The Twilight Twenty-Five

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Prompt: 17

Pen Name: Glitterb1234

Pairing/Character(s): Bella+Edward

Rating: T

Word Count: 425

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"Remind me why I'm doing this?" I asked my best friend Alice as we walked into the roller ink on Saturday night.

"Because you have the hots for Edward Cullen, and if I don't make you do something about it you never will because you have ridiculously low self-esteem."

"Wow, don't sugar it Alice."

She just rolled her eyes and kept dragging me towards the skate rental counter. Just watching all the people speeding round and round on the rink ahead of us made my stomach turn; this was going to be a disaster.

Then I spotted Edward sorting through a pile of loose skates on the counter, and it was like nothing else existed. Honestly, my level of infatuation with him was probably borderline creepy, but somehow I couldn't help it; something about him just made me go weak at the knees.

"Hi Edward!" Alice almost yelled, grinning at him. I'd been so lost in my Edward haze that I hadn't even realised we'd actually reached him.

"Hi Alice," he replied, smiling politely. Then he turned to me. "Hey Bella."

"Hey." I whispered, shrinking a little and reflexively biting my lip as blood rushed to my cheeks at his stare.

"Oh for goodness sake," Alice muttered, then spoke louder. "I'll have a size four, Bella wants a five and your number."

Then she turned around and walked off without a word. Edward watched her go with a bemused look.

"Is she always like that?" he asked me, smiling again as soon as our eyes met.

I blushed, looked down and shrugged one shoulder. His hand reached out unexpectedly and tilted my chin up so I was looking at him again. He lent on the counter and smiled like I was actually important to him.

"So, you want my number?" he asked, a hint of teasing in his tone.

I shook my head. "Don't listen to Alice, she's being ridiculous. I shouldn't even be her, I can't skate at all..."

I trailed off as he chuckled. He tipped his head to the side and watched my face closely.

"So you don't like me?" he asked, his eyes wide and the hint of a pout on his full lips.

"Well, um... I mean..." I stuttered, completely disorientated by him.

He grinned, grabbed a scrap of paper from the desk and scribbled his number onto it, then pressed it into my hand.

"I'll go one better than that. Be ready to go out Friday night. Nothing too fancy. I'll pick you up at seven."