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Oh man… was the only thing that was going through my brain as I simply stared at the strange vehicle that was in my driveway.

I knew that Edward was in there, and that he could possibly bring up last night; and how I stupidly fell asleep on him.

And that, was something that I did not want to do. So silently I hoped that it was Shane West, or Hayden Christensen, or even Kevin Jonas stepping out to meet me with that amazing curly brown hair of his…

The door opened.

I felt like one of the boys on Parental Control right before the girl announced who she was going to end up dating; even though every fiber of my being knew that it was Edward Cullen who was going to step out of that door.

Still not wanting to see the truth, I closed my eyes. If he can't see me, then I can't see him.

I heard the door shut, and I squeezed my eyes even tighter together, and that's when I realized something.

I am Bella Swan.

I can handle this; it's just a boy! I can handle one boy… even though this boy isn't really a boy, or a man in fact, but instead a vampire, and inhumanly gorgeous…

So I opened my eyes, and allowed myself to look over to see that he was quickly approaching.

I took a step, and then another, and then another. And then finally, we had reached each other.

"Hello Bella." He smiled, and I struggled on not letting myself have a heart attack.

"Good morning Edward," I said breezily back. I looked up and smiled, "Can I ask you why you're here exactly?"

"Oh you know, just to give you a ride to school." He said, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"So, do you just randomly show up at people's doorsteps offering rides to school?"

"Only the pretty ones." At that, I had to smile.

I continued to smile and walked past him to his car.

- - - - - - - -

"So, what you're saying is that since you miraculously knew where to find me last night, at the very point when I needed saving, and nobody else knows your secret, you want me to tell people that we're dating to make you look normal?"

He nodded his head. "Yes."

And this made my life so, so much simpler. "Alright, so how is this going to work then? If we're going to 'pretend' to date," using my fingers to quote the word pretend, "we need to make it convincing. Any ideas there Sherlock?"

He looked over and smiled. "Well first off, holding hands," And as he said this, he took one of his hands off the steering wheel and placed it in mine. "I can give you rides to and from school."

"What about volleyball practice, that is, if it isn't too late to make the team?" I looked down at our hands intertwined, and knew that I shouldn't let myself get in too deeply, for he was a gorgeous vampire that was going to live forever, and I was only a teenager that was probably going to die of old age; even though my body was going to stop ageing the day that I turned twenty-one.

"I'll give you a ride to that too." He smiled, and I decided that I was just going to have to trust how this was going to work out.

- - - - - - - -

"Oh my GOD! How did you snag Edward so quickly? He's so hot, and he's turned me down, so many times, and then you come, and then you're like what, first week here, he already asked you out? How did you get so lucky? If I were you…" Jessica was blabbering.

And after awhile, blabbering gets extremely annoying; which is why I learned to tune her out.

"Bella come on, listen this is the first time I've been able to talk to you since I saw you walking in, with Edward Cullen holding your hand. How can you not expect me to be excited by this?" She complained. I sighed, about to give in when she spoke again. "So anyway, have you thought about going to the barbeque with us like you said you would?"

Oh crap. I really had not wanted to go to this, but I had promised Jessica that I would think about it. Before I could make any excuse, I felt an arm go around my waist and a chin on the top of my head.

"Actually Jessica, Bella had already promised me that she would go with me to Seattle this weekend. I'm sorry. But hey, there's still the party at Newton's tonight right? We can still see you there." Upon hearing his voice, I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. He had this aroma that…

No Bella, No.

You cannot think that. He obviously doesn't feel the same way towards you that you feel toward him.

He's going to live forever; you're not. How many times will it take you to figure out that this isn't going to work?

"Yeah, we could meet up there. I heard from Lauren, who heard from Angela, who was talking to Ben, who spoke to Tyler, and talked to Mike about how Mike is going to sing! Isn't that fantastic?" She nearly squealed.

"Just peachy."

"Oh I just know, I haven't heard him sing before, but I'm sure it will be amazing."

"Just a delight." Edward said, in mock sincerity.

"Anyway, I'll let you two go have lunch together, so I'll see you later. Bye Edward, by Bella!"

"Bye!" We said, and with that, she turned around and left.

"Shall we go to lunch?" Edward said, unwrapping his arms from my waist and offering me a hand.

And I took it, knowing that I would follow him anywhere.

AN:

Holy Chocolate Starfish Batman.

It's been a very, very long time since I have written.

I hope you enjoyed it.

Anywho, I've noticed some things that really bug me about reading fan fiction.

1. I hate it when people put their whole stories in one or two paragraphs. It makes it really hard to read.

2. I think that it's really dumb when people will post one chapter and say, "I think I'm going to write more, I don't know. I'll only update if I get 25 reviews on this chapter." You should be writing because you like it, and want constructive criticism on it; not just for all the fame and glory of having 100 reviews on some story you wrote.

People will review because they like it. It's ok to say something cute at the end like 'Review' and be done.

So that's it.

Review. :)

Ps; Don't write a review saying how much you may love Shane West, Hayden Christensen or Kevin Jonas. Or how much you hate them. They're nearly walking Gods, everyone knows that.