As the night carried on I stayed outside on the peaceful place of my uncle's garden. Of course the only thing that was keeping me from staying all night was the cold; I found it not the biggest problem because my body couldn't wait to hit my warm mattress. I headed inside in a rush and got to my room, I changed into some pajama pants and a V-neck shirt. I climbed into bed with hope of a dreamless night.

Oddly enough I got what I wanted, the dreamless night had made me feel more relaxed and refresh. I opened my eyes and smiled lightly at the sun hitting my face welcoming it for once instead of trying to hide from it. I stayed in bed for a long while unable to move, too comfortable to even try. I made a small face of disapproval at the lazy feeling that was trying to rule me. I fought the urge and forced myself out of bed.

I did the normal routine that any girl would do in her morning. As I was about to walk out of my room I grabbed my sweater that hung on one of the hooks on the back of my door and pulled it on. My eyes wonder down the semi-dark hall to where Edward's room was. It got the best of me to see if he was up, I stuffed my hands into my pockets as I walked.

I managed to get the door open enough to poke my head in and see the lifeless lump on the bed, nodding with a bit of happiness as I left his room. I was unsure of when he would wake up, I was hoping for an hour or even more but it being Edward, he always seemed to surprise me.

I walked down to the kitchen, heading for the fridge in search of breakfast. My eyes landed on the jar of pickles having the sudden crave for them. I pulled them off the shelf on the door and pushed the door close with my foot. I walked to the counter and got settled on the surface of it, I pulled out one of the many slices of pickles.

I was on my second one when Edward entered the kitchen. Still sleep ruled his face, a small smile among his lips as he scratched his head, his hair being a total mess. I narrowed my eyes slightly at the site of him because he was up and plus I couldn't help but to blush at him.

"You're eating pickles for breakfast?" He questioned and walked over to a cupboard in search of something. "You're going to have a case of bad breath.," he continued.

I looked down at the slice of pickle that I held and raised an eyebrow. I couldn't help but to test my breath, I brought my hand to my mouth and huffed into it before smelling. To me it wasn't bad but to him it wouldn't be so pleasant. I looked at him, frowning slightly and took another bite out of my pickle.

"Maybe then you'll stay away from me." I said firmly and placed the jar that was resting on my lap on the counter next to me.

"I'm not following you around Bella. You just happen to be everywhere I want to be, I'm sure if I woke up earlier than you, I wouldn't be in this stupid discussion." Edward said as he continued to look for whatever it was he was wanting.

"You sure do have all the answers." I said to myself more than him, I got off the counter. I headed for the fridge with the jar of pickles in hand and placed them back in their rightful place. I looked over the fridge again trying to find something that would drown out the taste of pickles.

I was pushed aside as Edward took my place to get the milk, he smiled widely but wasn't an apology smile, of course not. My eyes went into irritated roll as I turned to head for one of the other cupboards that Edward hasn't been in. I pulled out the box of pop tarts and getting out one the packs. I felt his eyes on me as I continued to the toaster and then waited for them to heat up.

The smell of the strawberry pop tarts made my stomach growl and got my mouth to water; I got a napkin and got the heated treats. I then continued onto the dinning room where Edward joined me, he sat right next to me. I wasn't sure if he was doing it out of teasing or just randomly sat down. We sat in quiet for a moment until Edward opened his mouth.

"Gimme some of your pop tart." He demanded and put his hand out in front of me.

I looked down at his hand and then over to his face, I shook my head very slowly and put small piece into my mouth before looking away.

"Okay we'll do a trade, a bite of pop tart for a spoonful of yummy lucky charms." He offered as he pushed his bowl over to me.

I sighed slightly at his offer, I looked down at his bowl and shook my head and willingly cut him a piece of my breakfast. He gladly took it; within a few seconds the poor piece had disappeared into his mouth and was chewed to its death.

"Oh by the way, your aunt isn't going on her trip." He randomly announced as he turned in his chair to face me.

I looked at him with an arched eyebrow, I didn't know if it was a lie or the truth. I took another small bite of my pop tart and placed it down on the napkin. "And you know this how?" I questioned.

"Well your aunt isn't really a whisperer when it comes to being quiet. After you sent me off she was standing near the staircase, I had passed her but I wanted to be nosy and found out that she canceled her flight to New York." Edward explained seeming really proud of himself.

I stared at him with interested eyes that soon turned into some curious ones. I licked my lips slightly and narrowed my eyes on him; his face didn't change as I continued to stare to see if he was lying. I sighed deeply and just nodded to him.

