Just like I promised, here is the seventh chapter!
The long-awaited first date! I hope you like it as much as I did because this chapter took forever to write! I'm not the best at mushy scenes so if you have helpful suggestions that'd be great!
Here we go again guys!
Chapter Seven:
Saturday came faster than I was mentally prepared for. The whole week was filled with sunshine, an abnormality for Forks. I relished in the warm glow, missing the feeling from growing up in it.
It brought both good and bad news, though. With the slightly warmer weather came shorts, finally, but it also meant that Edward and his family spent the entire week "camping". I was hoping to annoy the plans for our date out of him, alas no such luck.
So here I was, eight o'clock on Saturday morning just staring into my newly filled wardrobe.
Okay Hannah, pep talk time.
This is Edward. No need to get all girly and panicky about clothes.
Just a date.
Your first date.
Suddenly a loud alarm screeched around the room. I spun, glaring at every inch suspiciously. Two weeks ago I had set up a crystal alarm system in my room that Paige taught me before I left. When crossed by evil it would go off, signalling an attack.
"Son of a bitch!" I yelled after I was thrown into the wall near my door. Luckily Richard was already gone or I'd have him to worry about. I sprang to my feet, getting into a defensive position with an energy ball already forming.
You have got to be kidding me!
It was a freaking Carver demon.
Damn.
I combat rolled to my trunk after throwing him into the wardrobe, cracking it. I threw it open and dug through it, looking for a potion to at least hurt him badly enough to make him retreat.
He jumped over to me, clearing five feet in one leap, and slashed at me with one hand. I felt his claws catch my arm, dragging across my inner forearm. I hissed in both pain and frustration.
"Fuck! You asshole!" I screamed and launched an energy ball and then a potion at him in quick recession. He screeched in utter anguish as they both hit their mark. Holding his now grotesquely bleeding and oozing arm, he howled at me then vanished in a puff of crimson smoke.
Did that jerk just diva scratch me?
Are you freaking serious?
Son of a bitch that hurts.
I gently turned my arm over and examined the gash. It sure wasn't pretty and I knew Edward would be able to smell the fresh blood pretty quickly.
I am getting tired of smart, worrisome vampires.
Double damn.
Oh well.
I checked the clock and noticed it was just passed nine already so I pushed any bad thoughts away, deciding to just deal with it later and got ready. I put on a pair blue jean shorts with white stars littering them and a red and white striped tank top. I applied my usual black eyeliner and mascara, brushing my teeth when I was finished.
I looked in the mirror and couldn't help thinking that I was missing something.
What am I missing?
A bandana? No.
Headband? Nah.
Hmmm... A hat!
Yes, it's all coming together now.
I snatched my black, vintage bowler hat off of its rack and grinned. Perfect. Now all I needed was my red converse and I was set.
I checked the time again.
9:35am.
Plenty of time to spare.
"Chris!" I called out loudly to the ceiling, thinking vaguely that if someone were watching me right now they would think I was some sort of nutter.
A blue shower of orbs floated through the roof.
Now if someone was watching that they'd probably have a heart attack. At that prospect I grinned.
"Hey, Hannah, what's-" Chris's eyes bugged out of his head at the state of my room then those green irises zeroed in on my freshly bandaged arm. Chris was quick, I'll give him that. He grabbed my arm lightly and looked at me with concern.
"What the hell happened?" He was clearly worried and I knew it would only get worse so I tried to just spit it out fast, going with the "ripping off a band-aid" method. "Carver demon paid me a little surprise visit. They're after me, Chris. Can you check the Book of Shadows for me?"
He looked at his watched and smiled. "Isn't Richard at work? Why don't you come home with me? We can spend the day together." He seemed really excited about that and any other day I would have jumped at the idea, but...
"I would love to, Chris, really, but I can't. I kind of, sort of, uhh..." I stuttered then swallowed hard. "Chris, I have a date."
Oh god, he's going to kill me!
Please God, don't let him murder me and hide my body at magic school.
"What did you say? You what?! No, no, no. Just no. You can't have a date. You are too young to date. End of story," he ranted at me, getting louder and louder, pacing the room angrily.
Okay, ouch.
Now I was mad.
"Chris, I'm sixteen. I am not a baby. I can go on dates if I want to," I said slowly, keeping my voice even. "Look can we talk about this later? And please check the book for me, will you?"
