A/N: I finally updated, eh? So Sorry for posting so late again. I was terribly busy these past few weeks and had barely enough time to write a chapter for this story. Until yesterday. I started this chapter yesterday but wasn't able to finish it. So, yeah. Just had a few hours today to add a couple of things.

Anyway, a lot of you guys wanted to see a little more 'action' between Bella and Edward. And since we have made it past the chorus of the song, I thought of fulfilling everybody's request.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the authors. No copyright infringement is intended.

Walkin' the streets with you and your worn-out jeans
I can't help thinking this is how it ought to be
Laughing on a park bench, thinking to myself
Hey isn't this easy

"But, Edward, you can't just leave me for this," Tanya trailed off, her usually cool and condescending demeanor now ebbing away, "plain and obviously boring schoolgirl!"

I snickered, much to Edward's surprise, after hearing that very creative and hurtful remark. Though she probably intended to infuriate me or bring me to tears with that derogatory statement, I couldn't help but fail her biggest expectations. I mean, Jesus, even a ten-year-old kid could throw a much better insult than that!

"What the hell is funny?" she asked, totally furious.

Before I could even answer her question, Edward stood in front of me, blocking my view of the hilariously fuming Tanya. I wanted to tell him that it was alright for us to talk but it seemed to me like he had other plans in mind. "You do know you're being childish over this, don't you, Tanya?"

"Childish?" she repeated incredulously. "I have a right to act like this because I'm your girlfriend!"

He scoffed, as if he just heard something ridiculously spurious, before letting her in on his thoughts. "Come on, Tanya. You and I both know that you never treated me as your boyfriend. I'm more of your toy, am I not?" She was about to defend herself from his accusations but Edward just continued speaking, not letting her utter a single word, "You know this isn't working. This relationship…we need to call this off."

"Fine! If that's what you want! Once you realize your biggest mistake, Edward, don't ever come begging me to take you back, because I won't!" With her final, parting words, she thankfully left, stomping angrily towards the other direction.

He cradled me in his arms after that big confrontation and I felt instantly safe with the sweet gesture. The fact that I'll finally have him all by myself was truly gratifying; I could already feel my heart swelling with joy. He loosened his grip, only to hold me by the shoulders, and looked me straight in the eye.

"Bella…"

The loud buzzing of my cell phone suddenly woke me up, forcefully dragging me away from dreamland. It rang twice…thrice, and continued to fill my ears and irritate the hell out of me. Rolling on my side, I decided to just grab the annoying thing from underneath my pillow and check who had the nerve to call and disturb me at this time of the day. Especially on a very early and sunny Thursday morning.

"Goodmorning sleepyhead," someone greeted brightly on the other line as soon as I picked up. He sounded so buoyant; I could practically hear him smiling over the phone.

I groaned inwardly as I recognized his velvety voice. Great. The guy in my dreams had to actually call and stop me from dreaming about him and our happy ending. Terrible luck, really.

"Do you know what time it is, Edward?" I asked, aggravated.

"Yep," he answered, popping the 'p' at the end. "That's why I'm calling you."

I glanced at my watch and figured it was only seven o'clock in the morning. Heck, way too early. What the hell could this guy want at this very hour? "Spit it out before I hung up on you."

"Join me for my morning walk at the park."

"O-kay. That's it?" I asked incredulously.

"Well, yeah," he responded sheepishly. "Are you expecting something else?"

"No."

"Alright. Then, get your butt here as fast as you can. I'm buying us coffee."

Before I could even utter a single word, he hung up on me, leaving me with no other choice but to succumb to his plans. As much as I wanted to get my butt out there—as Edward so quaintly expressed it,—I decided it would be best if I take quite a few minutes to stay in bed and think about the weird dream I just had. I would admit spending countless of hours daydreaming about him during daylight, but never once had he actually appeared in my dreams when I doze off. Of course, until last night.

God, first, I was having these totally foreign reactions towards him and before I knew it, the guy already invaded my thoughts, encroached on my dreams. With these facts in mind, I couldn't help but feel even more pathetic than before.

