A/N: I do not own any of the Twilight characters, I did not write the book. However, I do like to steal some of it's finer characters and quirks, and insert them into my story.

Special thanks to Christa, for helping me get over the fact that the last chapter was such a piece of shit. Thank you.

And to all my readers, sorry for the shitty, crappy, horrible last chapter. I don't know what I was thinking. May this make-up for all my crap! ENJOY!


That morning I was determined to find Edward and tell him yes before anything else could wrong. I had already tried to tell him yes three times but two things kept on getting in my way, his face and my inability to communicate with his face. Oh, I could stare at it just fine, but tell it, er, him that I will go out with him, not so easy.

So this morning, on my way class, I gave myself a mental pep-talk; except for I lost the mental part and just started giving myself a verbal pep-talk. Which, of course, made everyone think I was crazy, but really, what's new?

"Okay, so, you're just going to go up to him, and you're just gonna say it. You're gonna say, 'Edward, I would love to go out with you.' And then he'll look at you, and do that cute little smile thing he does, where only one corner pulls up and…Bella…get ahold of yourself…"

Just as I started to get a grip on my sanity, I saw him standing at his locker. He looked as if he was in a deep conversation with Jasper, and from his hand gestures I could tell it was something that he was passionate about it. But I hardly even noticed, all I was looking at was the way the muscles in his back flexed and relaxed as he made animated hand gestures.

Before I could lose my cool again I decided to just walk up and tell him. I stood slightly hidden by his locker door and then whispered.

"edward." Nothing.

"Edward." Again, nothing.

"Edward!" Still no response. Come on Bella, just do it, just be a man and talk to him…well, don't really be a man, because that would be awkward on so many levels, but, just, just do it! Be like Mike and Just Do It!

"Damn it Edward!" I yelled as I threw his locker door shut.

"What the HELL?!?" He practically screamed. I looked and realized that I had accidentally, inadvertantly, inconceivably, and embarassingly slammed and lodged his hand in his locker. Shit!

"Edward I'm sorry, I just, I came over here, because I wanted to, well, I was going to tell you that, well, yes, I will go out with you."

"Well that's GREAT Bella. Thanks for letting me know!"

"No problem."

"I'll pick you up at 6 on Friday, okay?" He said through gritted teeth.

"Okay." I said, and then turned and walked away.

"I mean, really who does this happen to? I just, he asked me out. He asked me out, and besides saying yes, what else did I do? I slammed his locker on his FREAKING HAND!!! Seriously, who does this happen to?"

"Wait, who are we talking about?"

"No one." I said conspicuously.

"Bella, if I'm going to help you—"

"I didn't say I needed help! I just, I mean really…super cute guy, and he asked me out. ME! And, and I tell him yes, but first, first I slam his hand in his locker."

"Well Bella, look at the bright side."

"What bright side?"

"At least he'll never forget about you."

"CARLISLE!"

"Well, you were the girl who slammed his hand in his locker. Unless, you know, someone else does it too."

"Carlisle!"

"Well Bella, that's all the time we have for today."

"But I haven't even figured anything out. I mean, what if he takes it back? What if he doesn't want to go out with me anymore? What if I just lost the only friend I have?"

"We can discuss that tomorrow. But for now, I'm going to have to say goodbye. And try to look out for locker doors from now on."

I just rolled my eyes at him and grabbed my bag. I made my way out The Shrink's office door and then tried to stay towards middle of the hall…just to prevent any more accidental collisions with locker doors. As I stepped out into the bright Forks sunshine, which wasn't really bright, and wasn't really sunshine-y I started to head for my truck. But before I got far I saw Alice leaning against her car and just smiling. It was that smile, that smile that said she knows…she knows.

"So I hear we have you to thank for the complete destruction of Edward's piano playing career."

"What?"

"Yeah, I heard. Jasper told me the whole story, but he left out just one part."

I just looked at her.

"Well did you say yes or what?"

This time I just smile at her and the smile says it all.

"You said yes! Bella!!! Oh Bella, you have to let me dress you for the date."

