SURPRISE! I know, I know. It's Sunday, what is she doing? Well, since you all asked so nicely, I'll tell you. Midnight Cougar recommended Coffee Girl to The Lemonade Stand and we were picked for the Fic of the Week Poll! So as a thank you, and a request that you all go vote for me, I've giving you an extra chapter TODAY. That's right, there will still be TWO updates later this week, the dates to be determined as I do back through the reviews and see what you all picked. (Link is on my Profile page on FFn, Bio page on FP, and the end note of TWCS.)

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Thanks to my team for making it possible to give this to you now; Brie, Kitchmill, Jen, Kelly, and Kim. Love you girls.

Today you get to hear about Joey Lawrence. I know, Whoa! I was a huge Blossom fan so meeting him was awesome. He actually came in with his then girlfriend, now wife, almost every Sunday. He was so sweet and caring and so short. I'm talking like five-six short. They always got Malibu Dream Ice Blendeds.

Chapter Five

I couldn't get over the fact that Edward had asked me out. Nor could I believe I accepted a date for the very same night. I wasn't desperate; I had actually planned on declining, but he said he would be heading out of town on Monday to shoot his next project in Canada, so I gladly accepted. He would be gone for three weeks, and he hadn't wanted to wait that long to see me again.

I may have actually swooned at that, but I can't really remember.

Clothes were strewn about my room as I tried desperately to find the perfect first date outfit. I needed something that didn't reek of coffee or look like I just stepped straight off campus. I wanted cute and flirty without easy or slutty. Raiding my mother's closet for anything other than shoes was out of the question, though she did have pretty good taste for a woman in her forties.

Edward had obviously never seen me in anything other than my work clothes, and I knew I had to have at least one outfit I could wear, but in the midst of my mess I couldn't find one. I decided to head over to the Northridge Mall and see if I could find something there.

After searching high and low for a dress, I found a bright red, chiffon baby doll dress in Forever 21 for the respectable price of twenty-five bucks. I wasn't a multi-millionaire, so the off-the-rack dress was going to have to do. Besides, if an English duchess could pull off ready-to-wear, then so could I. My mother would most likely have a pair of shoes I could borrow. I was glad I hadn't ended up spending all of my tip money in my quest for an outfit.

When I got home, I primped the way any girl would for a first date with a hunky guy: shower, shave, and manicure.

Edward had seen me on two separate occasions with my hair pulled back and off my face, so tonight I opted for loose and luscious waves. There was something to be said for naturally wavy hair, and I appreciated it now more than I did when I was younger and had no idea how to style it. I wasn't one of those girls who obsessed with makeup, but I could rock kissable red lips lip a la Cover Girl. A bit of liquid eyeliner to give me the appearance of fifties pin-up model and I was ready to wow Edward's pants off.

Well, maybe not off. I wasn't putting out on the first date.

I was still getting over the fact that I was in possession of Edward Cullen's phone number. Many girls, women, and grandmas would kill for those digits, but I wasn't sharing. I also couldn't believe he would be picking me up for a date from my parents' house. It almost had prom date disaster written all over it, but Charlie, my dad, was on duty tonight. Edward only had to contend with my cougar of a mother, Renee, and I hadn't told her with whom I was going on a date.

When the doorbell rang, I shouted out, "I got it!" and raced down the hallway, heels clacking on the hardwood floor. The high-pitched squeal alerted me to the fact that Mom didn't heed my warning and answered the door.

"Oh my God! You're Edward Cullen! I just love all your work!" Renee gushed as she stroked her hand down Edward's chest. I was equal parts mortified and disgusted by the display.

"Mother," I hissed. "Could you please remove your grubby and married paws from my date?"

She turned and looked at me in shock. "Why didn't you tell me you had a date with Edward Cullen, Isabella Marie?"

"Don't full name me, Renee. I didn't tell you for the exact reason you just showed!" The woman had no morals and lacked sound judgment about everything.

She looked between the both of us, not once, or even twice, but three times. "Just wait until I tell all the girls on Facebook! They're going to die when they find out"

"No!" I yelled. "You will not be posting anything on Facebook, Twitter, your blog, or anywhere else that might cause us to be followed by the paparazzi. This is my life, Mother, not some fiction novel for you and all your friends to live vicariously through."

"But, Bella!"

"No. If you want anything to do with my life in the future, you will not ignore my request." I knew she could tell I was serious, and I really was. Even if I had to live in a crappy studio apartment, I would write her out of my life.

When I was one hundred percent sure I'd gotten my point across, I turned and greeted Edward.

"Hiya, Eddie," I said with an impish grin.

"Hello, coffee girl." I was smiling Julia Roberts' style after that. I loved that we could banter so easily. "These are for you."

He handed me a bouquet of rust colored sunflowers. "Thank you, but you didn't have to do that."

"Nonsense. My mom would have my ass if I didn't treat you right."

"Yes, Esme would punish you severely." I turned to my mother, who was still standing there, gawking at us. "Would you mind putting these in water for me? Thanks." I looked back to Edward and asked, "You ready?"