I fervently shook my head, desperately trying to drive those thoughts away, and forced myself to get up from the bed. Edward's probably waiting for me at the park by now. I quickly headed downstairs and cleaned myself up before finally settling into a comfortable pair of jogging pants and white t shirt.

"Going out?" Charlie asked as soon as I climbed down the stairs. He was sitting at his usual seat at the dinner table with today's newspaper in his hands.

"Uh-huh," I replied nonchalantly.

His brows scrunched up inquisitively. "Where are you going? You don't have classes today, don't you?"

"I'm just meeting Edward at the park, dad."

A knowing smile instantly lighted up Charlie's face and his ears perked up at the sound of my best friend's name. My father immediately liked Edward as soon as he met him and I really couldn't blame him for his instant reaction. I mean, come on, what's not to like about the guy? He's obviously and insanely gorgeous, approachable, smart, athletic, honest, a very down-to-earth guy, understanding; just the 'total package'—as what most girls at school used to describe him.

"You guys have fun!" I rolled my eyes as I heard him call out before I could step out of the house. Why couldn't Charlie keep his thoughts to himself sometimes?

It wasn't long when I found myself strolling towards the park, my eyes perusing over each and every house that I passed by. It was an early Thursday morning and only a few people were filling the streets, doing and attending their businesses before the typical bustling day begins. The area was unnaturally quiet, peaceful; maybe it wasn't so bad to have Edward dragging me with him to the park. As I finally turned around the corner to reach the place, I could already see his usual mop of disheveled bronze hair that sent my heart mercilessly pounding again in my chest.

I swear I'd have to visit a professional cardiologist soon.

As I sauntered closer to where Edward was standing, I noticed him talking to a very familiar someone. With her blond, curly hair and chestnut-colored eyes, I instantly recognized who she was—it was Kate. I took a quick glance in his direction and wasn't really surprised when I saw him looking strangely uncomfortable and fidgety. Kate had been following Edward for two years now, starting and keeping up a conversation with every chance she got. It seemed normal at first but things instantly became weirder, creepier, when she continued to tail behind him wherever he went. It was truly disturbing, to say the least.

"Um, I'm waiting for my…girlfriend," I heard him blurt out. Edward looked completely scared at this moment; I would've burst into hysterics if this wasn't a very serious matter.

Kate laughed her naturally screechy, ear-splitting laugh at his response. Wow. I guess some things really never change. "Come on, Edward. I know you really don't have a girlfriend. You're waiting for me, aren't you?"

Now that I took a minute to process everything she'd said, I immediately remembered she had been away for a couple of months after senior year started, thus making her luckily unknowledgeable with Edward's 3-month relationship with Tanya. I guess she won't be coming back to Forks Highschool to finish her last year in highschool. Thank heavens! I was absolutely relieved.

As I saw Edward struggling hard to think of what he could tell her, I knew I couldn't stand it any longer. He needed help—fast and immediate help. Hurriedly, I walked towards the park with long, uneven strides and reached his place in record time.

"Sorry, I'm late, babe," I said sweetly, my arm creeping on his waist for added effect.

Shock registered on his face at first but a gentle smile instantly tugged on his lips as soon as he recognized it was me. "That's okay. It's good you're here now," Edward responded genuinely, his velvety voice sending shivers up and down my spine. He then put his arm over my shoulder and kissed my forehead.

Okay. I wasn't expecting he'd do that.

I tilted my head up, startled with his unexpected gesture, and saw a smug grin stretching across his face. I knew I should've been annoyed with the teasing expression gracing his features but, instead, I just felt embarrassed, the heat flooding on my cheeks giving me away.

"By the way, babe," he started, directing my attention towards the confounded Kate standing right in front of us. "Do you still remember Kate? She studied in Forks Highschool back at our junior year."

I shifted my glance at her direction, doing my hardest to suppress the laughter bubbling inside me as I saw the disappointment gleaming in her eyes. I gave out a small, satisfied smile before greeting her, "Hi, Kate. I'm Bella, Edward's girlfriend."