He sighed angrily, clearly frustrated, but nodded all the same. "Yeah, yeah, but we're talking about this later and I'm telling Piper!" He shouted the last bit as he orbed out. "Damn it, Chris, no!"
But he was already gone and then the doorbell rang. Shoot. That meant he heard at least some of what Chris said and none of that would be helpful. I descended both sets of stairs quickly then opened the door with a wide smile on face.
Please, please, please-
"Hey Edward!" I greeted happily, hoping that A.) he didn't hear anything and B.) that he didn't smell the blood on me. By the look he was giving me, I'd say that neither of those things came true.
Triple damn.
"Okay, before you say anything, can I talk first?" I practically begged. He opened his mouth then closed it, looking at me hard before finally conceding with a single nod.
I smiled at him quickly before trying to explain. "A Carver demon attacked me this morning. He got my arm a bit, yeah, but I'm fine. I plan on having Wyatt heal me later anyways. I did get him with a potion, but it didn't vanquish him. You don't have to worry though, Chris is working on it. And I know you heard him, but don't take it personally because he doesn't even know who I'm going on a date with. He's just overprotective, okay?" I took a deep breath and looked up at him expectantly. He was still frowning, but it slowly melted away.
"I just worry about you. I don't like that I can't protect you," he said taking my injured arm in his hands and ran his hand lightly over the bandage. I smiled at him.
"I love that you care and even that you worry, it's sweet, but I've been doing this my entire life, Edward. I can take care of myself," I said gently. I wanted so much for him to believe me.
"I know, I do. Now let's not let this ruin our first date, alright? I have the whole day planned, come on," he said with a smile while tugging on my good arm towards his silver Volvo.
I hated how much I loved him touching me. I could honestly say that I've never felt that way before. It was both exciting and terrifying. We started the drive in silence but it was quickly broken when I realized we drove beyond the city limits.
"Edward, where exactly are we going?" I asked curiously, staring at him for the first time since we started the drive.
He looked at me skeptically for a few seconds before replying, "Seattle."
I just stared at him blankly then exclaimed, "Seattle? You're taking me to Seattle?! Why are you so great?" He grinned at me widely. "I'm glad you're excited. I'll admit that I was a bit nervous. I haven't been on a date since I was turned over a hundred years ago so I was scared for a bit that I'd be a little rusty. I suppose I have nothing to worry about then, huh?" He said smugly and I snorted then smacked him.
Instant regret.
"Ouch! Be less structure-like, will you?" I cradled my hand to my chest and gave him a reproachful look. "Are you okay? You can really hurt yourself like that, you know." His eyes were dancing with laughter, but I knew there was a tinge of seriousness to it, too.
"Yeah, yeah. Hey, do you have an iPod jack in this baby?" I asked, wiggling my iPod nano at him. He reached without looking and handed me a cord that I plugged into my iPod's headphone jack.
I scrolled through some artists before landing on All Time Low's "Dear Maria, Count Me In". Edward drummed his fingers to the beat on the steering wheel and I smiled.
"This song is about a stripper," I explained nonchalantly. He choked and I giggled.
We spent the next two hours playing "ask Hannah as many questions that I can think of".
Fun game.
"What do you want to do after you graduate? Any thoughts on what college you want to go to?" Edward ask as we neared the t-minus one hour mark.
"No college. I refuse to be in debt for the rest of my life. Plus, I hate mortal school. Everyone is so far behind, I can't stand it," I answered honestly. He seemed surprised.
"But college is part of the journey. It's a great experience," he argued lightly. I shrugged.
"I never wanted to go. I always planned maybe teaching at magic school. I really want to be a witch fulltime. That's my American dream, Edward." He turned to look at me for a few seconds, making me question his driving abilities.
"What would you teach?"
"That's easy, potions. I've always loved brewing potions. I'm top of the school, or I was when I still attended. I'm afraid I'll fall behind. I wish I could get a magic school door put in at my house, but Richard would flip." I didn't realize how confusing that was until I looked at Edward.
"What's that mean? Magic school door?"
"Every student at magic school has a door that's magically installed to get them there. We have one at the manor and that's how we got to school everyday. I wish I could have one here, even just to study on my free time so I don't get so far behind."
"That's amazing, you know?" He asked and I nodded.
When we made it to Seattle I had my nose pressed against the glass just gawking at everything. I'd never been before and it was amazing. It was cloudy and a bit drizzly, but I expected as much. It didn't dampen my spirits at all.