"After you, my dear." He did the cheesy hand gesture and bowed. I walked out the door and over to his car.

"A Camry?"

"It's a rental." He opened my door for me and closed it after I was in, and then walked around to the driver's seat. "I'm constantly changing cars in hopes of throwing off the paps. It usually works for about a week, and then I have to change it out again."

We had been driving for almost an hour, along the twisted Laurel Canyon road, and traffic was still pretty hellacious. It was funny to see Edward stammering through small talk; I would have never imagined he would be this nervous.

"You can relax, you know. I'm sure whatever you have planned will be perfect. I may not be a huge fan of surprises, but it'll be fine." His white knuckles from gripping the steering wheel so tightly were getting worrisome.

He sighed and relaxed, just a minuscule bit, but it was something. "Confession time…I haven't been on a first date since high school. Once I hit it big, all the phony and trashy women came out of the woodwork. I got over the fakeness fast and just stayed single. I didn't want to get caught up with a woman who was just going to use me."

I felt so bad for him. I hated that he'd had to endure such bullshit for the last ten years. "Well, don't worry. I don't care what's in your bank account and prefer to keep things low key. Simple, even. There's a reason I'm still a virgin. I want the fairytale, and I want to know the only person I will ever make love to will be my husband."

"You're a virgin?" he asked and appeared almost appalled by the idea.

I huffed. "Is there something wrong with that?"

"Yes! No! I mean not at all. It's actually kind of refreshing to know you won't be trying to get in my pants before the night is over in hopes that I'll impregnate you and then have to support you for the next eighteen years."

I cringed at the thought. "That's happened to you before?"

"Yep. The most recent attempt was two months ago when I had to attend the MTV Music Awards and one of my supposed fans offered to let me fuck her backstage. I couldn't get out of there fast enough after my presenting duties were finished. It's gross and ridiculous how some women act. I'm just glad I was able to leave the show before the crash and burn that was Miley happened."

I couldn't help but cringe for the girl. Some of her song lyrics were quite good, but the train wreck of a path she was on broke my heart. "Yeah, that wasn't pretty. I only watched it for the Macklemore part. His songs are so original, and 'Same Love,' I always cry over how meaningful and heartfelt those words are. But back to what we were talking about, that sucks. I almost feel sorry for you…almost. After all, their stupidity is my gain."

The small smile that broke out on Edward's face was worth spilling my guts. Virginity wasn't something I was embarrassed about. To me, it said I actually cared about myself and my own worth.

"We're here," Edward informed me.

I turned and looked out my window and was shocked by all the ivy and white fairy lights that covered the outside of the building. It was absolutely magical, as if it were right out of a fairytale. Il Cielo was a mystical little secret to me, located in the heart of Beverly Hills. The exposed red brick facade and large French doors made me wish we were actually eating authentic Italian food in rolling hills of Tuscany. I always dreamed of seeing all the sights in Europe, and while I may not have been a history buff, I could appreciate the value of it. The smells permeating the restaurant were making my mouth water. I couldn't wait to dig in to my food, but we had to be seated first.

My eyes were huge as the hostess led us back to a private dining room. "This is too much."

Red rose petals had been scattered around the floor, and dozens of white candles burned throughout the room. The small, round table was covered in a champagne colored satin tablecloth and was placed in front of a white leather bench seat. We would be sitting directly next to each other, and I wondered if I would be able to make it through the meal without kissing his pouty pink lips. As far as first dates went, Edward had knocked this out of the park, and I gave up hope of ever having dry panties around this man again.

The waiter took our orders, and then left us with our champagne.

"What made you choose this place?"

"I wanted something private. I didn't think you would appreciate being stalked by my fans or the paps either." He was right; I would have hated the paps. The fans, not so much, but I could see where he would get that idea.

"Your fans are a part of your success, I wouldn't have minded them."

"That's thoughtful, but they have a tendency to automatically post where they saw me and I end up being hounded by the paps. It's a catch twenty-two."

"Okay. Tell me more about this project you're working on." I was intrigued because I didn't actually follow his career.

Edward proceeded to tell me about the indie project he was working on with Rosalie Hale. She would be playing his wife, and I was kind of upset at the thought of him kissing, let alone pretend fucking, another woman. These were not the kind of images I wanted in my head on our first date, so I said nothing, especially with how animated he became about the project.

He mentioned that once the three weeks of location shooting in Canada were completed, they would then be finishing up here on Universal's back lot. I was actually intrigued by this. I had only ever seen the back lot when Mom and Dad took me on the tram tour. I never actually saw any stars—unless you count the Jaws shark, which I didn't.

"That sounds fun. I hope to one day be able to travel, perhaps after I sell my first song." I was determined to make something of myself—that all my hard work wouldn't be for naught. It wasn't going to end up being a pipe dream.

"The travel is nice, if not exhausting, but I really don't get to see anything other than our locations and my hotel room. When fans know where we are it makes getting out nearly impossible."

"I never thought about it like that."

"Yeah." He quickly followed up with, "What would you say if I asked you to visit me on set once we were back? I'd love for you to see what I do in person."

Oh my God.

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