A/N: Yay, I got my first comment on this story, I would love more, please. But anyways this chapter is dedicated to april123. Sorry guys, I was on choir tour but I wrote a lot of stuff on back of papers and receipts I received. I lost that papers for a day and just found them so, enough of my blabbering keep on reading.
Disclaimer: Me llamo no es Stephanie Meyer.(Translation for the non taking Spanish folks: My name is not Stephanie Meyer)
"How about pizza?" I ask the hotness that finally is letting go of my hand. I keep pace with him.
"Yeah, sounds great." He gives me a killer smile that makes me melt in a little puddle of Bella.
"So tell me about yourself?" He rotates his hand to signify, go on.
"I have an older step-brother, Emmett. He's a gym teacher at a school that always seems to change its name." Edward cuts in with a smirk.
"Not kidding, he always gets laid off when the schools need to have cuts. He is the only gym teacher that will not teach health, so he isn't as useful as the others. My mom has always been a kindergarten teacher. My dad was a police offi-"I can't finish without my voice cracking. I stop, look down and take a deep breath.
"Are you okay?" Edward touches my arm, but pulls his hand back. I think both of us mentally decided this is going to be more of a two friends going on an outing. I decided this because it wasn't going to be another "Tyler".
"Yeah, it's just that my dad died, but anyway." He cut me off again.
"No, I want to know;" He can see the reluctance in my eyes "It's healthier if you tell me. I'm a doctor, remember?" His pleading melted me again.
"Fine, when I was three," Gulp, "My dad got shot by a criminal he was hunting down." I stare, with my mouth agape to see how he perceives this information. Many are scared but his emerald eyes show pure understanding and comfort.
"I'm sorry; losing a parent must be horrible. I guess you don't want to dwell on the subject?" I quickly nod my head.
"So you must have a step father seeing as you have a step brother?" We continue to my favorite pizza parlor.
"Yeah, my step father's name is Phil, Phil Dwyer. He's a retired baseball player. I'm guessing that's were Emmett got his athletics from, so how about you?" I can see the overhead lights and smell the delicious smell of pizza in the oven the next street over.
"I have a mom, Esme, until she was pregnant with my sister, was an interior designer. After that, she became a stay at home mom. My dad, Carlisle is a surgeon. My older sister, Rosalie is a model." He puts his hands in his jean pockets. So, the beauty is genetic, seeing that Edward could quite possibly walk right onto a runway is a split second.
"Here's the place." I point to the familiar '60's diner like pizza shop. Antonio's Pizza has been a favorite of Alice and mine since we got our jobs at the hotel. The staff smiles and waves at us when we walk in, a small bell dings.
"Hey Bella!" Jared, Antonio's son calls from the cashier.
"Jared, buddy, how's the college applications going." I grin at the eighteen-year-old.
"Great, I got accepted to Penn State and LSU!" He smiles and picks up two letters of acceptance.
"That's great kid! I'm so proud of you. Anyway I guess I will have a slice of cheese pizza. Edward, what would you like?" I turn to my "date".
"I will have the same as Bells here." I like the nickname, it has a certain ring to it. To show appreciation I grin at him.
"Okay, two slice of plain, coming right up." The young boy takes two slice off a tray and shoves them in an oven.
A/N: Sorry for the shortness, but that's enough for right now. I have it all written down, well what will be the next few chapters. Unfortunately it's really lacking of detail so I'm cutting it into parts and expanding it from there. Sorry for the delay, I'm uber sick(could possibly swine flu) and jet lagged from choir tour. I'm going to try to make up for all the delay. Keep the reviewing on wards my lovely readers.