"We're going to get you food first because I'm positive you haven't eaten yet," he said, eyeing me accusingly. I averted my gaze from his, but nodded guiltily all the same.
He pulled into an iHop and I smiled at him in gratitude. "Nothing fancy," he confirmed as he dashed over at a relatively human speed to open my door.
"My kind of place. You realize I'm getting grilled cheese, right? Also known as the world's greatest invention." He chuckled and led me inside where the waitress was too quick to help us.
Or rather Edward.
She was quick to help Edward.
And by help I mean, rub, caress, and giggle loudly while flirting horribly, of course.
Poor Edward.
I used the free hand that Edward wasn't clutching to badly stifle my laughter at her. She shot me a glare, but it just made me laugh harder.
I slid into one side of the booth she placed us at and Edward did the same. She took our drink order, Dr. Pepper for me and a water for him.
"So you're going to watch me eat, huh? No better way to test our relationship possibility." I grinned at him and he just nudged my leg under the table.
"So, that waitress has the hots for you, eh?" I asked teasingly to which he replied with a solid glare. "You know, I could let you two have some alone time, if you want..." At his appalled face I broke down into hysterics.
"That is so not funny."
And I promptly disagreed.
After we (or rather I) ate we headed out to a miniature golf course.
"Mini golf? How do you know me so well?' I asked as he handed me a small blue club and a matching ball. "I have a mean swing on me, just so you know."
The first hole was an apparently easy one.
For everyone else maybe.
There was a straight away into the mouth of some terrifying clown. Not exactly child friendly, if you ask me. Edward made it in one stroke, of course.
I was less than impressive. I swung at the ball and immediately missed. Edward snorted from the side and I pouted.
"I'm really awful at everything athletic. Except for gymnastics and fighting, I guess. Fat lot of good its doing me here," I said grumpily. I took aim again and swung.
The good news is that the club made contact this time. The bad news is I nailed some poor unsuspecting bystander in the back of the head. I ducked down fast before he could spot me and he gave Edward a heated look.
"Wow, you are awful, aren't you?" He asked walking up to me. I just shrugged and replied airily, "Must be a gift."
This is the part where Edward pulled out one of the biggest clichés ever and stood behind me to help me swing.
"Watch those hands," I teased, but I could feel my face heat up from close proximity. He chose to ignore my jibe, like I figured he would.
"You swing too hard and looking at the ball would probably be a good idea," he said quietly into my ear. I shivered then immediately cursed myself for reacting.
One side of my brain was screaming:
He's doing this on purpose.
Don't let him do this to you.
Fight it!
The other side was less angry:
How does he smell so nice?
God, I love this.
Swoon.
I could practically feel his smirk.
"Yeah, yeah, you make me swoon, but so does Norman Reedus, so get over it," I grumbled as I took the shot.
Hole in one.
Of course.
He looked at me incredulously and I laughed. "What? Being able to slay zombies like a beast is a good trait in a man."
His face remained offended and I patted his arm apologetically. "Don't worry, you're better looking and your grammar is fantastic."
He smiled at me again and we moved onto the next hole. The rest of the game went really well. I lost by a landslide while Edward tried to convince me I was improving.
I wasn't.
After the mini golf was some site seeing. We went to the top of the space needle then to some museums. We even stopped for coffee because how could you not?
I tried continuously to pay for my half of things until Edward threatened to hide my wallet then I conceded graciously.
We ended the trip with some stargazing. He took us up to some secluded hill on an obscure path that I bet no one else knew about.
It was really nice.
It was romantic, actually.
That thought freaked me out more then I'd ever admit.
"This was really great, Edward. I may have nothing to compare it to, but I'd say its pretty up there in the "best first date ever" category." We were both laying on our backs on a blanket Edward brought, close enough for our arms touch and our legs to brush up against each other.
It sent shivers up and down my spine.
"I'm glad. I really wanted this to be special," he said while rolling on his side to look at me. I followed suit and smiled at him, head resting up on my arm.
Every ridiculous thing they write about in those cheesy romance novels came to life in one moment.
My heart was pounding.
There were butterflies.
Time ground to a halt.
We moved in slow motion
It was sickening, actually, but I'm not really complaining.
He leaned in slowly and gently brushed his lips against mine. It was soft, almost faint, at first, but then he pressed up closer to me, putting more pressure into the kiss.
It was electrifying.
My mind couldn't form coherent thoughts.
All a blank.
Nothing.
It didn't go beyond a simple kiss, but it was definitely enough.