We were in Port Angeles before I knew it, Edward and his extremely fast driving. After five minutes we were infront of the restaurant that Edward first took me to, a year and a half ago. He opened my car door for me and I stepped out, taking his outstretched hand. Suddenly, I was ravenous.
Edward chuckled, hearing my stomach rumble again, and led me to the doorway. "Table for two." He said, smiling lightly at the waitress before wrapping his arm around my waist. The waitress frowned for a second and then nodded, leading us to a booth in the back, where there was hardly anyone dining.
"What can I get you two to drink?" She asked, looking at Edward for a long time before glancing at me in what I could only think of as disgust.
"Just a Coke, please." Edward said without looking at her.
"Nothing for you, hon?" She asked, smiling.
"Oh, I'm fine, thank you." He assured her. The waitress sighed and then walked away. She was back a moment later with my Coke and placed it infront of me. As she walked away, she fumbled and grabbed Edward's shoulder for support.
"Are you alright?" He asked calmly. The waitress nodded and then smiled before squeezing his arm and slowly walking away. Edward sighed as he sat down.
"Someone has a fan." I said, rolling my eyes, trying to mask the jealousy in my tone.
Edward shrugged, "You know I only have eyes for you, Bella." He said, taking my hand in his. He looked into my eyes before playing with my fingers and my ring.
"So why didn't you go hunting with everyone else?" I asked him quietly, loving the way he caressed my hand and twirled the ring around my finger.
"Oh, I wanted to be with you." He answered calmly, flashing me a grin before looking down at my hand again. "Oh, and Alice told Charlie that you'd be sleeping over."
"What? Charlie would never agree with me sleeping over there with you!" I said, my eyes wide. Edward just laughed.
"He thinks I've gone with the rest of them, and Alice is staying behind." He said patiently.
"Oh." I said, frowning.
"What? You don't want to stay with me?" He asked, mock hurt.
I shook my head and smiled, "You know I do, Edward."
He nodded, smiling that cocked grin I love so much and then said, "So, what are you having to eat?"
"I don't want to eat, Edward. It'll only make it harder when I don't need to eat another meal again." I said, thinking about when he changed me into a vampire like himself.
"Bella, don't be daft. It won't make it any harder for you, don't worry." He said, rolling his eyes. "Besides, who knows when your last meal will be? It could be months from now. Years, even…"
"Edward!" I cried, horrified at the thought. "I'm going to be nineteen soon! I don't want to get any older!" I said, my eyes watering. "I'm already eighteen, and you never will be." I said so quietly.
"A year or two doesn't matter to me, love. Look at Carlisle and Esme. She's five years older than him but he doesn't mind. That's not what matters to them." Edward said, leaning across the table to wipe my tears away.
"Have you decided what I can get you to eat, hon?" The waitress asked, a little hesitation in her voice. I noticed another button of her shirt was undone and I shook my head fiercely, almost growling.
Edward chuckled at that and I crossed my arms. "Perhaps just a plate of pasta with," He looked at me, "Bolognese sauce."
The waitress nodded, "And for you? I'm sure I have something that will please you. Whatever you want," She added, her voice just above a whisper. She leaned down to be level with Edward. My jaw dropped and I hastily snapped it shut. Edward just looked at the waitress in the eyes and said, smiling, "I'm sure you do, but I'm not hungry."
The waitress stood up and nodded without a smile.
"Bella." Edward called softly. I ignored him childishly. "You can't honestly be mad at me."
I glared at him, my arms still crossed protectively infront of my chest. "I suppose it's not your fault." I said quietly, "You can't help but be perfect and good looking." I mumbled.
I watched the corners of his mouth twitch upwards, forcing back a smile.
"And I don't need to be able to read minds like you, Edward, to know what she was thinking." I said, biting my lip, not caring if it caused me pain. "She thinks you're gorgeous, and I'm just some girl. Not even pretty. She doesn't see what you see in me, and quite frankly, neither do I." I whispered.
Edward held out his hands across the table, and I slowly put mine in his. "Bella, it doesn't matter what she thinks, it's not about her." He said as his cold hands enclosed mine. "And she's wrong. You are gorgeous. You're the only one for me."
"Coming from anyone else, that would sound amazingly corny," I said, grinning, "but from you, it sounds perfect."
"Well, I hope you won't hear it from anyone else," He said, "But now I know I shouldn't worry about it, if it sounds corny."
"Only coming from someone else," I reminded him. The waitress arrived and then pulled at face as she saw my hands in his. I tried to pull them away but his grip on my hands was strong. She put the plate of food to my side and rushed away.
"I will have to use my hands to eat sometime, Edward." I laughed, finally breaking free. After five minutes of silence because Edward let me eat and knew I was starving, I asked, "Did you send Jacob a wedding invitation?"