"Alice, I think I can dress myself!"

" Yeah, you can, I've seen it…but imagine what you could look like if I dressed you. You know, maybe did your make-up, your hair too…"

I contemplated that.

"Please Bella."

"Alright."

"Sweet, alright, I'll come over to your house at…wait, when are you going out?"

"Friday night. Six."

"Okay, I'll just come over with you after school."

"Alice! That's like 3 hours before the date."

"And?"

"And, we don't need that much time, do we?"

The Pixie just looked at me. So I glared back.

"No we don't NEED that much time, but I want you to look real good."

"Fine Alice, you can come home with me after school, however, I want to have full veto power. If I don't like it, or if I think it doesn't look good, or whatever, I can say no."

"Okay Bella."

I couldn't quite explain it, but I didn't quite believe her.

Friday came like a bullet and before I knew, I was being pestered by The Pixie about foundation, concealer, and hairspray; oh my! But I have to admit, she did another fine job and even I couldn't tear my eyes from the mirror.

My hair fell in soft, looping curls, around my face. Which would have been beautiful even if my hair didn't nearly reach my waist. But it wasn't just the curls, it was also the outfit. The Pixie said that although my stuff was cute, it just wasn't date material. So she brought along a couple of her own skirts and tops. The combination was great. She had me in a powder blue v-neck sweater, which was perfect for the slightly cooler Forks night. But I knew I would be freezing by night's end, because she had paired it with a jagged, layered, black skirt that was thinner than a shower curtain. When I tried to fight her on it she just looked at me and asked what I thought would go well with the sweater. Of course I had no suggestions, so I was stuck with it. There was; however, one thing that I did win on. The foot apparel. The cute, goody-goody image was shattered by my accompanying this adorable outfit with a pair of black and white, low-top converse. I told The Pixie that if she didn't let me wear the shoes, then she could put me in heels, but I would wear jeans and a hoodie. I won.

But far better than my hair, or even what I was wearing, was my make-up. This one thing I was actually extremely pleased with. I still looked like me, not like a little girl playing dress-up in her mother's make-up. It was me, just accentuated a little bit. My eyelashes were a little bit darker and a little bit longer. My skin was a little bit more even and a little bit more smooth. My lips were just a little bit fuller and a little bit darker. It was me, just enhanced. Or maybe it was me, with just a little bit more effort. But whatever it was, it was beautiful.

I shooed The Pixie at 5:45 and then paced in the kitchen. I didn't know what to expect. I didn't know where we were going or if he would even show up. I mean, if it were me, and some girl had shut my locker on my hand, I probably wouldn't talk to her again. But who knows.

As the clock on the stove turned 6 I heard a car pull up in the driveway. I heard the driver get out and then head for the door. Just as they got ready to knock I pulled open the door. Only, they weren't getting ready to knock, they were getting ready to just walk in.

It was Charlie.

"Charlie, what are you doing here? I thought you were working late tonight?"

"It's Dad. And I was supposed to be working late, but I got everything done early. Why are you all dressed up?"

"I told you, Dad, I'm going out tonight."

"With who?"

"Nobody…"

"Well then, you'll probably be waiting around a long time for this nobody. Probably waiting around all night."

"Dad…"

The doorbell rang before I could finish my sentence. I opened the door and launched myself out of the house grabbing Edward's hand on the way.

"Ouch, Bella, hand!"

"Oops, sorry. Come on, let's go. Charlie just got home, and—"

"Wait, Charlie's here?"

"Yeah."

He turned and walked through the front door. I couldn't grab him and stop him so I followed him through the door.

"Mr. Swan. I would just like to thank you for allowing me to take your daughter out tonight."

Charlie just stood there, mouth agape.

"Yeah, sure, no problem. Hey, son, what happened to your hand?"

I blushed profusely and a smile played at Edward's lips.

"Kind of a long story, ask Bella, she'll tell it to you sometime."

He just smiled as he turned on his heel and glided us out the door.

