A/N: Wow! Such great feedback on that last chapter! I'm glad you guys liked the details I put in and Jake as a frolicking puppy lol.

I do not own any of the characters. They all belong to the wonderful Stephenie Meyer. I also do not own any songs or websites mentioned. They belong to their respective owners.

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Chapter 9:Endlessly

BPOV

“I knew it was too soon. I shouldn't have asked. Forget I said anything.” Edward babbled on, as I stood there in shock.

I finally snapped myself out of it when he tried to leave.

“No, Edward. It's great. I want to meet your parents. I was just shocked that you wanted me to.” I said trying to smile and reassure him.

He smiled his crooked grin and picked me up in a hug, twirling me around.

“Great. I'm gonna call my mom in the morning and tell her you're coming. She's going to be so excited.” he said, practically beaming, as if I had just agreed to marry him.

Actually, that thought didn't sound too bad about now, but I was getting ahead of myself.

He kissed me quickly then hurried off to his car. Emmett and Alice came back in and saw my dazed expression.

“What's up with you? Looks like he just asked you to marry him or something.” Alice said smirking at me.

I blushed and shook my head.

“No, he invited me to his parents' house for Thanksgiving and told me to bring my parents.” I said grinning like a madman.
“Oh really? That's awesome! Jasper and Rosalie invited us to Thanksgiving with their parents and the Cullens, too! We're bringing our mom and dad along, also!” Alice squealed.

I smiled. This was going to be an exciting and memorable Thanksgiving with everyone I loved altogether.

Wait, did I just say love? Do I love Edward? I mean it's definitely more than just liking him, but love? That seems so strong of an emotion. Could this really be it? Is he “the one”? I thought to myself, truly trying to contemplate my real feelings for Edward.

I wondered if he thought about this. Did he love me? Maybe I'd tell him soon. Maybe.

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The next few weeks passed quickly with random work shifts, pop quizzes and movie nights. Soon, it was the night before the concert.