So, it's been a lil while. I know...More at the bottom.


After 10 minutes or so, I decided that honesty is the best policy.

So I squared my shoulders, walked downstairs and I told my parents...that I was ill.

Yeah, honesty may be the best policy, but it wouldn't get me out of the house and to Bella, would it? Nope.

I'm an expert at faking ill after all these years of purgatory, (or should I say, high school?), so it was pretty easy to convince them I wasn't to be disturbed for the rest of the night due to my resting. The earlier fall just clicked things perfectly into place; I'd have an excuse for a headache.

My mum frowned at me, "Okay, sweetie. But you shout if you need anything, and I mean anything, all right?"

I nodded, smiling 'weakly' as I walked back upstairs.

I waited a few more minutes before I heard the TV turn on and I quickly pulled some clothes and my shoes on before I tip-toed down the steps.

I froze as I heard footsteps coming from the kitchen, but I quickly relaxed when Rose walked towards me.

I lifted my finger to my lips in a 'sh' motion, pleading with my eyes.

She smirked, walking over to me and whispered, "Where are you off to? I thought you were 'resting'?"

"I'm gonna see Bella," I replied quietly, glancing over my shoulder.

She arched an eyebrow, "Oh?"

I nodded once, "Yep."

She smiled, patting my shoulder, "I'll cover for you, bro."

I kissed her cheek, "Cheers. I owe you one."

She grinned, "I'll remind you later."

I quickly slipped out the back door and skipped the fence out onto the main street before taking off down the road. Luckily, our living room was set out so that the TV was facing the back of our property and you couldn't see out the front unless you specifically looked out of the window.

I saw Bella's figure at the small, abandoned park slowly pushing the roundabout back and forth.

She looked up when she heard my footsteps and I smiled at her, "Hey."

"Hey you." She grinned, patting the space next to her, "Take a seat."

I plopped down besie her before I looked her over, "Aren't you cold?"

She looked down at her shorts and t-shirt combo and laughed, "Edward, it's the end of spring. It's not cold."

"It's Forks, Bella." I laughed.

She grinned, "I don't feel the cold. Suppose you could call me weird."

I shook my head, grabbing her hand, "I'd never call you weird."

She smiled, kissing my cheek. "I know you wouldn't, E."

I smiled back, "So, Jazz and Tink?"

She nodded, "Yep. Ali phoned me last night freaking out. It took me 10 minutes to calm her down enough so that I could understand what she was saying, then she freaked out again!"

I laughed, "I can only imagine that. Jasper hasn't told me that he asked her, but he did mention her a few times."

"I suppose guys aren't big talkers about 'dates'," She smirked.

"No, our general conversations don't usually revolve around 'Oh My God! I have a date'." I smirked right back.

She snorted, "Thought not."

I grinned, pushing a lock of her chestnut hair behind her ear, "Did she mention what they were gonna be doing?"

"Apparently he's taking her to a movie and the dinner."

I shook my head, "Very traditional."

"I think it's sweet. Ali is a very traditional girl."

I turned to her, "And what kind of girl are you, Bella?"

She shrugged once before tapping my nose playfully, "You'll have to figure that out for yourself, Mr Cullen." Then, she jumped up and skipped over to the swings.


After a few hours lounging and playing in the park, we walked slowly home; hands intertwined.

At the end of her path, I smiled at her before leaning down to kiss her gently.

She smiled, kissing me back softly before pulling away and wrapping her arms around my waist tightly.

"Edward?" She mumbled into my chest.

"Yeah?" I asked.

She peeked up at me, "Um, Ali sort of asked me something last night.."

I looked at her, tilting my head, "Okay? What did she ask?"

"If we would go on a double-date with her and Jasper.." She whispered, ducking her head.

I snorted, shaking my head. "Damn Pixie."

Her face visibly fell, "It's okay. We don't have to." She pulled away from me.

I touched her cheek, "No, Bella. I think you misunderstood. I do want to go.."

She frowned up at me, "But?"

I smiled, "But, I wanted to be the first person to ask you on a date."

A beautiful smile lit up her face and she stood on her tip-toes to press a soft kiss on my cheek, "You're sweet. And she didn't ask me on a date, so I suppose you still have that opportunity." She smirked.

I blinked once, before I laughed. "Yeah, um.." I licked my lips, "Isabella Swan, would you accompany me on a date with our two best friends?"

She giggled, nodding, "I'd be honoured, Edward Cullen."

I grinned, kissing her once more before finally letting her head inside.

"Text me later!" She called before closing her front door behind her.

I laughed, before jumping over the fence into our back garden. I peeked in the window and once I was satisfied there was nobody there, I silently let myself in. I was halfway up the steps before I heard my mother's quiet chuckle from behind me.

I froze before slowly turning around. I was shocked to see her smirking at me, "Edward Anthony Masen Cullen. Just like your father."

I furrowed my eyebrows at her, silently asking what she meant.

She continued, "Did you know when I first met your father, he was grounded?" I shook my head, "He was so desperate to see me that he snuck out to go to the park with me."

I swallowed, ducking my head.

She grinned, "So, due to the fact that I have been through this situation, I will not punish you."

I sighed in relief. "Thank you."

She shook her head, "Just don't you dare lie again. I was worried sick about you. Did you know that you shouldn't sleep after bumping your head incase you have a concussion? Thank God, you're father is a doctor and calmed me some. Still, I worried. Then I sneak into check on you, and I find nothing but rumpled sheets! I assume you were with Bella?"

I nodded.

"Good. At least you have a good reason." She sighed, "I'm glad you and Bella are together, Edward, you know I am. But please, don't patronise me and pretend you're ill. You should have just asked to go."

"I'm grounded, aren't I? I thought I had no choice, mum."

She smirked, "You seem to forget, baby. I run this house."

"Hey!" I heard my dad protest from the living room.

Mum rolled her eyes, before wiggling her fingers at me. "Now, go and tidy your room. It's like a pig sty." She shook her head before she turned, heading into the living room.

I smirked at her retreating figure before I finished up the stairs and walked into my room.

I'd clean it in a little while.

First, I had a best friend to call.

So, hi. Been a while, but I had prelims (preliminary exams) and I was studying hard for them so I haven't had much time to write. Also, I'm writing a book, and I've been trying to write down all my ideas for that before I forgot them.

I hope you all enjoyed the update, more to come sooner than later - hopefully! I'm on holiday all next week so, fingers crossed.

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