A/N: So, super short, but I already have the next bit written, and jumping straight to it without this tiny part seemed too abrupt.
All characters recognizable from the Twilight series belong to S.M. The plot is technically mine, though I do admit to being influenced by years of trashy romance novel reading.
"There's some type of game on tv today, we're having a party," Bella broke the silence in the car, "You are welcome to join us." She wasn't sure where her sudden bravery came from, but she knew she didn't want this ride home to be the last time they were together.
Edward had promised to watch the game with his brother, but Bella's offer was too tempting. He'd known her for less than 24 hours but she had captivated all his senses. Her voice was gentle and melodic, and he couldn't get her deep, brown eyes out of his mind. His hands flexed on the steering wheel as he remembered how soft and sweet-smelling her hair had been when he'd brushed it back from her face after putting her in his bed. God, he sounded like the worst kind of ponce-y poet, rhapsodizing about a girl who he had basically kidnapped while she was drunk off her ass.
Still, he found himself agreeing to her proposal, "If you're sure your dad won't be plotting my imminent death the whole time."
She giggled, and it ended in a little snort. She was embarrassed and flushed a becoming shade of pink. He thought it was unbelievably cute.
"I have no idea what teams are playing, usually I just cheer for whatever color my dad isn't. But I would recommend that you cheer for the same team as him," she smiled winningly, enjoying the way he paled slightly.
"As for him plotting your death, as long as we make it clear that it's not your fault I had too much to drink, he should be relieved you rescued me from a probably dire fate," she wrinkled her nose, trying to play it off as a joke. Still, now that she'd had time to consider, to try and remember, Bella knew she'd had only one drink before that guy bought her one. She wasn't a big drinker, but she wasn't such a lightweight that she couldn't handle two drinks. Her heart sped up a little as she thought about the possibilities, about what could have happened if Edward hadn't been there, or hadn't been such a gentleman.
Bella had fallen silent after her failed joke, giving Edward time to reflect on the danger she had been in as well. He rather thought he should pull her dad aside and let him know exactly what he thought about Jessica and her seeming disregard for Bella's well being. He supposed he'd have to see just how well the man took to him before he arranged a private conversation.
"Turn here," Bella pointed, shaking herself out of her little funk, "It's the third house on the left."
Edward followed her instructions obediently, pulling slowly into her driveway. A burly man came to the door as Edward got out of his car, practically running to get around it and open the door for Bella before she got it herself. He helped her up from the low car, looking back up at the man in the doorway. He was glaring at Edward, his mustache twitching. Edward thought he'd probably be dead by now, if looks could kill, and he would have sworn he could feel the force of that stare pressing into his chest.
No, there won't be any private conversations in the foreseeable future, he decided.