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Author's Note: Another filler chapter! Terribly sorry. I didn't particularly like writing this chapter because, well, it's a boring scenario. I just had to get this over with so there. I have a few good ideas in mind, though, so hang on. :)) Guess what? It's 5:09 am! Haha! dang, my sleeping habits are screwed. :
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Chapter 11

We finally arrived at the auto-strip where various car centers stood next to each other – Porsche, BMW, Audi, Volkswagen, Aston Martin, Lamborghini, Benz and Mustang, respectively. As we drove to the parking lot, I could feel my nervousness escalating every second. I was never someone who liked making decisions about big things. Maybe I couldn't decide on which of my choices I liked better. Maybe I was afraid of taking the blame in case something goes wrong. Whatever the reason, I always tried to avoid choosing. The car I had back home was an unexpected gift I found in our backyard. This time, I had no way out.

"Do you have a budget?" Edward asked me as we exited the car.
"No," I informed him. "But I'd rather not buy a car that's too expensive. I don't want to ask for too much from my parents."
"That's sweet," he smiled as we walked.
"I just feel bad about spending too much of their money. I mean, they're already spending a fortune on my living expenses this year. I asked them if I could get a job so I wouldn't have to depend on them so much. They refused, of course. They spoil me too much."
"Well," he said. "They only care, you know. You don't need to work, so they see no point in it."
"True," I sighed. "Now, I'm getting a car – my second one, given that I have one at home."
"Don't fret," he laughed, putting his arm around my shoulder. This unsurprisingly sent shivers down my spine.
"You're right," I smiled, forcing my slight blush away. Thank God I didn't blush as much as Bella does.
"So do you have a brand in mind now?"
"I do,"
"What would that be?"
"I'm getting the same brand as the one I have at home. I'm getting a Volkswagen!"

We made our way to Volkswagen dealer and we were greeted by a young salesman. He showed us around, carefully supplying us with a list of features for each car. He seemed to be the guy who's so dedicated to his job that he'd listen to a tape dictating all the car specs as he slept.

Edward seemed to be enjoying this more than I was. He often asked the salesman questions about the top track speed or the fuel efficiency. I, of course, was only interested in how the car looks – is it cute enough? Does it come in different colors? – Stuff like that. I've never been a speed driver, so how fast the car goes wasn't much of a crucial detail. I wanted a chic car that screamed style from every angle.

"Edward," I whispered as the salesman babbled about the Volkswagen Rabbit (Yes, ladies & gentlemen, Jacob's car).
"What?" he asked.
"I want that one," I said, pointing subtly to the convertible Beetle.
"But there are faster cars than that one!"
"I don't care," I laughed. "It looks cute."
"Ugh, women," he mumbled, mostly to himself. He turned to the salesman. "Excuse me, sir."
"Yes?" the salesman, who, according to his nameplate is named Jim, replied.
"She has chosen," he said in a surrendered tone.
"Which car, ma'am?" he said as he looked at me.
"That one," I said, pointing to the curvy top-down car.
"Ah, the Beetle Convertible," he smiled. "Fine choice."

We walked over to the display. Edward and the salesman were discussing things I barely understood. I put my hand on the car's hood and started stroking it with adoration. This is a cool car. I checked the available colors and smiled when I saw that the car actually came in pretty hues. I tried imagining the car in different colors and finally decided.

"I want it to come in Sunflower Yellow," I announced.
"Very well," the salesman smiled. "How will you be paying?"
"Credit card,"

A few hours later, there I was, driving my brand new Beetle Convertible. I opted for the black seat cover since it looked better with yellow. I had the top down and the wind was blowing through my hair. I was happy. I glanced at the rear-view mirror and saw Edward driving right behind me. I raised one hand and waved at him. He honked his horn in reply. I laughed. Thirty minutes later, we were pulling over my driveway. Edward got down and stood by my car.

"You seemed to have enjoyed yourself," he laughed.
"I love the car!" I said excitedly.
"I'm glad you do," he grinned. "The car isn't as bad as I thought."
"What do you mean?"
"It has a top speed of 125 miles per hour. Good enough – for you, at least."
"Meanie," I giggled. I checked my watch and it was seven-thirty already. "Hey, do you want to come up and have dinner at my place?"
"Are you sure?" he asked, evidently surprised by my invitation.
"Of course," I smiled. "Besides, I have something to show you."
"Okay," he beamed. "What is it?"
"Well," I said as I walked toward the building entrance. "You'd have to see for yourself."