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Chapter 2:

- The Present-

I awake to the sound of my telephone ringing loudly. I grab my wristwatch from the coffee table and the mocking hands tell me that it is just after three in the morning. Moaning to myself that I should have left the phone off the hook so I didn't have anyone waking me up on my morning off from work, I get of the couch. My joints are stiff and sore, sleeping on the couch, not my greatest idea yet. I reach for the phone and answer it.
"Hello," My voice thick with sleep. The other line is silent. "Hello?" I ask again into the speaker.
A muffled groan comes from the other line, then the line goes dead and I receive the loud beeping noise telling me that the other person hung up. I shake my head at the person who called and myself. I should have just let the machine take the stupid nonsense I woke up for.
This isn't the first time he has rung me at strange times of the day. Before he used to say things back, and I would be the one to hang up. One night I left the line empty and just listened to his breathing, which then turned into silent sobs and I could tell he was crying. Which, of course then I started to cry and hang up again. I tried not picking up, but I guess he just wants to hear my voice. I would threaten him with a restraining order, but what's the use? I'm leaving in a few weeks. It's time to leave him behind, let him move on with his own life as I move on to find mine. Besides, even if I were staying I still wouldn't do that. He doesn't deserve it.

I place the phone back down on its hook, not realising that I was still holding it and lay back down on the couch. How long has it been? I count back the days from the last night we spent together. Just under a month. If I don't count the first night we met, then we were 'dating'? No, not dating. Seeing each other sounds better. So we were 'seeing each other' for about two months.
I close my eyes attempting to get back to sleep, but sadly all I do is think of him. It was never this hard before. All the others meant nothing, so it was easy just to move on. Not even Jacob meant anything to me, not even back when he and I were together.
"Mother fucker!" I scream out loud and sit up abruptly. If I can't get back to sleep I might as well go finish packing my bookshelf. The already half full box of my favourite paperbacks sits on the floor and I begin sorting through the bookshelf, taking what's necessary. After packing about three books of Jane Austin, I come across my favourite of hers of all time "Little Women". Such a beautiful book, although set a while before I was born, taught me so much. I flick through the first few pages and something slips out.
Picking it up in my hand, I turn the small white napkin over. Le Bernardin, is written on the napkin in calligraphy. Le Bernardin, the French seafood restaurant that he took me to on our first…outing. I must have been reading this book at that time, and used it as a bookmark. I crumple it up in my hand and take a trip to the kitchen to throw it away. The memories from that night don't seem to want to stay locked up, they spring free in my mind and I slide down onto the kitchen floor and allow my emotions to bubble free as well…

-The First Date-

You have got to just love your homosexual best friend, especially when he chooses your whole outfit, does your hair and makeup and makes you look practically "edible". His word, not mine. I take one last check in the tucked away mirror of the driver seat of the car I borrowed off Jasper, and I make sure everything looks good. Oh, must remember to love him for that too.

I park a reasonable walking distance from the fancy restaurant that Edward chooses. He offered to pick me up, but I thought that meeting him there would be far less painful.
As I get out of the car, I take a double check of my outfit. It's short, like extremely short and Jasper said that it shows off my legs and the top cuts down really low, giving me major cleavage. I make a quick reminder to myself not to bend over to pick things up, or bend over the table during dinner. Don't want anything personal to fall out.

