Stephenie has it all. I just decided to play with her characters and add some of mine.

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As you know by now, remove the spaces. On FB you find me under the name of Cherry Bella.

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PS1: For those that don't know, I posted outtakes for this story. It's about Edward. And I'm working on more outtakes right now.

PS2: There is a new picture on my FB profile with the house.

When I woke up, I felt something cold on my chest. And wet. Peeking down, I saw Edward sleeping soundly, snoring and my left boob covered in his drool. Gross.

"Eww," I groaned. "Edward."

"Mhmm?" he hummed, closing his mouth and running the back of his hand over his mouth.

"You got drool on me."

"Mhmm."

I realized he wasn't going to wake up and I pushed him away until he was on his stomach, all the while sleeping deeply. I went to the bathroom and by the time I was out, he had woken up. Barely.

I found him on top of the bed, the TV on. He glanced at me, shooting me a small smile.

"Breakfast?" he asked, pointing to the nightstand.

Had he ordered room service? Oh, of course not. "Basketball season is over. You can eat more than granola bars in the morning," I told him laughing.

"They're very good. They have proteins and are very healthy."

"Okay, doc. Whatever you say. But I want a huge coffee and a bagel."

"Shh."

I looked toward the TV to see what he was watching. Tom and Jerry. I had to bite my cheek to keep from laughing at him. Then I saw the episode. I remembered liking it and I joined him, snuggling in his chest. He wrapped me in his strong arms, squeezing.

I munched on a granola bar, as we watched a few episodes. Until someone knocked on the door.

"I'm not answering. This is the important part," I told him, sitting up and holding my breath. I knew Tom was going to be okay, but still I worried. I loved that cat and I wasn't a cat person.

"I'm going to kill whoever is at the door," Edward mumbled, jogging to the door, but his head was still turned to the TV set.

"Good morning," Shaw greeted him.

"Morning, Coach," he answered, his eyes glued to the TV. "When are we leaving?"

"That's why I'm here. Our departure is delayed. We're going to leave in the evening or tomorrow morning. Something with the bus. I have no idea, I'm not a mechanic and the guy that explained… Can you at least pretend to listen to me, Cullen?"

Edward looked at him, grinning. "I heard you. But there's Tom and Jerry," he almost whined, glancing back at the TV. It was so funny. He was allowed to act like a kid from time to time.

"Can I join you?" I was surprised when Shaw asked that, but Edward just stepped aside. Surely, he wasn't processing what he had just heard. Shaw sat on the chair and Edward returned to me, blindly seeking the bottle of water from his nightstand. Never stay in between a boy and his cartoons.

Once the cartoons were over, Shaw asked what had happened last night. Edward's truthful answer shocked me.

"I just saw…someone I knew in the stands. I wasn't expecting them there."

Shaw nodded. "How's your finger?"

"Good. It doesn't hurt."

"If you were staying one more year in school, you could have kissed your position goodbye after what you did," Shaw told him seriously.

Edward laughed. "I know. That's why I had the courage to do it."

I slapped his shoulder. "You could have hurt yourself further."

"But I didn't, did I now?"

Shaw moved forward, leaning his elbows on his knees, clasping his hands. "I hear you are moving here."

"Yeah, it's normal. I will be working here, right?"

"Can I give you an advice?"

"Sure." Edward nodded, changing a confused look with me. I just shrugged.

"Don't buy a house. Not until you are sure. And I'm talking about your career. You can change teams in the next few years or decide to go back to school. Only when you're sure you want to live in some place, just then buy it."

"Thanks. I'll consider it. We're renting now."

I hadn't told him how much I loved the house. "We should be seeing the house," I reminded him softly.

"Right. Tom side-tracked me."

Shaw started laughing. "I hope you're talking about the cat," he told Edward, grinning.

"Of course. I'd never call you Tom. You'll always be Coach Shaw, Coach." Edward laughed.

I was learning new things. Shaw's first name was Tom and he liked cartoons. I had come to realize he wasn't as mean as I had first pictured him. He was just tenacious, wanting to do what he had planned.

We had to take a cab to the house because I didn't remember how to get there. I should have asked Carmen for a set of keys, but I had been distracted.

Edward loved the house. We were sitting on the front lawn like two hobos staring at the house.

"I can't wait to move in. Is it furnished?"

"Ah, no. Just the kitchen and bathrooms."

"That's okay. We can bring stuff from my room. The bed from home is big enough."

"Edward," I groaned. "We can buy a new one. Or you'd like to keep that one for sentimental reasons?" I teased him.

He made a face. "You're right. A new bed. I feel bad enough you had to sleep there once. That's why I joined you in the guest room."

I laughed at him until I realized he was serious. "Oh…you…that bed…Yuck!"

He chuckled, kissing my head. "I'll tell Mom to burn it."

"You're overreacting." I put my head on his shoulder. "She can burn the sheets, though," I added after some time.

