Excerpt . . .“You ate dinner with Edward?”
“Well, yeah. I actually cooked with his mom. He was out
running with his dad, so she was like, ‘wanna help?’, and I was like, ‘um, okay’.
I thought it would be weird, but it wasn’t.”
“It wasn’t weird eating dinner with Edward and his family?”
“No, it was fun. We played the Wii afterward. Did you know
Edward’s favorite game is Just Dance? Oh my gosh, you should, you—oh, I can’t
breath—” I go into hysterics, laughing at the memories of Edward twirling
around in his living room. “You should – ho, gosh – see him dancing to Dynamite. He looks like he’s throwing a
fit.”
“Well, well, well . . . I wondered, but now, now I know.”
“You know what?”
“You’re totally falling for him.”
“What? I am not; we’re friends. I know he likes me, but
it’s—I mean, I’m not—it’s not like—”
“Not—hmn—what—you can’t even form a sentence, you’re so
infatuated.” Alice
“I am not. He’s fun. We have a good time together.”
“How good a time?”
“Alice
Esme has a good sense of humor . . .
Cullens' dining room . . .
At the park with Mike . . .
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