I couldn't deny how the word 'girlfriend' easily rolled off my tongue, like I had always been using that term to describe myself. It actually surprised me how it didn't sound forced or even hypothetical.

"I know," she remarked rather rudely. "So you really did find a girlfriend, huh, Edward?"

"Is there a problem with that?" I asked, seething. Me being Edward's girlfriend—was it really that unbelievable?

As if sensing the almost palpable tension building up in the atmosphere, Edward held me tighter and cradled me closer to him. "Of course. Bella and I have been together for a while now. Actually, Kate, I'm absolutely surprised you haven't heard the news yet."

I smugly grinned in her direction as Edward spoke up in defense for me. Now I couldn't help but really feel like I was his girlfriend. And, admittedly, I hated the fact that this pretension would never happen between us. I knew the second that she'll leave, everything would be back the same way it has been before. God, why must I torture myself too much?

"If you'll excuse us, my girlfriend and I would like to enjoy this morning together," he said. Edward and I walked away from her, still clinging to each other like a real couple. On the other hand, Kate only stood there, utterly furious and rejected.

"Thank you for your help," Edward murmured, kissing my forehead again.

As we continued to walk and find a bench to perch on, he never removed his arm from my shoulder and mine seemed to glue itself on his waist. We were actually acting like we've been dating for months or years now; I couldn't believe it. Though every fiber of my being wanted to squeal in joy, I restricted myself from doing so. For all I know, Edward probably never considered being with me. I internally berated myself for making a big deal out of this petty gesture.

See? I was truly pathetic.

We finally found a vacant bench in the corner, surrounded mostly by a couple of big and sturdy trees. Releasing our grip from each other, we both sat down and stayed silent for a while. The park was exceptionally serene, with only a few people out on a weekday morning, and the day turned out to be pretty good for going out.

A few unanswered questions simultaneously popped into my mind as I tried to dwell on what just happened earlier. Why didn't he remove his arm even after we left Kate? And what's with all that kissing on the forehead? Was it possible that he felt something for me, too? But, it could also be a friendly gesture, couldn't it?

Heaven forbid I could find the answers to these mind-boggling questions.

"Caramel latte?" I whipped my head to the side to see Edward handing me the cup of coffee he mentioned to order earlier. I smiled back, feeling totally euphoric that he knew my favorite, and grabbed it from his careful grasp.

"Thanks." I glanced at him as he took a sip from his own cup. "Is your mint mocha latte any good?"

"Yep," he answered happily.

I had to chuckle as the satisfaction and delight dripping from his voice remained undisguised. He sounded like a child who just received his first ever gift; it was absolutely cute. For a moment, I snatched the chance to stare at his face—pale yet downright gorgeous. His reddish-brown hair looked messier than usual but it suited him just right. Only he could pull that 'male model look' even after getting up from the bed.

"Staring at me won't make the sun shine brighter, you know," he teased. I instantaneously fought the urge to blush at his remark.

"Yeah, right. I know you love it when you catch me staring at you."

"Hell, yeah!" he exclaimed, laughing. "But I'd love it more if I'll catch you ogling at me."

I scoffed. "In your weirdest dreams, Cullen."

Edward loudly guffawed at my response, his lean body shaking with laughter, and I simply couldn't help but join him in merriment. One hour easily rolled by with chuckles, harmless banters, and continuous teasing. As we continued to drink our coffees and sit on the bench, laughing and discussing every silly thing we had in mind, I instantly knew I couldn't ask for anything more.

This was exactly my idea of a perfect morning.

To everyone who recieved the little teaser for this chapter: Did you guys assume that Edward and Tanya would break up? I'm truly sorry that they didn't, but I told you guys not to assume too much. LOL.

So, how was the 'action' in this chapter? I know it's not that much, but it sure is fluffy enough, yes? Anyhoo, I do believe this would serve as the turning point for this story so I hope everyone would look forward for the following chapters. ;]

Here's the drill: Review and I promise to send you the teaser for the 7th chapter. Thanks!

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