Edward snorted in laughter, tackling me down. His mouth covered mine and soon we were kissing and rolling in the grass.

"You know what I wanted to do today?" he asked after a while.

Yes. "Tell me," I chose to say.

"I wanted to…visit them…I'm not sure now… Did I scare you last night?" His green eyes burned with intensity and fear.

"You can't scare me, Edward. That's part of who you are and I'm happy you started sharing it with me."

He beamed at me. "I'm glad I gathered the courage to do it when you were awake. Oops." He scratched the back of his head.

"What was that?" I asked, frowning. "You talked about this…when I was sleeping?"

"Maybe? Sometimes," he admitted. "You know how you talk in your sleep…sometimes…you were talking about me…about that time…and I was telling you that it wasn't so bad. That I was okay now. That Esme and Carlisle had saved me and I am forever indebted to them. That…you taught me how to love," Edward added sheepishly.

I flung my arms around his neck, hugging him closely. I kissed that spot behind his ear, whispering that I loved him. He just squeezed me.

After that we decided to find a place to eat then see what we were going to do. We walked down the beautiful street the house was on, hand in hand, talking about what we felt like eating.

"What's wrong with Mexican food?" I groaned.

"It's too spicy."

I sighed. "Okay, okay. Italian?"

"That sounds better. I haven't eaten pasta in some time," he said. "I have…bad memories about…spicy food."

I froze, missing a step and nearly falling. He caught me on time. I had to get used to him dropping bombs like that. Now that he started talking, he wasn't taking it back.

"Oh? Do you want to share?"

"Not really," he mumbled, wrapping his arm around my waist.

"I know what they did. Please?" I was pushing my luck.

"They had left me some Chinese food after eating their fill. And I rarely ate Chinese when we had. It was really spicy whatever they bought." He laughed, shaking his head. "I used to think oysters were bugs. They were black, ugly and slippery. Ed tried teaching me to use the chopsticks…and the oysters kept flying to the floor…Liz showed me how to do it. It looked so easy when she did it." He sighed, his voice becoming quiet. "Ed got angry and shoved me. The box fell from my hands and then… Do you really want me to tell you that? Seriously, Bella, it would make you hate him more."

"What did he do to you?" I whispered, squeezing his hand that was around my waist.

"He made me put my hands on the table…then hit me with the chopsticks. Hard."

I turned my face to his chest, holding my tears.

"Anyway, spicy food was never good for me. It made my stomach hurt," he continued as if nothing had happened. "Ristorante is an Italian word?"

"Yeah," I mumbled, wiping my tears.

"Oh, right. Look. Ristorante Cusina. Shall we?" he asked, looking down at me. "I shouldn't have said anything."

"No, no. It's okay. I told you, I'm happy you're sharing. I can't help the tears…"

Edward pecked my lips. We crossed the street to the Italian place and stepped inside.

"Buongiorno!"

I giggled as Edward tried to answer back to the host, killing the word. She grinned back, nonetheless. The effort was appreciated, but I was sure she wasn't interested in his effort to speak Italian.

"How can I help you?" she asked.

"Good, English," Edward mumbled to himself. "We'd like a table for two."

"Right this way," she said cheerfully, leading us to the middle of the restaurant.

"Uh, sorry," Edward whispered, leaning into her. He said something in her ear, and whatever it was, she glared at me before she marched in the other direction. Edward led me behind her, looking smug. "Thank you," he said, grinning once we were at the back of the restaurant.

She nodded. "Your waiter will be with you soon. Have a nice evening."

"Isn't buongirono like 'good morning'?" Edward muttered, sitting down in his seat after helping me in mine.

"I think so. And are you still trying the gentleman card?"

"Yes. Is it working?"

"So far so good."

When the waiter asked what we'd drink, Edward asked for a bottle of wine. My eyebrows shot up. He put his hand over mine, smiling.

"I'd like to see your driver's license," the boy waiting us said professionally.

"Can't you see I'm legal?" Edward hissed. "It's in the hotel room. I forgot it."

"I have mine," I interjected before we got ourselves thrown out.

The boy turned to me. I searched for my driver license that had become useless in the past year and handed it over. "Anything else?" he asked.

"Just hurry," Edward muttered. "I used to be allowed in clubs when I was eighteen and now, that I'm actually legal, he asks for identification."

I was glad the waiter was gone. "Well, he can't really tell."

"I'll write my age on my forehead."

"No, better. Keep your driver's license with you." I smirked.

"I forget it one time and…" He shook his head. "And why do you have it with you? Your truck is long dead."

"Way to hurt your date's feelings," I told him, rolling my eyes. "Besides, it's like an ID."

"Seriously. That truck is…"

I made sure to step on his foot. He yelped, his knee connecting with the underside of the table. Served him right.

"Is there a problem?" our waiter, which I hadn't caught his name, asked concerned as he returned.

"No," I answered, grinning.

He poured white wine in our glasses. "Have you decided on what you'll get?"