"Well, that was easy, I figured you're dad would fight this more."

"You stunned him, give him a week and he'll try to run you out of town."

Edward just chuckled as he made his way to the passenger side of the car.

"Am I driving?" I teased.

He pulled my door open and offered me his hand, "My lady."

I laughed. "Edward…"

He quickly ran in front of the car and then jumped into his seat. "Emmett told me that girls are very impressed when a gentleman holds the door open for his date."

"Yeah, well, the next time a gentleman does it for me, I'll probably be impressed." I said. The line wasn't exactly a dig, it was a flirt, and the only difference was the way that I looked at him. Not aggressively, but slightly seductively, peering up at him from under my eyelashes.

He smiled and started the car.

"Oh, Edward. I just wanted to say I'm sorry for slamming the locker door on your hand…so, I'm sorry."

"It's okay, I mean, I may never be able to play piano again, but hey, who needs a boring old classical instrument anyways."

"Wait, seriously? Alice wasn't kidding. Crap, Edward, I'm so sorry."

"Bella, I was joking. It's fine."

After that I stared out at the night as we drove to our destination. Which was unknown to me, but apparently well known to Edward. Sad to say, I was tuning him out slightly because he was talking about what he might get at the restaurant, and what I should get. It wasn't until he said something about us sharing a steak that I piped in.

"Um…Edward…I'm a vegetarian…"

"Oh…well, okay…um…vegetarian…vegetarian…veggies…vegetables…rabbit food…a ha! I know what you should get! Alice told me that this place has amazing spinach ravioli. It'll be perfect!"

Yeah, perfect I thought. Just as long as I didn't plan on kissing him tonight, or opening my mouth at all.

When we pulled up to the restaurant Edward hurried out of the car and again opened my door for me. I couldn't help but offer a small smile, it was kind of cute.

"Impressive, no?"

"Cute, adorable, entertaining. Impressive…no." But the dig was yet again accompanied by a smile, and Edward reciprocated it by offering me his arm.

We walked into the restaurant and I immediately hated myself for fighting The Pixie when she told me to change my shoes. This was nice restaurant. Cloth tablecloths on the tables, none of that paper that they encourage you to write on. Cloth napkins, not paper. Shiny silverware, not mismatched pieces. And what looked like crystal water glasses.

I turned violently red when the Maître d' looked me up and down, sneered, and then steered us in the direction of our table. It was a table in the middle of the room, two chairs seated across from each other.

Edward held out my chair as I sat and then turned to his own chair. He grabbed his napkin off the table, gave it a little flick, and then placed it in his lap. Not wanting to be outdone, I did the same. However, I didn't look around, or even over my shoulder before I did, and ended up whipping the napkin right across our waiter's crotch.

The man instantly doubled over in pain and I turned a red never before seen by human eyes. Edward sat there trying to stifle a laugh behind his hand, but was failing miserably at it.

"Omigod, I'm so sorry…crap…I'm sorry…I'm so, so sorry. I…crap…sorry."

After a few more moments of pain and groaning the waiter righted himself and approached the table.

"Can I get you guys started with something to drink?" The man asked. But each of his words was laced with horrid pain.

"I'm fine." I whispered out.

"I'll just have water, thank you."

As the man walked back into the kitchen Edward started to really laugh. I looked at him, flushed even redder and then buried my head in my hands.

"Why me?"

This just started Edward laughing harder.

"And I thought this night was going to be sort of dull, boy was I wrong."

I looked at him and then excused myself to use the ladies room. As I stood in front of the mirrors in the restroom and just looked at myself.

"What am I doing here? What the hell was that? Crap, crap, double crap, shit, mother f—"

"Did you see that hot guy sitting at the table by himself. Man, he is fine. I'd like to take him home with me."

"Lauren!"

"What, you can't not notice how beefy he is…oh honey!"

I checked my reflection in the mirror one more time and then made my way out the door. Edward was sitting at our table talking to the waiter. As I approached the waiter turned pale and then scurried off to the kitchen.

