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So sorry! I started school a couple weeks ago and I got caught up in that. Oh well, here's chapter 8!

By the way, I posted a new story. It's called Bittersweet Bakery. Edward's a pastry chef! It will hopefully be updated soon after this. :)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything Twilight or Ben & Jerry's.

Ch. 8: We All Scream for Ice Cream!

BPOV

I don't know what possessed me to do it, but things happen, you know? I didn't mean to actually do it. But I did anyway.

I didn't think my mind was capable of making such rash decisions all by its lonesome.

I clutched my phone to my chest in hope to gain a little confidence. I was crazy enough to program his number into my phone. How crazy was that? I could already hear people calling me Bella the Bonkers.

I even called him, holding a huge pot of desire that the blonde chick gave me the right number. But he didn't answer, sadly. Only his melodic voice echoed through the receiver, telling me he wasn't near the damn phone. So here I was holding onto the piece of plastic like my life depended on it. And maybe my life did depend on it?

I wanted to talk to him, to hear his soft, careful and gentle voice. Honestly, I would've called over and over just hear him tell me he wasn't there. But that would have been very… awkward to explain why I called him a million and one times. I mean he might think I was a stalker.

If he was going to call tonight—which I totally hoped he would—he needed to do it soon. Lauren would be home at anytime, and if she knew that I got his number then she bribe it out of me. She had become partially obsessed with finding the perfect guy. She was sure that Mister Mysterious was the one. Whatever the hell that meant.

The door opened, causing me to jump to my feet. My heart pounded erratically in chest as I sat down again slowly, phone in a death clutch. At the moment, the little piece of plastic was my baby, and absolutely nothing would happen to it while Edward hadn't called back.

The sound of a male voice broke through the door along with a high-pitched squeal. I knew it was Lauren with another boy toy. I'd be sleeping on the couch tonight. Screw one-bedroom apartments.

Lauren pulled in a tall, fairly good-looking guy with dark skin and hair.

"Bella, this is Seth! Seth, this is Bella!" Lauren exclaimed, shifting excitedly from one foot to the other, taking occasional glances up at Seth.

Her poor, innocent bystander smiled awkwardly, nodding in my direction, keeping a strong grip on Lauren's hand like she was a warm, electric security blanket.

Psh! Yeah, right! Lauren? Security?

I stuck my hand out in front of me, noticing I was on the couch. I stood and moved forward, switching my phone to my left hand for a proper introduction.

"Nice to meet you," I greeted him solemnly. It surprised me to no extent that Seth was Lauren's choice of the night. Usually, most of her guys were cocky, and used to staring at themselves in a mirror, combing their hair for hours at a time. I actually felt extremely sorry for the hurt Lauren might cause the poor fellow.

"You too," he responded quietly, smiling brighter as if to show off his large pearly whites.

Lauren grasped his other hand in hers, pulling him impossibly fast into our bedroom. I didn't want to know what would be going on in there. I just sincerely hoped that Lauren didn't blackmail Seth into this.

"We're going to watch a movie, Bella. Order a pizza or something," she said, shutting the door behind her.

Three things happened in that one moment:

I remembered there wasn't a TV or a computer to watch a movie on in that room. Shudder. Oh well, maybe he had some super electronic shoes with TV screens inside.

She said "pizza". Oh, if only she knew the conflict between pizza and me. Edward worked with pizza.

My phone rang. With his number blaring me in the face!

I flew to the door, not bothering to say a goodbye to Lauren and her new boy toy and grabbed my purse and keys.

"Hello," I asked breathlessly, panting. Geez…now he's going to think I do perverted things to myself while waiting for him to call. I thought.

"Hi, um, may I speak to a Bella Swan please?" His luscious voice asked softly.

"This is she."

"Well, this is Edward from Incredible Pizza. I saw that you called earlier. I thought Rose gave you the wrong number." He laughed a deep. Musical laugh. It was happy and carefree. I loved it.

"Yeah, I did. Sorry to bother—"

"Oh! You didn't bother anything. I just wanted to know if you would like to meet my sister Alice and me at Baskin Robins?" He spoke fast and uncertain. It was absolutely adorable. I heard someone in the background say something about a guy named Jerry. I assumed it was the girl from Walgreens. "Never mind that," he murmured.

My heart broke. He didn't want to be near me…

"How about Ben & Jerry's instead?" he asked. I let out a deep breath; the pieces of my shattered heart immediately glued itself together.

"The one near the movie theater? When?" I asked giddily.

"Yeah, that one. Soon, I guess. Alice is having a sugar rush," he chuckled.

"I'll be there soon."

"M'kay. See you there."

I hung up and forced myself to sit still for three whole minutes. I didn't want to seem too excited to go get ice cream.

I felt like an untamed kindergartener. I was bouncing up and down in my seat, in the apartment parking lot, smiling like an idiot.

The three minutes passed by way too slow for my liking. As soon as they were over I took off. My police chief of a father would have been totally ashamed.

Too bad, pops!

EPOV

"Would rather be a zebra or a giraffe? Explain."

Alice and I were at Ben & Jerry's waiting for Beautiful Bella to arrive. I don't think Alice was too happy about waiting. It didn't take a genius to figure that out. So here we were, playing 'Would You Rather?'

"Giraffe," I answered, annoyed.

"Why? I told you to explain," Alice said, crossing her arms in front of her, huffing.

"Because they have dots and zebras have stripes. I hate stripes. You know that. How about you?"

"Hmm…I prefer zebras because I like to stay close to the ground."

We sighed in unison. What was taking her so long?

"She better come soon, or I'm going up there myself, Edward," Alice said angrily, stamping her feet against the ugly tile. I hoped with all my heart Alice wouldn't bitch about this to Beautiful Bella.

"Stop PMSing, Ali-phant. She'll be here soon."

"She better be," she mumbled, most likely not for me to hear.

A loud roar from the parking lot startled me. I glanced out the window we were sitting near to see a large over-used truck. It parked crookedly just as Alice started giggling loudly, pointing to the driver.

Aww, shit no!

Beautiful Bella stepped out of the cab nervously.

She made her way to the front door without straitening her crookedly parked monster.

I raised my hand in the air for her to see. When she spotted us, Alice pounced toward the line for ice cream.

"Sorry. I got caught in traffic," she said shyly, following behind Alice.

"How do you get caught in traffic at 8:30?" Alice asked rudely.

"There was probably a wreck or something, Ali-phant," I pointed out.

Alice rolled her eyes, and ordered.

"Next!" The kid in the tie-die shirt said a little too loudly, motioning for Bella to go.

"I would like a scoop of Cherry Garcia in a cup, please," she said almost too soft to hear.

So, she liked cherries? Gross.

"I'd like Mint Chocolate Chunk in a sugar cone."

I pulled out my wallet after telling the tie-die dude at the counter what I wanted. Alice was attacking her cone to death.

"You three together?" Another person in tie-die asked, motioning between the three of us.

I said 'yes' while Bella said 'no'. It ticked me off a little, honestly. I invited her, so I should at least buy hers for her. It would be polite.

"You're not buying mine! I barely even know you, Edward!" she hissed.

"Ahh! But you know my name. Besides, people go on blind dates all the time," I said nonchalantly, not taking a notice to the fact I said that this was a date.

Bella's eyes widened as an adorable little blush appeared on her delicate face. She stared down at the floor, her hair creating a curtain around her pretty frame.

"Okay," she sighed, defeated.

I grinned in triumph as I handed in the money.

Okay, we are moving on with the story! Finally!

That was a kinda, sorta, completely nada date, I guess.

Anyway, review!

-Sarah- :)