A/N: So, I'm hoping to get a little bit of a response from this one! I promise the lemons will come, I just want to build to it! Please review! By the way, the bolded words at the beginning, or end of the chapters are song lyrics!

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­­For the next three days we kept up our cat and mouse game. I would go to the diner every night, order the same hamburger and fries that wouldn't get eaten, and leave when they were closing. There were stolen glances and whispered, short conversations. The only difference from the first night is that she was now calling me Edward instead of sir. My name sounded like music when it came from her mouth and I looked forward to our awkward nights together.

To pass the time every day, until I would allow myself to show up at the diner, I methodically unpacked boxes. The curb outside was covered in cardboard boxes and I had newspaper coming out of my ears. My house was coming together but I barely noticed. My thoughts were consumed with Bella. The wave in her hair, her smile, her quiet whispers, and her melodic laughter ran through my head in a non-stop parade of all things Bella.

On day five of my repeating life, I finally decided the madness had to end. I needed to really talk to her tonight, find out more about her. I needed to spend time with her and be the one to make her smile, color her cheeks, and hold her in my arms. So, I vowed to myself to make my wants into a reality, beginning with tonight. I drove into town and parked in front of the diner, with a sense of determination.

I walked through the glass door of the diner with confidence. It was Friday and I intended to have a date with Bella for this weekend, hopefully tomorrow. Now I just had to figure out how to do that. Lord help me!

I sat down in what I now thought of as "my booth" with a smile on my face. Sitting patiently, I waited for Bella to come and greet like she always did. Angela, the other waitress that often worked with Bella, was the only one I saw out on the floor. I was beginning to feel anxious. Where was she? Just then, the angel I had been waiting on, the one who had haunted my dreams since I moved to this tiny town, emerged from the kitchen, carrying three plates of food. She looked my way expectantly and smiled brightly when our eyes met. Was she enjoying our time together as well? I hoped she was.

I barely knew anything about this girl. Only her beauty and mannerisms were familiar to me. Those things were enough to make my heart skip a beat though. It was like her smile was meant for me. Oh, what it would be like to kiss her, those soft lips pressed against my own in a beautiful display of affection. But, for now, I could only dream of that feeling. I wanted to know everything about her and felt like I wouldn't be able to get enough of her, no matter how much time I spent with her. Where was all of this coming from? Wasn't it a little soon to feel this way?

Bella delivered the food she was holding and made her way over to my table. Her smile illuminated her face, looking a little happier to see me than the rest of men in here. That's encouraging. Bella's smile still didn't quite touch her eyes though, and I wanted so badly to fix it. Even though she tried to cover it, a small amount of sadness showed in them and I wanted to know why. I wanted to kiss it all away and fix it. Snap out of your daze Edward. I mentally chastised myself for being so caught up in her.

"Hello Bella," I greeted her with a wide smile. "How are you this evening?"

"Hi Edward," she returned my smile with her own shy curve of the lips. "I'm good, how are you?" Her eyes darted around as she spoke, hardly connecting with mine. She's so cute when she's nervous.

"I'm great!" I replied, maybe a little too enthusiastically. She looked a little scared. Feeling a little bold, I winked at her.

"Um…," she stuttered for a second. "Do you want the usual?"

I laughed at her question. "That's fine. I wanted to ask you something though."

She eyed me curiously. "Okaaay."

"Do you work here every night, or do you have days off?" I questioned. "It seems like you are always here," I laughed.

Laughing with me, Bella made me smile even bigger. "Oh. Well, I'm off on Saturday and Sunday. I only work on week days."

"Good," I smiled at her uncertain face. That was as far as I could get with. I was ridiculously nervous suddenly. All I did was smile at her like fool, while she looked confused. Her eyes were questioning.

"Ok well I'm going to go put your order in. I'll be back with your water." Bella looked at me like I was crazy. Great, I thought to myself. I'm blowing it.

I talked to her off and on the rest of the night. It wasn't a real conversation but I learned her last name finally, Swan, and I learned that the beat up 1950's truck in the parking lot was hers. That seemed to fit her though, like she didn't conform or go with the masses. She was unique. Bella seemed to have forgotten about my strange behavior from earlier and I even got her to laugh a few times. Although we were talking more tonight, it wasn't enough for me. I still didn't eat because my nerves continued to have a hold on me. I decided to wait until closing time to make my move. As the time approached 9 p.m. the patrons began leaving in groups. You can do this I told myself. She seemed into me so I at least had to try. When the last one was gone Bella approached my table, the same way she always did; timidly.

"Edward, times up," she joked in a small voice.

I smiled at her with all of the enthusiasm I felt. I was suddenly excited at the prospect of taking Bella out. The uneasiness was gone, almost like it had never been there in the first place. "Bella, I wanted to ask you something before I leave, if that's okay with you," I hedged.

She looked at me with the confused stare again, "Okay…"

"Since you said you weren't working tomorrow night, I wondered if maybe you might want to spend the evening with me." Her eyes widened as I went on. "Do you think you might like to have dinner with me?"

She stood there, in what I assumed was stunned silence, for a few moments. "Um sure, that sounds nice," she replied, but her eyes were on the floor. Why was she always doing that, avoiding my eyes? I wanted to fall into the chocolate depths of hers and demand that she look at me.

"Okay, great!" I enthused. "I would like to come pick you up if you are alright with that. Can I have your address?"

"Of course," she laughed nervously. Her hands were shaking as she removed her order tablet from the front of her apron and tore off a page. She wrote quickly with a small smile on her face.

"Is seven okay for me to be at your house? I asked while she continued to scrawl across the paper. Even her handwriting was cute. She merely nodded her head in response. Bella slid the paper across the table to me and I placed my hand over hers before taking the paper from her. I felt electricity jolt through me as our fingers brushed against one another. My breath caught in my throat and our eyes locked for a second. Then, Bella was staring at me from under her long brown lashes as a removed myself from the booth.

"I guess I'll see you tomorrow at seven then. Sleep well tonight Bella," I said softly. With one last smile at her, I left the diner. I drove home quickly that night with a huge grin on my face. I couldn't wait for tomorrow night and I had to make sure it was absolutely perfect. Realizing I sounded like a girl, I discovered it was because I had never felt like this before. Bella was making me giddy, and I think I liked it.

She turns chaos into art
And I can't stop feeling
A touch and I fall apart
And I can't stop feeling
I'm sounding like an old cliché
And I can't stop feeling
I love her in a thousand ways
And I can't stop feeling