"See you need me Bella, more than you'll ever know."

"I don't need you Edward." I said in honesty, I got up from my place and pushed the leftover pop tart to Edward; he smiled at the gesture and grabbed my arm so I was unable to walk away.

"You're going to need me, it probably won't be anytime soon but you will." He sounded like he was promising it. His face was serious but soft, he didn't smile but there was one trying to free its self.

"You keep telling yourself that Edward." I stated and yanked my arm free from his hold. I turned on my heel and headed for the stairs to get to my room. Once I got inside, I closed the door behind me. I planned on relaxing a little more before visiting my dad like I had planned. I placed myself on my bed and reached over to my nightstand and grabbed the book I was previously reading.

Just barely starting to get into it my door opens and closes in a rush, the bed shifts wildly to the left and then it goes calm. I looked to my left and seeing Edward sitting there with a wide smile. "What are you doing here?" I asked annoyed.

"Your aunt has news to tell you and I want to be here to hear it." He explained and grabbed my book out of my hands.

My mouth opened to in attempt to get rid of Edward but my door opened once again this it was calm and slow. My aunt appeared into the room with a smile that I didn't quite understand. I felt nervous and scared as she approached my bed.

"I have great, great news to tell you Bella." She said happily and looked over to Edward for a split second. "Morning dear." She told him softly. Edward simply smiled at her and returned to 'reading' my book.

"What kind of news?" I asked nervously, I wasn't even sure if I wanted to know.

"Do you remember Mr. and Mrs. Newton?" My aunt asked. I shook my head a little and continued to look at her, waiting for the worst. "Of course you don't but anyway, their son was really interested in you, he noticed you at your birthday party. So his mother and I set up a date for you two."

I took in a sharp breath and watched my aunt closely waiting for her to state that she was only kidding, that there wasn't a real date. I also felt Edward tense up completely by the news, it was as if he had stopped breathing as well. My eyes drifted over to him and then back at my aunt.

"Well isn't that just amazing news?" My aunt asked happily. "I just hope you don't ruin it. Your date is tonight." she stated rudely, she gave me a quick glance and then left the room.

All of a sudden being with Edward didn't sound so terrible, at least I knew what to expect from him as for this guy I yet to know the name, was going to be uncomfortable. I swallowed hard at the thought of this date, the date that I had no say in. I looked over to Edward for some comfort even a rude remark but I got nothing.

"Say something." I demanded and put my hand on his arm, gripping onto a little tightly.

"What do you want me to say Bella?" He questioned and looked at me, not minding that I was touching him.

"Anything, say something rude, stupid or something…"

Edward's eyes drifted down to my hand that was on his arm, he grabbed it gently, giving it a small squeeze before letting it go. "You should have said something, well you still can but it being you, you're not." He looked at me and shrugged.

"And have my aunt just dislike me more, no." I said and shook my head; I regained my book and closed it.

Different emotions were running through my body at the moment, I've never gone out on dates so I barely knew what to expect. I didn't know much at all, the first time I really gone out on a date was with Edward, if that day can even be considered a date. I sighed deeply at the uncomfortable nervous feeling that punched at my stomach repeatedly.

I was unsure if I could even control the feeling, it was starting to become unbearable, or it could be me just overreacting. I looked over to Edward, who had his eyes on me already, getting rid of some of the nerves as I continued to stare but only gaining more of the unexplainable feeling that I seemed to love. As I started to get lost in his green eyes, I noticed the smirk.

"You need me." He said clearly and smirked more, he put his hand on top of mine. "You need to rescue from this Newton kid. Just say the three ways and I'll do what I can."

I stared at Edward and closed my eyes not letting myself fall for the charm. I shook my head and climbed off the bed, I placed my book on nightstand. I crossed my arms, my eyes finally making eye contact with Edward's again.

"Now that I think about it, this is date shouldn't be so bad. Who knows this guy could actually be the guy I'm looking for." I taunted, I noticed the tension return to Edward's body. He kept his eyes locked with my own only seeming crueler that way with a quick blink he looked away and rose from the bed.

"Well then, I guess the only thing I can tell you is good fucking luck." He said in a low tone, he pushed passed me and left my room.

I turned to watch him leave, I slowly down on my bed and bit my bottom lip nervously. I placed my hands on my lap and kept my eyes on the door wondering what I have gotten myself into.