, call you tomorrow?"

"Absolutely"

"Great…goodnight beautiful"

Yeah, I sighed, so what?

"Goodnight Edward"

And click. Just like that, in five minutes my friendly feelings changed for Edward with a simple random phonecall. And I thought Angela was crazy? How fucked up was I? I could be his friend as long as we'd text but as soon as I heard his voice I became like a fifteen year old at a Hanson concert? God what was wrong with me?

I didn't know…all I knew at that moment was I went to sleep smiling because Dr. Edward Cullen called me to say goodnight.