Surviving High School

Kiss Me

A/N: How do you feel about a date with Edward? How about two dates with Edward? I'm all for that, and so is Bella. Let the romance commence. Oh yeah, there might be a bit of shopping. Can't forget that. Alice would slap me if I did.  As always, thank you so much for reading and reviewing! 

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I still had no idea where we were going for dinner, but Edward assured me that I'd like it. He pulled into the parking lot of Cafe Garden, parked the car, and came around to open my door for me. I'd never been to Cafe Garden before, but it looked cute and slightly pricey.

Edward held my hand as we entered the restaurant and asked for a table for two. We were shown to a quiet table in the corner and handed our menus. After asking for an iced tea while Edward ordered water, I looked over the menu. Ouch. I was right about its being a bit pricey. Only one thing on the menu was under ten bucks and that was a burger. There was no way I was going to eat a messy burger in this dress. I'd probably spill on it, and then Alice would kill me. I had no idea what to order, so I asked Edward what he was getting.

"Hmmm . . . probably a steak. What about you?"

I gave the menu another look and still had no idea. I needed to find something that I would be able to eat using my left hand. "No idea. Something that doesn't require me to use a knife," I told him.

"How do you feel about seafood?"

"I love it."

"Then you should try the seafood pot pie. It's delicious, you don't need a knife to cut it, and it comes with a salad on the side."

"Sounds good," I told him, hoping like hell that I could eat it without spilling on myself.

After the waiter came back and we placed our orders, Edward began a round of twenty questions. He said he wanted to get to know me better, and I wanted to know more about him as well.

"What's your favorite color?" he asked me, before taking a sip of his water.

"It changes all the time, but I would say that it's green," I said while staring into his mesmerizing green eyes, and then I blushed. "What about you?"

"Brown," he replied. I wrinkled my nose at his answer.

"Brown? Brown is so boring."

"No, it isn't. Brown is warm. Brown is the color of your hair. The color of your eyes, and I really love your eyes," he said, reaching over and sweeping my hair away from my face. I was sure I was red, but I couldn't find it in myself to care. The boy was too sweet.

"Um . . . what's your favorite animal?" I asked, trying to divert the attention away from me.

"Mountain lions. What's your favorite gemstone?"

"Emerald," I blurted out before thinking and blushed yet again.

"Why the blush?" he asked, chin resting on his hand.