Chapter Eight

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Alice had left me with specific instructions for tonight; she even wrote me a detailed note on a piece of paper. She went to all of this fuss to pick an outfit out for the dinner at the Cullen's house, even after I told her that she shouldn't bother. I said to her there have been so many of these dinners over the years and I normally just go over in my sweats… I think she almost fainted.

I had to admit though, the outfit was adorable and wasn't out of my comfort zone. I had already bathed and done my hair, so I decided I should get dressed now. I pulled on my comfortable medium wash skinnies, and this loose cream colored top that had "be mine" written on it with a bow next to it.

I rolled my eyes at the be mine part… Alice is not subtle by any means. To finish off the outfit I pulled on a belt and some savvy, but cute sandals. I looked in the mirror. It still looked like me, but a neater version almost. I applied some eye makeup and lip gloss and decided it was the best I was going to get.

I went to find my parents to see if they were about ready. Dinner was in about thirty minutes, and I feel like it's rude to arrive right when the dinner is being served. The fact that I don't like talking to Edward doesn't mean that the rest of his family is bad.

Going down the stairs I call out to my parent's, "Moommm! Daaddd! You almost ready?".

"Bella, honey, we're right here. There's no need to shout." My mom said dramatically with her hands over her ears. Sometimes I wondered who was more of the adult her or me. I just shook my head, a small grin on my face. Charlie, my dad, I see is doing the same thing. We have always been more alike than my mother and I.

We all put our shoes on and were out the door, and at their house in no time. Esme, Edward's mom, greeted us at the door. She is one of the nicest, most genuine people I have ever met. I just don't know how such a nice person could be Edward's mom, but it's not like it's her fault he can be a jerk most of the time.

With a huge smile on her face she ushers us all in. "Come in, Come in! I'm glad you came early – the foods almost done… can you imagine…" Rene offers to help Esme in the kitchen and they both disappear, with Charlie following probably to go find Carlisle.

All alone, I go search for Edward… he invited us over after all, so he shouldn't be hiding out in his room. I take my time looking for him and stare at the pictures on the walls. Surprisingly there are quite a few of me, with Edward of course though. I unconsciously smile, but frown when I think that we really did used to be best friends.

We just gradually drifted apart when Edward became "cool". He had other people to hang out with and I was just his younger neighbor. And me, being stubborn, doesn't really like being second to anyone.

I hear Edward. I follow the voice… is-is he talking to himself? I stop and listen.

"No, man she doesn't…. She's hates me that's why, she could never like anyone like me…I don't know if that'll work, yeah – yeah I'll try…. Thanks Jay… Yeah bye." Huh? I want to know what he was talking about, but I have to move.

I walk up to the door and lean against the door frame casually. Edward is sitting at a deck with a computer facing the opposite way from me. I knocked; he spun around so fast with his eyes the size of saucers and slams the computer shut.

I raise my eyebrow. "Keep doing that Cullen and you'll break it."

He opens his mouth and… that's it. He doesn't say anything. I'm beginning to wonder if I'm dreaming, but it doesn't last long. "What are you doing here?".

"For the dinner, and if I remember correctly… you were the one who invited us..". I feel bad about being so rude, but it only lasts a few seconds because I can't believe he even asked a question that dumb.

"I know that, but I meant in my room. It doesn't matter though. Let's go." He gets up, walks past me towards the stairs… and I follow.

"Wait." Edward looks at me. I don't think he expected me to say anything from earlier… but I really want to know. I'm going to ask him about what he was talking about. "Uh…I have to use the bathroom – be right down." I chickened out. It wasn't even my business to begin with, and asking just fest too personal of a question.

He just nodded his head once, "You know where it is." then continued down the stairs. The bathroom is right across from Edward's room… perfect. I turn in that direction but instead of taking the door on the right that will lead to the bathroom I go right. Edward's room.

There was something he didn't want me to see on his desk… so I go look around. Feeling like a total creep, my eyes scan over his desk. It looks very ordinary to me but…. the computer. As soon as he heard me he slammed it. I want to know what's on it.

I open the computer preparing myself to see something awful. This is way easier than I thought it would be – there isn't even a password on it…

The very last thing I expected to see on that computer was what I saw…. Me.

AN – What do you think? Is this creepy or cute of Edward? You tell me when you review! Thanks for reading!

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