A/N: Ok guys, sorry for the temporary hiatus thing. I think I actually posted that for myself, because that definitely kicked my butt into gear. Here's chapter 6—THE DATE! WOO!

P.S. I do not own anything. :(

Edward handed me the flower and leaned in to kiss my cheek. "You look absolutely beautiful," he whispered. I'm not one to take compliments well, but, for some reason, this one seemed sincere. I blushed, and he chuckled. I had a feeling that this was how most of the date was going to be. I would be permanently red by the end of tonight.

Charlie practically shoved us out the door—my guess is that he was having a bunch of guys over for the game and didn't want us to interfere with the testosterone fest. Edward offered his arm which I took eagerly. Once we reached his car, he opened the door for me and rushed to the other side to get behind the wheel.

There was a beautiful song coming from the car's stereo, and as I was trying to place why it was familiar, Edward spoke.

"Thank you for coming out with me tonight. I hope you like what I have planned."

"Well, what do you have planned?" I asked, curious as to what he could have possibly planned in this boring old town. It doesn't matter what he has planned, Bella. You're with him, and that's un-boring enough!

"It's a surprise. It's nothing spectacular, but I think I thought it out pretty well," he said, a coy smile playing on his lips. God, I've never wanted to kiss someone so badly.

"Oh," was my brilliant response. My eyes kept wandering to his lips, noticing how perfect they were while he sang along with the music. I noticed that we were slowing down now, so I quickly—and hopefully discreetly—averted my gaze out the window. We were at the local park, but it looked so different than when I had played here as a child. I was trying to place what exactly was different when Edward opened my door and held his hand out for me.

"Oh, thank you," I managed to say while my cheeks turned several shades of red. "What are we doing here?"

"I have something special planned. I really hope you like it."

He led me down the path through the middle of the park. Once we reached the biggest oak tree in the center of the park, I noticed a blanket on the ground with a basket. It's like he knows me so well. I remember how in middle school my friends and I always talked about how we wanted our first date to go. All my friends wanted an expensive dinner or an exciting night on the town, but all I wanted was a quiet place where we'd be able to talk. They always made fun of me for it, but obviously I wasn't the only one into that sort of thing.

Someone—my guess was Alice—had wrapped white twinkle lights around the trunk of the tree. This night was turning out to be more amazing than I could have hoped for, and the date hadn't really even started yet. Edward led me over to the blanket that was stretched out and held my hand while I sat down. He sat near me—not directly across but not right next to me—and was close enough to lean in and kiss me if he so decided to. Bella, you are getting ahead of yourself! Why don't you just try not to stumble with the conversation for now and worry about those beautiful, perfect lips on yours later. I reprimanded myself, knowing that I needed to concentrate on the now, not the later. While I was lost in my mind, Edward had pulled out containers filled with food and laid them out in front of us.

"I hope you like Chinese. I made it myself, so if you don't like it, please let me know because I don't want you to eat something you don't like. I probably should've asked you if you liked Chinese before I went ahead and—,"

"Edward," I said, cutting him off. "Chinese is my favorite. It's perfect. Stop worrying and just relax."

How can you tell him to stop worrying and to relax? You can't even do that! I chuckled a little at the thought, and the beautiful man next to me must've heard the sound, because he looked terrified.

"What…what's wrong?"

"Nothing, Edward, I was just thinking of how much we're alike. I ramble when I'm nervous, and I'm guessing you're nervous because you're rambling as well. But then we're not alike, too, because I fall when I'm nervous and you're so graceful it hurts to watch sometimes."

"Bella, you're rambling."

"Yeah, I noticed. I guess I'm nervous, too."

"Did you say that you watch me?"

"Uh," I froze. Did I really say that? Now you're coming across as a creepy stalker girl. "I just meant, like, um. Yeah, I watch you sometimes—but not in a creepy stalker sort of way. I just can't stop looking at you sometimes." You did NOT just say that, did you?! Are you crazy?! He's going to run away now because you're too crazy! UGH!

"I'm glad I'm not the only one," Edward said with a chuckle.

"You watch yourself? I'd fall over if I tried to watch myself."

"No, I watch you. Sometimes, I'm just so mesmerized by what you do. How you walk, how you laugh. The way you smile in different ways," he said, blushing.

"I smile in different ways? What does that mean?" I thought people only have one smile.

"Well, when you are uncomfortable or annoyed, but still trying to be polite—like when Newton comes near you—you smile, but it's a simple smile that doesn't reach your eyes. When someone tells a joke you don't really get, you smile genuinely, but look a little confused. When someone says something you think is exceptionally funny, your smile is as big and bright as the sun. And then, my favorite one is—"

"Wait, you have a favorite one? How many smiles can one person have?"

"Yes, I have a favorite, and I don't know how many smiles people can have, but I know that I've seen four smiles on your beautiful face."

"Oh," I whispered, feeling like an idiot for ruining the moment with a stupid question.

"Anyway, let's eat. You're probably starving," Edward said, opening the dishes and getting utensils out of the basket.

"You can't just leave me hanging like that, Edward. What's your favorite smile?"

"Well, I'm not sure if it's real or if I'm making it up out of high hopes, but I think I see a different smile when you…well, when you look at me. You're eyes get bright and you're smile is the most sincere smile I've seen anyone have. It lights up your face and makes you walk a little taller. It sounds even more stupid when I say it out loud," he said, hanging his head slightly so I couldn't see the embarrassment painted on his face.

"You're not making that up. I know that because I just feel so different when I look at you. I feel more confident and genuinely happy—more so than I have since I moved here."

Edward looked relieved, and even though I'd just admitted that I feel something for him, I felt relieved, too. It was like hiding my feelings from him were weighing me down, making me worry. With them out in the open, and seeing that he may reciprocate, made me feel lighter, almost giddy.

Our conversation turned to lighter things, like music and movies, while we ate the delicious food Edward had prepared. Suddenly, Edward stood up and held his hand out for me. I looked at him with what I'm sure was confusion painted on my features, but took his hand anyway.

"We are going to dance," Edward stated matter-of-factly.

"I don't think that's a good idea. Remember…I'm a klutz. Plus there's no music."

"There's a beautiful song in my head. That's all that matters. Plus, dancing is all in the leading. Just follow me. I won't let you fall."

We danced slowly while Edward hummed the sweetest song I'd ever heard. I was light and airy and full of emotion at the same time. I'd never heard anything quite like it before. When the song had begun to come to a close, Edward gently twirled me and then caught me in the other arm. I felt like I was walking on clouds. While I was still in his arms from the dance, I decided to be brave. I stood up on my toes to get closer to him, and brushed his lips with mine. He froze, and his eyes got wide. I had the horrible feeling of rejection in the pit of my stomach and was about to bolt, but as soon as I turned, he turned me back around to face him. He placed his hands on my cheeks and kissed me with fervor and with care at the same time. It was by far the best kiss I'd ever experienced in my life. Duh, Bella, you've only ever kissed that gross Gary kid in 8th grade as a dare. Of COURSE Edward would be the best kiss ever!

We looked at each other for a few seconds more, straight into each other's eyes. It was the most intense feeling I've ever imagined. It was like he was seeing into my soul, and I his. I think that was the moment I fell in love with Edward Cullen.

A/N: I hope you guys liked it. I know it ends a little suddenly, but I didn't want to spoil that beautiful realization with "Then we got in his car and he drove me home" Blah. Anyway, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE REVIEW! I love it! Help a girl out a little!

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