Why dont you pick the place he texted

Okay theres a small diner down on 42nd street how about there?

Ok see you shortly

I clicked my phone off and sat back bewildered. I had not expected him to text back, let alone hang out! Was this some sort of trick? I had enough money to get something to eat so even if it was i was fine. I could eat there and if he didnt show up then i could just go home.

Cathy's Diner was a local joint. It had delicious turkey sandwiches. I sometime went there from time to time. It was only a few blocks from my house anyway. I put my phone back in my pocket and started walking. It didnt take me long at all.

I walked in and seated myself near the back. The booth squeaked under me as i sat down. I noticed a waitress coming over.

"What wil you be having today? she asked. She was a super slim blonde with perfect manicured hands. I was a little intimidated by her.

"Just a glass of Pepsi, im waiting for a friend before i order."

She nodded her head and left the table. I could tell she had given me a look over. I doubted she believed that someone was coming for me. Or maybe she was just looking forward to quitting time. Maybe i was just being paranoid. I had every reason to be.

I understood that Edward was new. I could see that he didnt have really anyone to hang out with yet. But i never thought that he would actually hang out with me! It wasnt about the project so why would he want to hang out? Did he have a crush on me? No, that was preposterous. A guy like that didnt date girls like me. Even though girls like me daydreamed about it constantly. Our paths in life just never cross. But here, Edward was already crossing with mine.

Was it a weird coincidence that he was my partner in Art? Was it a coincidence that he had wanted to hang out, even though i had spent a good twenty minutes freaking out because he hadnt texted back. Was this just all in my head? Maybe he just needed a breather from whatever he was doing. It could be just something as normal as that. Leave it to me to make a big deal out of things.

The waitress brought my Pepsi. I sipped lightly on it, my eyes trained on the entrance. I didnt know where he lived but it shouldnt take him too long to get here. It had taken me ten minutes just to walk here. He shouldnt be too far behind. Especially with that fancy car of his. I wondered how much that had cost his parents.

I wasnt jealous or anything. I was content with what i had. It just amazed me how some people had it all and some had nothing. Whatever your parents did, determined your life. My parents were just ordinary folk. They hadnt strived to become higher then they were. So i wasnt anything but ordinary. His parents obviously did things right. I wondered on what their house looked like.

We had rich people here in Forks, though not that many. They all lived out in the middle of the woods away from the rest of us. The rest of us smashed ourselves into the town limits. There maybe were some down over at the Reservation but that was mainly the natives that lived over there. Edward's car was the fanciest i had seen in a long time. Forks rained and the weather could be unpredictable. Most chose more weather durable cars for this area. Though one time i did see a convertible.

I heard the tinkle of the bell so i looked up. Edward had just stepped into the shop. My god, he should be illegal. No one had the right to look that good. His hair was gelled up just right. His face set in somber manner. His clothes were clothes in a fashion magazine. I about died right there in my booth. Maybe i was just crazy and he was a figment of my imagination. That would explain a few things. He seen me and headed over. I tried to calm my ever beating heart.

He slid into the booth and finally looked at me properly.

"What happened to your face?" was the first thing he asked. I touched my fingers to my cheek. I could feel swelling. I hadnt even thought of that. Nobody else had said anything but then why would they? They didnt know me. Even my mom hadnt even said anything. But she was used to it by now.

"Its nothing." i muttered.

"Sure looks like something. Did someone attack you?" he asked.

"No, just dont worry about it."

He continued to look at me with those brilliant green eyes. I hoped he would just drop the subject. I really didnt want to talk about my abusive dad to someone like him. He looked at me for a little while and then apparently gave up. He picked up his menu and perused the items. I already knew what i wanted so i waited.

Our waitress came over and almost did a double take. Apparently she had now just noticed Edward herself. I didnt blame her. He was the hottest thing around now a days. She gave him warm smiles the whole time.

"What will you be having today?" she asked mainly to him.

"Ham and cheese with rice. And a glass of water." he said.

She wrote down his order and gave me a glance. "And you?"

"The turkey and bacon." i say.

She wrote mine down, gave Edward a long radiant smile and then walked away. Edward just seemed used to it. I assumed he got that kind of attention everywhere. My shoulders slumped a little in my seat. The waitress probably assumed i was just somebody, not anyone with real connections to him. Well, that was the truth.

"So what have you been up too?" he asked me.

"Oh nothing, just...hanging around."

