The Twilight Saga Collection part 1(105)
“It was so much fun!” Jessica gushed. Needing no more invitation than that, she launched into a minute-by-minute account of the previous night. I mmm’d and ahh’d at the right places, but it wasn’t easy to concentrate. Jessica, Mike, the dance, the school — they all seemed strangely irrelevant at the moment. My eyes kept flashing to the window, trying to judge the degree of light behind the heavy clouds.
“Did you hear what I said, Bella?” Jess asked, irritated.
“I’m sorry, what?”
“I said, Mike kissed me! Can you believe it?”
“That’s wonderful, Jess,” I said.
“So what did you do yesterday?” Jessica challenged, still sounding bothered by my lack of attention. Or maybe she was upset because I hadn’t asked for details.
“Nothing, really. I just hung around outside to enjoy the sun.”
I heard Charlie’s car in the garage.
“Did you ever hear anything more from Edward Cullen?”
The front door slammed and I could hear Charlie banging around under the stairs, putting his tackle away.
“Um.” I hesitated, not sure what my story was anymore.
“Hi there, kiddo!” Charlie called as he walked into the kitchen. I waved at him.
Jess heard his voice. “Oh, your dad’s there. Never mind — we’ll talk tomorrow. See you in Trig.”
“See ya, Jess.” I hung up the phone.
“Hey, Dad,” I said. He was scrubbing his hands in the sink. “Where’s the fish?”
“I put it out in the freezer.”
“I’ll go grab a few pieces before they freeze — Billy dropped off some of Harry Clearwater’s fish fry this afternoon.” I worked to sound enthusiastic.
“He did?” Charlie’s eyes lit up. “That’s my favorite.”
Charlie cleaned up while I got dinner ready. It didn’t take long till we were sitting at the table, eating in silence. Charlie was enjoying his food. I was wondering desperately how to fulfill my assignment, struggling to think of a way to broach the subject.
“What did you do with yourself today?” he asked, snapping me out of my reverie.
“Well, this afternoon I just hung out around the house. . . .” Only the very recent part of this afternoon, actually. I tried to keep my voice upbeat, but my stomach was hollow. “And this morning I was over at the Cullens’.”
Charlie dropped his fork.
“Dr. Cullen’s place?” he asked in astonishment.
I pretended not to notice his reaction. “Yeah.”
“What were you doing there?” He hadn’t picked his fork back up.
“Well, I sort of have a date with Edward Cullen tonight, and he wanted to introduce me to his parents . . . Dad?”
It appeared that Charlie was having an aneurysm.
“Dad, are you all right?”
“You are going out with Edward Cullen?” he thundered.
Uh-oh. “I thought you liked the Cullens.”
“He’s too old for you,” he ranted.
“We’re both juniors,” I corrected, though he was more right than he dreamed.
“Wait . . .” He paused. “Which one is Edwin?”
“Edward is the youngest, the one with the reddish brown hair.” The beautiful one, the godlike one . . .
“Oh, well, that’s” — he struggled — “better, I guess. I don’t like the look of that big one. I’m sure he’s a nice boy and all, but he looks too . . . mature for you. Is this Edwin your boyfriend?”
“It’s Edward, Dad.”
“Is he?”
“Sort of, I guess.”
“You said last night that you weren’t interested in any of the boys in town.” But he picked up his fork again, so I could see the worst was over.
“Well, Edward doesn’t live in town, Dad.”
He gave me a disparaging look as he chewed.
“And, anyways,” I continued, “it’s kind of at an early stage, you know. Don’t embarrass me with all the boyfriend talk, okay?”
“When is he coming over?”
“He’ll be here in a few minutes.”
“Where is he taking you?”
I groaned loudly. “I hope you’re getting the Spanish Inquisition out of your system now. We’re going to play baseball with his family.”
His face puckered, and then he finally chuckled. “You’re playing baseball?”
“Well, I’ll probably watch most of the time.”
“You must really like this guy,” he observed suspiciously.
I sighed and rolled my eyes for his benefit.
I heard the roar of an engine pull up in front of the house. I jumped up and started cleaning my dishes.