"I ordered the spinach ravioli for you, I hope you don't mind."

I just shook my head.

"Look, Bella, its okay. I was just telling the guy about how a few days ago you slammed my hand in the locker. I told him that it's just what you do when you get nervous. Then he asked me if you'd be nervous all night. I told him yes. I think he was going to ask someone to switch tables." He just laughed at this and I decided that my hands were the most interesting things to look at.

"Bella, it's okay. I mean, how many other girls do you know that leave such lasting impressions on people." Again he sniggered, but I almost couldn't handle it anymore.

"Edward…I…"

"Hi, I'm Lauren; Mike won't be able to be your waiter anymore. I think he went home sick. He told me that you both ordered but I wanted to come by and just make sure you didn't need anything else."

As she said this her back was to me and her eyes never left Edward.

"We're fine." And with this he dismissed her with a wave of his hand.

"You were saying."

"Nevermind."

The rest of the night went off without any other disasters and we left the restaurant by about 8:30. Edward again opened my door, but I couldn't even muster a smile this time. After he got in to the car he turned to me.

"Bella, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you tonight, it's just. If you forget about the embarrassing parts, everything has been really funny. I mean, how can you retell the story and not find it funny. You slammed my hand in my locker, and you towel whipped a waiter in the groin. Just, just try and say that without smiling."

"Edward…"

"No seriously, try and say it. Say, 'I slammed Edward's hand in his locker.'"

"I slammed Edward's hand in his locker." No smile.

"'And I towel whipped a waiter in the groin.'"

"And I towel whipped a—" small smile "waiter in the groin."

"See, you can't say it without smiling. So, do we go see a movie, or do we call it a night?"

"Charlie says I have to be home by 10. And I don't think that we'll be able to find a movie, watch it, and make it home by 10. So I guess we call it a night."

"Yeah…or I could show you this really cool place…"

I smiled.

"Really cool place it is."

We drove west and wound around the mountains till we were face to face with the ocean.

We got out of the car and made our way towards the waves. The moon was out, full and bright, and the waves looked terrifyingly dark. But the overall effect was amazing.

Edward led us further down the beach until we saw a large piece of drift wood and we parked ourselves on it. We just sat there, watching the waves and thinking. After a while I started to shiver, but it was quickly remedied by Edward taking off his jacket and wrapping it around my shoulders. I smiled at him and he pulled me close to him with his arm still draped across my back. I rested my head and watched the stars, thinking that no one could ask for a better start.

"Bella, look. It's a shooting star. Make a wish."

I did.

"What did you wish for?"

"I can't tell you. If I do, it won't come true."

He just smiled at me, and we continued to sit there for a few more moments.

"Better get you home, don't want to give Charlie anymore reasons to want to chase me out of town." He winked at me and we headed back for his car.

When we pulled up to the house, the lights were all off except for the porch light, and a hazy blue light coming from the living room.

Edward came over, opened my door for me and offered me his arm as he walked me up to the door.

"Edward, I had a really great night. Thanks." I just stood there staring at him.

"I had a really great night too. Maybe we can do it again sometime?"

"I'd love that."

After that we just stood there staring at each other, eyes locked and faces moving closer and closer. His eyes started to shift from my eyes to my lips, and I figured that if we didn't connect soon the tension might become too great and we both might explode. He got closer and closer. Closer and closer. Closer and closer, until.

The door flew open, the barrel of a shot gun poked out, and Charlie cocked it. Edward jumped away from me faster than any normal human could move.

"Sorry…I…I thought I heard a raccoon…as you were."

He turned and walked back in the house, shutting the door behind him.

"Well, I should go in. It's been great Edward, thanks."

I stepped forward, planted a delicate kiss on his cheek and then walked in the door. I didn't wait for the car to take off before I took off for the stairs. I knew that if I got to the window and he was still there, then it was real.

I opened my door, and then pulled back the blinds on my window. Down, leaning against his car was Edward. He was looking up at my window, even though I'm sure he couldn't see me, and he was smiling.

It's real…I thought, it's real.

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