"Yeah im sorry for the late text back but i had to get out of the house."he says. I knew it.

"Thats okay, i needed time away too."

He looked at me, his eyes a little distant. Was it just me, or was this uncomfortable for both of us. I swirled my ice cubes around in my cup with a straw. I didnt want to keep looking at him in fear he would think i was staring.

"So..." he said slowly. I took that as he wanted me to start a conversation.

"So tell me a little about yourself?"

He laughed a little at my perplexed expression.

"Well, my name is Edward. I just moved to Forks, Washington the rainiest place on Earth." I smiled at that. He continued, "I have a little sister named Alice who is a big part of my life. My parents are good people but sometimes we dont see eye to eye." His voice had deepened at that. I wondered as to what the drama was behind his parents name. It wasnt my place to ask though.

"I grew up in Alaska with my family. Its not as bad as it sounds." He said laughing. I loved that laughter.

"I am a senior and im 18 years old, soon to be 19. I plan on moving away when i graduate. I have my eyes on a medical school. Following in my fathers footsteps i guess. What about you?"

Okay, what should i tell him? I cant tell him anything weird or awkward if i have any hopes at all in being friends.

"My name is Isabella, though i prefer Bella. I have lived here in Forks all my life. All my family live here so we just never left. Im 17, soon to be 18. I have hopes on a writing program up in Tucson."

"Ah, is that why your so enthusiastic over this art project?"

"Of couse, it means alot to me."

He smiled and looked at me. I could feel my breath coming in shallow. He really had a way with messing with my mind.

"Well, i hope that we have a long year of good progress with our project then."

I had no choice but to smile back.

Our food arrived shortly after. I tried to eat like a lady but i was starving. I ate just as fast as he did. And the wonderful thing is, is he didnt make me feel any worse for doing so. When at last the food was consumed and the plates cleared. We headed outside. His car was parked at the curb. I was kinda sad that this was over too soon.

"You wanna take a walk around the block?" he asked. I nodded, thanking the god above.

We slowly walked around the shop. I wondered why he was stalling for time. Was it so bad at home? Or maybe i just didnt know the whole story. He didnt talk bad about his parents so they couldnt be all bad. Maybe they just had a fight or something.

He stopped and turned to me. "Listen Bella, thanks for coming out with me tonight. It means alot." he said. His eyes looking into mine. I was having a hard time breathing.

"No problem, anytime."

We continued walking. Is this what it feels like to be normal? Just having a nice little walk with a hot guy. Maybe there was someone above looking out for me. I was thankful that i had gotten a phone today. Edward remained silent for a little while. I could tell he was thinking.

We walked around the block and ended up back at his car. He turned to me and said, "Well i will see you tomorrow. Have a good night."

And then he hugged me. He actually hugged me. I could do nothing but stand there and blush. He caught my expression and chuckled lightly. At least he didnt think i was a weirdo or something. He waved good bye and got into his car. I watched him as he drove away. I still couldnt bring myself to move.

Edward Cullen had actually touched me. Yeah it was only a quick hug but i'd take what i could get! His body felt hard and lean next to mine. I still had a blush on my cheeks. What in the world had just happened? One minute im sulking because i think he is avoiding me. Next thing were out eating together. Then he's wrapping his arms around me. I felt like i had been hit with a brick.

I didnt do these things. I didnt go out with boys. I certainly didnt hug too many either. Especially not gorgeous ones like that. Was he just a little weird himself? Or maybe i had just been in the right time at the right moment, for once in my life. Maybe i was just lucky today.

I walked home with a happy heart. It didnt matter that my face felt like it had been scratched to hell. Nor that my home would be empty except for my passed out dad. I could actually go to school tomorrow without any difficulties. I actually looked forward to it. I felt like things were finally leaning towards my favor. Like anything could happen.

I laid in bed after returning home. I had a quick shower and now it was time for bed. I laid there, too excited to go to sleep. Was this how a crush feels like? I had never had one before. I couldnt stop thinking about him. I couldnt stop thinking about his laugh and his velvet voice. He was perfect. And he had taken me out tonight. Was it a date? No, that would imply that he was romantically interested.

I needed to go to sleep before i concocted an even wilder story. He had just asked me out as a friendly outing that was all. Still i laid in bed and dreamed of different things. Dreams where Edward was actually mine. Dreams where instead of his arms wrapping around me he had his lips against mine. Oh how i loved that dream. I could lay here and dream of him forever.

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