Before long I find myself at the entrance to the restaurant. A very nice looking guy in a suit opens the front door of the restaurant for me, I thank him and he leads me to the waiting area.
"Name, please?" The lady at the front counter asks me and I have no idea what to answer her with. Do I say his name? My name?
"Um, I don't know." I say slowly to the lady and she looks at me strangely. "Oh, I mean. I know my name. I'm Bella. But I'm not sure what name my dinner date put his reservation under." I quickly explain the situation and she just smiles.
"Alright, what's your dinner date's name?" She asked me, smiling still.
"Edward. Sorry, I don't know his last name." I answer and her smile fades.
"Edward Cullen." She says quietly, and I almost don't catch what she says.
"Pardon?" I ask and she puts on a fake smile again.
"Mr. Cullen. He's a regular here. And he is actually waiting for you. Follow me." She leads me to a distant table near the back of the restaurant. One person sits at the table, Edward. He smiles brightly when his eyes lock with mine and I can't help the smile that spreads across my own face as he stands up to greet me. His light grey suit jacket, matching dinner pants and black collard shirt makes his sparkling jade green eyes stand out and his messed up hair looks like he just woke up. I don't even notice that the lady from the front counter goes back to her workstation until after Edward gives me a swift kiss on the cheek and pulls my seat out for me.
"Um, thankyou." I say, my words come out soft and mumbled. Edward sits at the chair opposite me and for about five minute we just sit there staring contently at each other, the silence a little unnerving but nice at the same time. Edward laughs lightly before leaning closer to me.
"So, are you going to tell me how old you actually are?" He fake whispers to me as if it's some big secret and I can't help the childish giggle that comes from my lips. I lean in too and whisper back.
"Only if you tell me how old you are first." I give him a wink and sit up straight taking a sip of water from my glass. My strange humorous side that I have seemed to develop since meeting Edward last week makes him laugh.
"Twenty-four." He answers simply, "And I'm guessing you are twenty?" He smiles in triumph, but I quickly wipe the grin off of his face when I tell him my actual age.
"Nineteen? Really?" Edward looks nothing but shocked. I just nod and smile at the way his face looks, his eyebrows arched in amazement and his mouth slightly parted in a soft O.

The waiter comes past our table, handing each of us a menu and Edward a wine list.
"Just the usually bottle of red, thanks Marcus." He hands the wine list back to the waiter.
"No problem, Mr Cullen. We only have the 2006 not the 2004 is that alright, sir?" The waiter explains. Edward nods his head and the waiter is off serving other tables.
Another short moment of silence is shared between the two of us as I look at the exotic menu.
"Bella," Edward's voice makes me raise my head from the dinner menu, "can I recommend something? You don't mind sharing do you?"
"Uh, no not at all. What do you suggest?" I close the menu, thanking God I don't have to choose myself a meal, yet again kicking myself because I have no idea just what this man likes to dine on.
"You're not a vegetarian are you?" He asks me looking down at his menu. I tell him no and he nods then calls our waiter over.
"Ready to order, Mr Cullen." What is with the overrated manners? Not being used to over priced restaurants, five-star service and nice white table cloths I'm a little overwhelmed when Edward speaks to the waiter in French ordering our meal. The waiter leaves after replying in French too.
"So, you can speak French?" I ask Edward and I feel a little stupid because obviously he can if he just spoke to our waiter in French.
"Yes, I can also speech Spanish. Do you speak any languages, Bella?" He asks me and the way he pronounces my name makes it sound beautiful and completely opposing the normal tone that it has when others say it.
"Yes, I speak idiot and girl. Which if you ask me, being fluent in both languages, they are pretty much the same thing." I explain as if I'm being very serious and Edward bursts out in uncontrollable fits of laughter. This is most definitely a face-palm moment and I can't help the hot blush that creeps over my face.
"We have quite a sense of humour don't we?" Edward says after he is able to control his laughter.
"Sorry, I think my friend Jasper may be rubbing off on me." I don't really know the reason why I am apologising, but I guess I can't help it as the nerves which I thought were just little caterpillars in my stomach turn into big fluttering butterflies.
"The tall blonde that you were at the club with last week?" Edward asks as our waiter brings out Edward's selection of wine. I nod and he tastes the wine before the waiter pours each of us a glass, leaving the bottle behind.
"So, tell me Bella, what made you change your mind about coming out with me this evening?" His mesmerising emerald eyes bore into me and I am lost for words for about half a second until a smile creeps across his lips.
"Actually, it was Jasper who changed my mind. Besides, if I didn't accept sooner I am pretty sure you would have wasted a fortune on phone credit." I absent-mindedly play with the rim of my wine glass with my index finger as I speak.
"So you accepted my offering of dinner because you were worried about phone expenses?" Edward asks jokingly.
"Most defiantly." I joke back and am still kicking myself for being such a comedian.
"Tell me Bella, what do you do for a living?" Edward's hand stops mine from playing with my wine glass. I look up from our connected hands to his playful eyes.
"I thought you already knew this Edward. I'm a stand up comedian of course." I play around a bit with Edward, because really who cares what he thinks of me, it's not like I'm interested in anything after tonight. Which I can tell, just by the way that he looks at me he will be offering to take me home with him. And, by the way I like the looks I will most definitely be accepting that offer. Again Edward laughs at my humour.
"Okay, very funny. But what do you really do for a living?" He asks again and I can't help the truth just slip out. I would have lied, but his piercing green eyes just stared into mine and I couldn't resist.
"The fancy word for what I do is a barista. But really I just make coffee." I stare at my glass of wine, but Edward's next question makes me look up.
"Are you studying at college or something?" His tone is slightly confused and his brow furrows as if he is trying to figure something out.
"No, I can't afford college." Sadly the truth, but in reality I wouldn't know what I would do even if I could afford it.
"Why don't you try for a community college or get a loan?" He presses me with questions and I happily answer them, not really caring what he will find out.
"Because really, I know that my brains don't lye in that kind of area. I know I can pass and do well. But really, it's just a piece of paper. And I know that this is coming from a person who makes coffee for a living and comes home smelling like she walked out of a Swedish gentleman's mouth. But, it's not all about brains and smarts. It's about surviving through the hard times, doing what is necessary to make sure you make yourself and the ones you love happy." My words pour out and our eyes are locked on each other and I can't help the sadness that must show on my face.

