First Things First:
I have not written any short stories of any kind for about 2 years, so please bear with me, as I get all the rusty spots cleaned up. I don't own any of these characters, just the dirty mind that makes them ! You nervous??? Me too! *big stretch* Here goes! Hang on tight!
"Yeah man, I'm supposed to be home sometime around three. … Sure, I swear Edward; I will meet her as soon as I get home! … Yes, I have already heard you say that man, I know! … Ok, see you in a few hours … Bye"
I'm happy for him. I really am. In fact, I've never been happier for my best friend of 15 years. Edward met someone. When I say met someone, I mean, THE SOMEONE. He talks about this chick Bella all the time. I feel like I have known her for months now, and I haven't even met her. She is a knockout from what I hear, smart as hell too. Edward talks about her so much; he repeats most of the stuff at least twice before I tell him I've already heard it. He bought her a damn diamond. He wants me to meet her before he gives it to her; like I'm going to be able to stop him if I don't like her or something.
"Attention Passengers, please prepare for landing. Welcome to Atlanta"
I take a deep breath, and stretch. My flight was long and I am ready to get the hell off the plane. Atlanta, just two more hours to drive and I would be home. Thank God. I hope I never have to fly again. My plane starts to make its descent, and the people around me begin to move about, gathering their things, ready to get off.
"Sir, can I take that?" asked the attendant, eyeing my glass.
"Sure, here ya go." I replied, looking at the glass. I looked up at her, and had to do a double-take. Damn, she was beautiful. My mouth dropped, Say something you idiot!!! But I couldn't say a word. I was stunned. Her eyes were honey, with little flecks of gold. Her hair was so dark, it was almost black.
"Um, can you let go of it sir?" the angel asked, with a little frown. I looked down, and I was gripping the glass so hard, I thought it may break. Idiot! Close your mouth dumbass! I released the glass, a bit too soon and it hit the floor before she could catch it. I groaned. She leaned down to pick it up at the same time I did, and we smacked heads. Shit… you are a loser…
"Oh, Oww." She gasped. She looked at me again, seemingly waiting for my apology. I sat there, dumbfounded. She snatched up the glass from the floor before I could say anything, or even close my mouth, and turned to walk back to her station. What the hell is wrong with you??? Apologize! My brain was screaming at me to say something to her, but all I could do was watch her walk back. Jesus, she was as beautiful from the back as she was from the front. She had a little sway to her hips, which made it hard for me to think. She turned around, as if she knew I was watching her, and looked me right in the eye. Again, I looked like an idiot. I just stared at her… What the hell is wrong with me???