Twilight isn't mine, but the idea is. I was inspired to write this after a marathon of Fast and Furious. All the songs on the soundtrack helped me create this, so you should check them if you don't know them.
Many thanks to my dear friends m0t0b33 and TeamAllTwilight for the pre-reader and beta work.
Three months later found Edward and Bella back in Chicago studying for the upcoming tests in the following week. Ever since they returned, they'd been closer than never before. Because Edward had to spend another two weeks in the Chicago hospital, apart from the other three he had spent in Fredonia's hospital, Bella was faced to having to go to his school alone. Alice took it upon herself to be her bodyguard. Not like anyone dared to even look at Bella, knowing she was Edward's girl, and everyone knew the brawly boy not the mushy version he had become ever since falling in love.
At the moment, Bella was spread on Edward's bed with textbooks opened around her as she was trying to figure out how to solve the complicated logarithms.
"Edward, did you finish exercise F? I have no idea how to extract the square root of this stupid logarithm," Bella mumbled, frowning at the notebook in front of her. When she got no answer, she raised her eyes to see her boyfriend slouched in his desk chair, twirling Betty's key on the top, looking deep in thought. "Hey!" she hissed.
His startled green eyes found hers. "What?"
"Did you finish homework?"
"Yes. Ages ago. While you were at Alice's."
"Oh, even the math problems?"
He smirked. "Why, Miss Swan, I think you want to cheat."
Bella pursed her lips. "Just help me with this…I have no idea how to extract the root."
Edward immediately sprang off the chair and fell unceremoniously next to her on the bed. After planting a loud kiss to her shoulder, he proceeded to explain how to solve the exercise.
She was in awe at how smart he was, but how lazy he could be when it came to school work. He always finished his homework last minute, and in classes, sometimes he even started contradicting the teacher about the way he got to the result when Edward found a simpler method. Of course, the teacher usually snapped back telling him that his was the classic method and won't have any of his students cheating. Bella thought it was stupid. If Edward got to the same result, writing less and making it look a lot simpler why bother with the longer explanation? He even got sent to the principal's office after such a fight with the Math teacher.
"I've been thinking," she mused, watching as he scribbled on her notebook.
"Yeah?"
"You should become a teacher—I always understand when you explain things to me."
Edward's face twisted. "No. Teachers are stupid."
"So you don't know what you want to do in life?" She asked, propping her head in her palm.
"Sure I do." He glanced at her amused.
Bella raised an eyebrow at him, expecting a lame answer like contributing at world peace or becoming a professional racer. It would be typical Edward.
"I want to help Jasper develop his garage into that restoration car store he's dreaming of. So I'm hoping to get a letter back from the Business program I applied to."
"I had no idea," she mumbled, staring at him in shock. "I still want a degree in Geography, but I don't know if I'll actually pursuit my dream-job since I was little."
"You can be a tour guide anywhere, baby. Done." He put the pen down, beaming at her. "Want to do something?"
Her cheeks pinked. "You know how I feel about that with your parents under the roof."
"For a first, I wasn't thinking about sex." Edward smirked at her. "But I can always lock the door."
"No." Bella stared at his amused face for a while. "What did you have in mind?"
A huge smile spread on his face. "Thought you'd never ask. As a matter of fact I know about your shopping trip with Alice."
"Don't remind me. My feet hate her."
"Well, I was thinking we could put the dress you bought to good use."
"Were you part of that impromptu shopping trip?" She eyed him suspiciously.
"No way. I just want to do something nice for you."
"And what's that? I only want to stay here with you." She pouted as Edward went to his desk, rummaging through one of the drawers.
"Ta-Da!" He showed her two cards just as the door of his room opened. He quickly hid the fake IDs behind his back, smiling innocently at his father. "Hey, Dad."
"I don't think I want to know," the older man muttered, eyeing his son suspiciously. "I need to meet with a client. Your mom is still at the pizzeria. You know, end of the month stuff."
