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I had no clue what I was getting into

I dipped a fry into my ketchup watching as the golden hue of the fry became marred with the red paste, Edward sat across from me enjoying his grilled chicken. Since the food arrived I've occupied myself with pretending to be fascinated with my food all the while I was really just gaining the courage to have a conversation with this man.

"So Edward how old are you?" I wanted to know him really I did but I couldn't help but feel this whole scenario just being a tad too ridiculous.

"Twenty-nine and you are?" I looked at his face intently he was nine years older than me but really he didn't look that much older, I almost wanted to call him a liar because he barely looked twenty-three to me.

"Twenty." I almost hoped the age difference would make him take a step back, would make him run from the supposed marriage.

"Right, so underage drinking something you do habitually?" He was joking I was sure but really who was he to judge me.

"No well, not really I was celebrating."

"Celebrating?" I wasn't sure why he was acting like he was being kept in the dark, wasn't that my role?

"Didn't I tell you this already I mean surely you must know more about me than I do I about you."

"I know that you're a writer, that you wanted out of spoon?" He looks at me for clarification.

"Forks" I oblige with a smile, before reminding myself I'm not supposed to find him funny in any sort of way.

"Right, and I know that what you want in life is really just to experience it and write about."

"I love Forks just to clarify, it's rainy, muddy and there's never any sun but it's home."

"There's nothing wrong with wanting more than that, just because you left doesn't mean it stops being home." I hate that this conversation has deviated from being just about knowing the facts to us discussing how much I misses home.

"I know I just… what's your job?" I quickly change the subject with absolutely no finesse but he doesn't object.

" Marketing consultant."

"Sounds interesting?" Just because you call yourself a mixologist doesn't mean you aren't just a bartender. I'm pretty sure that's just a fancy term for someone who knows how to use Photoshop.

"Well I'm not stationed at a specific company and it allows me to take on projects that I want and I can move around without worrying about work which is nice."

"You said you have a house here? Are you renting?" There goes my heart swelling with hope again.

"No my family resides and well I guess this my forks didn't grow up here but I don't see myself living anywhere else for any long period of time." Only to be deflated. I had to admit to myself though overall Edward was not bad company he seemed honest and answered any question I posed.

"Aren't you worried about your family, surely a drunk marriage to girl nine years your junior is not what was envisioned for you." I couldn't see my family being in anyway ok with what occurred last night.

"We have always been an eccentric family and if I love you then they'll accept you." I wanted to sigh in frustration I wasn't worried about how I would perceived in his family because I didn't plan to be a part of it.

"Edward you don't know me and you don't love me it doesn't happen like that." I think back to the early days with Jacob the subtle looks, the nights spent hours talking getting to know each other, the friendship that ultimately turned into love, that's how it happens.

"You're right in most cases it takes weeks, months maybe even years to figure it out but sometimes like in our case you don't need that you just need a night. And I think those are really extraordinary romances." I look into his too green eyes and there's no mischief in them he's totally serious. Fuck I didn't mean it when I wished my life was like a Jane Austen novel I swear! Yet that more I thought about the more I realized maybe he was a little bit right I mean sure the slow burning romance with Jacob was great but it didn't last very long and certainly didn't lead to the great love affair I wanted.

Before I realized it the check was being placed between us and before I could even get to it Edward had quickly slipped his card into it and signaled for the waitress.

"I can pay for my own meals, you do realize that right."

"I know you can but what kind of date would I be if I let you."

"A twenty-first kind."

"Bella I'm just an old fashioned kind of guy." I wanted to laugh out loud that, who was he kidding?

"See I would believe that except most old fashioned kind of guys asks for a girls hand in marriage before actually entering the marriage."

"So we are married." He attempts to hold my hand over the table but I'm quick to pull away.

"For now."

"Does that mean you'll move in with me?" I did laugh at that.

"You should feel lucky I rode in the car with you." I sent him a sarcastic smile just as the waitress came back with his card.

"Lunch tomorrow?" He asks before I get out of the car, luckily this time it wasn't so bad I was being accustomed to being in such close proximity with him I couldn't tell if that was a good thing or a really bad omen.

"Uh…." Tomorrow was….Monday! "I don't think so I really haven't even unpacked and I have a meeting thing with a new job so probably not a good day." Especially not to deal with this.

"Tuesday?" I really just wished he would say, "call me" and leave.

"How about Friday?"

"Bella you've given me a deadline Thanksgiving, you do realize that it's only a month and a half away with a date a week you give me exactly six dates to convince you to stay married to me, is that really fair?" I wanted to say deal with it or in Tim Gunn's words "Make it work!" I really needed to stop watching Project Runway.

"You're right, dinner Tuesday?" Please accept I just need one day of 'Bella lives in Vegas and everything is going ok!', even if it wasn't true at all one day pretend couldn't hurt right?

"Ok Tuesday, but don't surprise if I call you tomorrow." This man was nothing if not persistent.

"Ok." Finally I closed the door the his Volvo and made it into my apartment.