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Getting dressed was going to be a bit of a challenge. I mean, what did one wear on a first date? Okay, that was kind of a stupid question. But for me it was a valid one. I'd never been on a date beofre. It didn't seem too hard, though. You went someplace with a guy, talked, laughed, and possibly kissed. Ooh, I hoped Edward would kiss me. It seemed kind of whorish that I had experience kissing, but not dating. What can I say? I used to meet a guy behind the main cabin everyday at martial arts camp the summer I was thirteen, and we would kiss. Then I started meeting other guys to kiss, at different times and locations. For me, it was simply fun to do it. When you had such an overprotective father, you had to rebel sometimes.
I looked through my closet, searching for the perfect outfit. I was down to two combinations: a lacy purple top with my leather skirt and leather jacket, or a leather halter top with a skirt of cream lace. I decided that the latter was a little more romantic and could wait until my relationship with Edward progressed to a more intimate level. I put on the leather skirt, and then realized that here in Washington it would be too cold to just wear the skirt, which went to the middle of my thigh. So I grabbed some fishnet tights to put under the skirt. After putting on the purple top I'd selected, I zipped on my knee high stiletto boots. I worked on making my hair look all messy and sexy.
Too soon, the doorbell rang. I ran down the stairs, figuring it was my dad. I mean, he had to come home before Edward got here, or I was in trouble.
I opened the door, only to find Edward standing in the doorway.
"Shit," I muttered.
"Is something wrong?" he asked, perplexed.
"You're here before my dad. That's a problem. If he comes home and you're here, he'll be pissed. If I just go with you before he can get home and write him a note, he'll be pissed. I can't call him; he doesn't have a phone."
"Is there a phone at his job? Hey, isn't your dad the town sheriff? Just call 911," he joked.
"There is a phone at the station. The number's on the fridge. Thanks, Edward!"
I grabbed my phone and dialed the number.
"May I please speak to Chief Norris?"
"His daughter, Bella."
"Sorry, Bella, your dad left for the night."
I began to panic. Shit! This was urgent. My mind was somehow able to come up with dozens of ways to go about this in order to protect my dad's identity. I could show him the basement. Then, when my dad got home, I'd tell Edward to stay in the basement and warn my father that I had a guest. It was a good plan. But first...
"Are you sure there's no way to get in touch with him? I need to tell him something..."
"Sorry, but there's no way. Why, is something wrong? Are you in trouble?" The guy who I'd been talking to sounded concerned.
"No, no, I'm fine."
"Well, he should be getting home soon. He had to stay a little longer than usual tonight."
"Okay, thank you. Good night," I told the guy before hanging up. I blew out a gust of air.
"Bella," Edward said, coming into the kitchen. "What's the problem?"
"The problem is that my dad doesn't know you're here!"
"Who doesn't know who's here?" A new voice asked. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. Please let him have his disguise on, please let him have his disguise on.
My father walked into the kitchen, without his disguise on.
My first reaction was just to stand there shocked, but I decided that maybe there was a chance that Edward wouldn't see him if I jumped towards my dad and try to hide him. Ha-ha, yeah right. I ran towards my dad and pull my arms out trying to cover him with my eyes closed.
Don't be pissed, don't be pissed…
I opened my right eye slowly to gauge my father's reaction to what just happened. Damn…he was pissed. His eyebrows were pushed down and his eyes making him more pissed looking. Please don't roundhouse kick me.
"Bella? Your dad is Chuck Norris?"
"Um... yeah. He is."
"Whoa! That's incredibly awesome! Mr. Norris, I..."
My dad cut him off. "Bella. Who the hell is this? And why is he here? And WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME YOU'D BE HAVING SOMEONE OVER?" he boomed.
"Dad. I tried calling you. You can check the call records at the station. The guy told me you were gone already. And you're the one who didn't call me to let me know you'd be working later than usual. Edward just got here. You were supposed to be here before that."
"You." My dad addressed Edward. "Who are you, and why are you here? Are youy daughter's boyfriend? You here to take her on a date?"
"Um. Yes sir. I mean, yes, I'm here to take her on a date, but no, I'm not her, uh, boyfriend."
I felt bad for Edward. Chuck Norris was now giving him the evil eye and he only just wanted to take me out on a date. Edward looked happy and scared as my dad stared him down.
Wait. Happy? Why would he be happy?
"Dad," I put my hands put in front of chest. "This is Edward, he came to take me out on a date. I was going to call you but I couldn't reach you." I told him all of this slowly so he would understand.
"Bella, come here. I want to talk to you…privately."
I frowned and looked at Edward, "This will take just a…minute." I walked over to my father as fast as I could. He led me into the kitchen so he could yell at me.
This is going to be a long ass night.
"ARE YOU STUPID?" That is the first phrase he uses when yelling at me. Of course, I just nodded so he wouldn't roundhouse kick me out of the house along with Edward. Poor Edward. "How could you bring a boy over to this house without asking for my permission or even warning me?"
Damn, he was right. I opened my mouth to speak but I heard someone coming into the room. Edward, go back!
"Um," Edward cleared his throat and my father and I looked at him as if he were retarded. "I don't mean to interrupt it's just that... Mr. Norris, I am a HUGE fan of yours!"
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