"Okay…"
"Here." Carlisle gave his son a gift card with De Marco's name on it. "We never got around to using it this month. There are two more days left of the month."
"Oh, thanks." Edward grinned. "Free food."
"I figured you'd appreciate it. Take Bella and try number seven." Winking at the teens, he left.
"What's number seven?" Bella asked curiously.
"No clue. Want to go? I can't believe I didn't take you to Mom's restaurant, yet."
"Sure. I'd like to go. What were you showing me earlier?"
"These." He approached the bed, handing her the fake IDs. "I talked to Jazz and he knows someone…it's quite a new club so I think we're safe. If you want to go."
"Now I know why Alice insisted I buy that dress and the boots." Bella sighed heavily.
"So are we doing this? Like a real date? Wine and dine then dancing?"
Bella crawled to the foot of the bed and wrapped her arms around his middle. "If you change the wine with soda. We can drink something else at the club."
"Who are you and what have you done to that innocent girl I met last year?"
"You corrupted her."
Grinning, Edward bent his head to kiss her. "Get dressed, because if I push you down on the bed, we'll never leave."
She blushed furiously but listened to him. As much as she loved making love to him, the prospect of a date didn't sound bad. They hadn't gone on a date yet.
Half an hour later, Bella was dressed in the black darling bow dress she had bought on her shopping trip with Alice, along with the six inches high red boots. She shuddered at the memory of Alice advising her in buying shoes—to make sure the heel was longer than her boyfriend's dick. Bella had refused to let Alice know that she'd probably break her neck if she ever stepped in nine inch heels.
"Are you about ready?" Edward asked, knocking on his bathroom door.
"I think I'm taller than you," Bella answered amused, opening the door.
"Whoa!" He stared at her with glazed-over eyes. "You look so fucking beautiful, baby."
"I do?" She stared down at her simple dress and her too high shoes. "You scrub up pretty good too."
He was wearing dark blue jeans, a lime shirt, paired with his usual black Converse and his leather jacket.
"Thanks." Edward smiled bashfully, offering his hand. On the way out the room, he grabbed her jacket too.
"Stairs," Bella whimpered as she wobbled along her boyfriend down the hallway.
He laughed and without thinking twice, he bent and scooped her up. "There."
"Edward!"
"What, we're alone," he answered seriously. Once in the foyer, he put her back on her feet, smirking playfully. "Your knight in…leather jacket at your disposal, my fair lady," he joked, making a reverence.
Bella burst out laughing. "Knight in leather jacket?"
"What? It's true." He pointed to his clothes. "Come on." He locked up before helping Bella to the garage. Her ankles kept twisting and she feared she'd sprain one of them by the end of the night.
Edward cruised leisurely through Chicago's late evening traffic, pointing out to Bella different attractions or store he had robbed, joking about the poor security. She was surprised to hear him talk so casually about everything, but that was Edward. He didn't care anymore about his past, but he had learned from it.
He parked in front of De Marco's, and before he took his seatbelt off, a valet appeared at his window. When the man saw who was in the car, he immediately opened the door, bowing slightly.
"Mr. Cullen. Welcome back!"
"Hello," Edward said coolly, not liking the attention. "Take care of her."
"Sure will do, sir." The valet nodded seriously.
Ignoring the usual uneasy feeling of leaving Betty on unknown hands, Edward went to Bella's side. She was already out of the car, trying to keep her equilibrium.
"As nice as your heels are, maybe you should have worn sneakers."
"It would have looked odd—nice dress and sports shoes."
"You already got me. No need to impress me, baby." He led her inside the pizzeria with an arm around her shoulders. "You should wear what's comfortable, baby."
"I'll remember that for next time," she said softly.
"Good evening, Mr. Cullen!" A well-groomed hostess welcomed them upon their entrance. She gave Bella a look of superiority, before turning her smiling face to Edward.
"Hey, Karen. I'd like a private booth," Edward told her.
After clicking on her computer, she beamed at him. "There's one table at the window over there, and one booth in the alcove."