Edward groaned. "We were just discussing it." He opened the menu harshly and after flipping through the pages, he closed it and asked if they had mushroom ravioli.

I kicked him again. What was his problem? The waiter hadn't done anything wrong.

"I'm sure, you missed it. It was on page three," the waiter answered calmly.

I craned my neck to read his tag. James. "We'll have two mushroom raviolis, James."

He turned to me, smiling and nodding. "If you need anything else just wave me over." He disappeared toward the kitchen.

I turned my eyes to Edward who looked like he was stewing in his own sauce, smoke coming out his nostrils and ears.

"What the hell, Bella?"

"What?" I asked, surprised.

He clasped his hand, batting his eyelashes. "Oh, yes, the ravioli James. Yes."

I snorted. "Are you jealous?"

"Do I have a reason?" he countered.

"Oh my God! You're jealous of the waiter!"

"Me? No, you know me." His finger traced the leg of the glass. "Yes, Bella. I'm fucking jealous. It's burning, eating at me."

He just admitted to be jealous on a person we just met. "You realize I should be like that all the time, right?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Why would you…be jealous?"

"Oh, I don't know! The way every woman acts around you?"

He frowned, picking up his glass and leaning it toward me. I touched his glass with me. He proceeded to swirl and smell it like a professional before taking a sip. He was so cute. "It's really good."

"Are we celebrating something?" I decided to change the subject.

"Well, of course. Many things." He nodded, his shoulders relaxing. "We won the basketball championship. I'm going to be an NBA player next season." Here his grin widened. "We just saw our future house." His grin threatened to split his cheeks. "And we will finish college in a few months."

"Cheers," I giggled, touching our glasses again. "And don't forget about the wedding. Or weddings?"

"Oh, great. Do you think they'll drag us shopping?"

"Maybe the boys won't, but I have to deal with Alice." I shuddered.

"Emmett can be just as bad as her. They're from the same root, so to speak."

"Here you go. Two mushroom raviolis."

I jumped, nearly spilling the wine on me. I had forgotten about our food. James apologized and Edward seemed to turn back to being jealous.

Once we were alone again, we ate in relative silence, just wondering about what the twin wedding was going to be like.

"Dessert?" he asked after we finished.

"I can't move," I mumbled, pushing my empty plate away.

"Come on. We'll share. Please?"

"Fine, but make it cheesecake." I smiled.

He poked his tongue out at me, raising his hand and snapping his fingers. When James didn't see him, being busy flirting with some redheaded woman, Edward groaned then he winked at me. No. I wanted to hide. What was he going to do?

"Waiter! There's something floating in my…wine!"

Could I hide under the table? Or maybe become invisible? Please, God.

James appeared at our side in less than one second. Every head turned to us. He picked up Edward's glass, inspecting it.

"Oh, I apologize, sir. This must have come at the smell of the wine. It's the common drosophila melanogaster," James said apologetically.

There was something in Edward's wine?

"The vinegar fly," Edward told him. "I know. It's been there for a long time. I didn't mind it. I had to fetch you somehow. You didn't see when I waved you over," he said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. "A piece of cheesecake. One fork. Thank you."

James looked shocked then he got angry. "You can't just say that in the restaurant. People would think poorly of us."

"Oh, you mean they didn't already?"

"Edward," I hissed. "Just bring us dessert, please," I whispered to James. When he was gone, I grabbed Edward's fingers and squeezed them.

"Ow!"

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Would you stop acting like a brat? I know why you're acting like this. It's the nerves. We don't have to do anything, just stop…this before we get arrested or something."

"We should sue them!"

"Edward!"

"But there is a fly in my wine. It's small, barely visible, lured by the smell of wine, but still...there is an insect," he grumbled.

James brought us our cheesecake along with the check. That was a not so subtle way of getting rid of us.

Edward took his sweet time eating and feeding me with the only fork available. He put his card on the pad and when James came to get it, he told him to get ten percent of it for himself. So generous. I rolled my eyes.

"You realize we're going to live here and that this restaurant is really close to the house?" I asked when we were alone again.

"Yeah, so?"

"So? We may end up here again."

"Your point?"

I sighed, giving up. He was so stubborn.

When we left, I was sure James breathed in relief.

"Do you want to do it?" I asked softly.

He nodded, looking around. "I know how to get there from here. If they live in the same place."

"We should call," I hinted.

"Let it be a surprise, since they seem to love surprises. If Mom had something to do with that…" he mumbled. "I'm sure she told them I was playing and…told them to come see me."

"How do you remember the way?" I asked shocked. He seemed so sure of where he was going.

"Two blocks that way," he pointed behind us. "It's my school. I had that route memorized."

Who loved the restaurant scene? It's my favorite part of this chapter. I learned about that fly in ninth grade and remembered the name because it was unique and it has a nice ring.

Review. Next chapter, they're going to visit Liz and Ed.