Runaway Girl {A Twilight Love Story}

Leave me Restless

I stood in the middle of a bank of clothes in my room. I held up a white dress to my body and looked in the mirror. Too virginal, I decided. I tried a pink sweater and black skirt. Not right either. I had no idea what to wear to a date with a man like Edward. I had never had a date like this before. Hell, I'd never really dated before. Men, yeah sure, I had plenty of men in my life. But none came to pick me up for dinner, none tried to wine and dine me. I just let them have it. Even Riley never took me out. It was a series of casual hang outs, which evolved into a relationship—and a short one at that. I had no idea what to do on a date; how to dress, what to say, how to act. I was at a loss. By the time Delia got to the apartment I was in a panic. I let her in and marched to my room, resuming my tornado of dress up. She perched herself on the edge of the bed. I held up a long pink dress and Delia shook her head. I threw the dress down in exasperation.

"Okay then, what do you wear to a date with a gorgeous man?" I asked.

"Who is it you are you going out with again?" she questioned.

"Edward, remember? The man from the club. The one I talked about."

"Oh my goodness, Bella! Congrats! That is fab." Her eyes grew wistful and I snapped my fingers at her.

"Okay great, thanks, now what do I wear?"

Her eyes finally focused on me. "Well, first thing we need to figure out is where are you going?"

"Dinner at that Thai place on 28th," I answered.

"Okay well, that place is kind of nice, so you'll want to wear a dress. You look really good in blue. Do you have any blue dresses?" she asked.

"Um, I think so, let me check..." I paused to peruse the disaster zone of a closet. I pulled out a blue and black dress from the back. "Yeah, but it seems a little dressy."

"On the first date it is better to be overdressed than under dressed. Now wear a pair of fuck me pumps and you'll be set."

"Fuck me pumps? How do you know I own those?" I asked her playfully.

"Give me a break, Bella. You work at a strip club. Every woman needs fuck me pumps. Plus, I was with you when you bought those Christian Louboutin's. Now those are fuck me pumps," she said boastfully.

"Okay, I'll wear them, if you stop calling them fuck me pumps."

"Why? That's what they're called. Besides, you know you'll try to get some from him. Just imagine wrapping your legs around him wearing those shoes," she said, moaning theatrically.

"Okay okay, this conversation is officially over."

"Fine, but if you do him I want details," she pleaded.

"Delia, a lady never kisses and tells."

"Oh Bella, what makes you think you are a lady?" Delia teased.

"Give it a rest, Delia!"

"Bring a condom," she called out as she went to help Ryland get ready to go.

I was happy that she agreed to take him for the night. It would be the first whole night he would be away without me. I stood with my hands on my hips as I surveyed the dress hanging from the door. It was fitted with a blue bodice and a pencil thin black skirt. It dipped low in the front. I found my black La Perla set that I wore on special occasion to boost my confidence. I would need it tonight. Delia had a point about Edward. I did want him. If he wanted I probably would go to bed with him just to have the experience. I pulled the dress on and was holding my black pumps when there was a knock on the door. Delia held Ryland's overnight bag over her shoulder as she assessed my outfit.