"Alcove." He turned to wink at Bella. "Lots of privacy there."
"How do you know? Taken someone else here?"
He frowned at her, not understanding the sudden hostility. "Believe it or not, I only had Jazz and Ally here as company."
"Oh." She hung her head in shame, following Karen to their allotted table. "I'm sorry. She's too friendly," Bella whispered to Edward who was still looking at her concerned.
"She can dream on," he whispered back. "You're the only one for me, baby."
"That's very reassuring to hear."
When they stopped at their table, Bella rose on her tiptoes and kissed her boyfriend more daringly than she'd have usually done it in public. Karen was gaping at them when they separated. Bella's triumph didn't last long, because Karen made scarce after blurting out their waitress would be with them soon.
"Odd," Edward muttered, frowning after her retreating form. Shrugging it off, he gestured for Bella to slide in the booth. He'd always loved this alcove made of stone—it truly gave a romantic and private feeling.
"I heard you dropped by. I wanted to see for myself," Esme's voice said cheerfully from behind them.
Edward gasped and turned to face his mother. "Mom! Hi."
"Hello, Mrs. Cullen," Bella murmured shyly.
"Sweetie, it's Esme. We talked about this. Anything I can get you?" she asked happily.
Edward felt mortified, his ears turning a deep magenta. "Mom, we're on a date!"
"Oh, of course. Let me call Dom to set the table nicely."
"Mom, the table is perfect." He narrowed his eyes at her, silently praying she got the message.
"Of course. Silly me." As she turned to go, Edward grabbed her arm.
"I'm sorry. It's just…" He glanced at Bella who was studiously ignoring them, admiring the paintings on the walls. "What's on menu seven? Dad recommended it." He showed her the gift card.
"It's your favorite—pizza with salami, corn, tomatoes and lots of mozzarella. Also, there's bruschetta for appetizer and crème brûlée for dessert."
"We'll take that. Oh, and some soda."
"I'll let Dom know." She patted his cheek, before retreating to the kitchen area.
"You shouldn't have told her off," Bella murmured.
"But it's odd. We're on a date and my mom offered to serve us. It's my fault for bringing you here."
Bella shook her head. "This place is amazing. I love everything about it—the decorations, the ambient, the music. Thank you."
"Wait till you taste the food."
Dom appeared at their table bringing sodas and glasses. He left in a hurry only to return with bruschetta.
"What's this?" Bella pointed to the slices of bread with tomatoes. Edward went on to explain. She seemed fascinated by how much her boyfriend knew about cooking, while she barely knew how to fry eggs.
During their meal, Edward told her about the history of the pizzeria—he knew it since it was an empty space not looking very nice, but he'd witnessed its transformation.
As Bella chewed on a slice of pizza, an idea came to her. Edward looked deep in thought, and she crossed her legs under the table before slowly running the tip of her boot over his leg. He jumped visibly, turning to smirk at her.
"You're naughty tonight."
"I can't wait to go dancing."
"If you continue like this, I'll take you home and dance with you between the sheets." His hand clamped on her knee, slowly creeping up. At that precise moment, Esme decided to drop by, simply asking if they were enjoying the meal.
"Fabulous," Edward commented, not moving his hand.
"What about you, dear? Did you like it?" she asked Bella, smiling kindly.
"It was delicious," she managed to sputter out.
"I hope you left room for dessert. I'll let you enjoy."
"Thanks, Mom."
"Are you going home afterwards?" she asked before turning to go.
"We're meeting with Jazz. Is there a curfew?" he wondered.
"As long as you return home safe and sound, you can come back at whatever hour, honey. Be careful."
Once she was gone, Edward beamed at Bella. "We'll have so much fun!"
When the crème brûlée arrived, he insisted on feeding his girlfriend. Bella couldn't believe he was the same boy who not so long ago had problems with the law. He was extremely sweet and attentive to her, all the time. With his every gesture, he proved his love for her.
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