Just as Edward opens his mouth, our food arrives and I am totally amazed at just how much food he ordered. My mouth hangs open and I can feel Edward watching me.
"So, what are you feeding me, Edward? Hope it's nothing like dog, cat or es cargo?" I can't seem to stop the lame ass jokes coming from my mouth.
"No, no. Sorry, Bella. No snails tonight. Maybe on our next date." Next date? Woah, slow down there gorgeous. I don't think so. I don't actually tell him these things. I'll let him figure this out on his own. Without even realising that I already drank my first, the waiter pours me another glass of wine and Edward too.
I pick up my fork and look at all the overly decorative food that sits before me. Edward picks up a small bowl with something raw looking in it and digs out a bit with his fork.
"Here, try this." He reaches his fork out to me and I lean forward, taking the end of it in my mouth. I pull away and chew slowly. The whole time I allow the salty, yet sweet flavoured food tingle my taste buds, Edward watched my every reaction. After I swallow, Edward smiles.
"Good, bad or indifferent?" He asks and takes a bite of his own.
"None of the above. I don't think I have ever had something like this before. What is it?" I take my own fork and pick a piece out of the dish.
From then on it's a mysterious tasting and guessing and evaluating game that Edward and I play. He puts something strange in my mouth, I taste and swallow and then I give my guess of what it is, and a rating on a scale of ten. Most of the time I give sixes or sevens but one dish I rate a nine point five that makes Edward happy for some strange reason.
Conversation is light and filled with Edward telling me stories about his two friends, Emmet and Rosalie, that I met the other night at the club, and me telling him stories about Jasper. I kept it to my New York life, just to make things easier.

But before long, Edward and I polish off about three bottles of red wine and Edward orders me some amazing concoction which I happily skull down as he tells me about the time he and Emmet played a trick on Rosalie, and switched her shampoo with blue hair dye. Poor girl, I feel sorry for her, but thankfully Edward told me that it was wash out and that he would pay for her bleaching. I enjoy Edward's company and I am pretty sure he is enjoying mine because sooner or later we find ourselves being kicked out of the restaurant because it is after closing time.
Now we both stand on the curb, and Edward holds my hand in a comforting sort of way as we both wait for a cab to show up because really we have both had too much to drink.
"So, Bella did you enjoy yourself tonight?" Edward asks and takes a step closer to me, bringing my hand to his lips he kisses my knuckles softly.
"The truth?" I giggle at myself and pull myself even closer to Edward, putting his hand on my waist.
"Always the truth." He says soberly and I take that as a slight warning. But I don't think I will take that to heart.
"Well, I thought tonight was going to be rather dull and boring. But really I enjoyed myself quite a bit." He smiles at my response and I can't help myself I lean in to have those beautiful lips on mine. His lips are amazingly soft and I can't help but nibble at his bottom one slightly. For some strange reason he pulls away just as I am about to allow his tongue access. I look at his strangely and he just laughs.
"Sorry, Bella. But if we continue to have kisses like that, I don't think I'll be able to control myself from undressing you in the gutter." He says very seriously, lifting his hand to my cheek.
"Oh that's perfectly fine Edward, because you see you wouldn't have to take off anything but this skimpy looking dress my friend picked out for me." I say, my tone dripping with lust, and I give a little giggle. Edward's eyes practically pop out of his head and his brain explodes as he must have realised what I actually meant.
"Taxi!" Edward hails over the nearest yellow vehicle and I soon find myself sitting next to him in the backseat of the cab.

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