All I'm Asking for is a Sign

AN:

Hey guys! This has been crossing my mind for some time. I tried to get started with the Prologue and sadly ignored Chapter 6 of Fishing for Love. Am currently working on it. Sorry for the delay guys! I'll probably post the next chapter of Fishing for Love, on Sunday.

I hope that you guys will try and read this story. I really think that this has potential.

Here's the Prologue:

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns EVERYTHING!!!!

Prologue

Drip Drop.

Pitter Pat.

Drip Drop.

Pitter Pat.

Hearing the rain drops hit the cab's window. I opened my eyes. And looked up at the rain, and it dripped in my head. And flowed into my brain, and all that I hear as I sit here, is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.

I am currently sitting here in a cab, no sadly, it is a different one.

I feel so confuse and perplex. I don't know how to control the emotions I feel inside. I can't comprehend all the thoughts that swim and cross my mind.

Despite me, dating Tanya, I can't solely focus on her. I honestly believe that Tanya is an extremely great girl, not to mention attractive. She really is appealing, with the strawberry blonde hair and those icy blue eyes. She could pass up as a supermodel for crying out loud. She also is very dedicated and hard working. I mean being an editor of Vogue isn't a piece of cake right? I know that I really really like her, then how come my feelings for her are still unsure.

Well…my mind thought.

She keeps on swimming in my mind. It's as if she is permanently stamped in my head. I simply can't remove those doe-like, expressive eyes and the luscious chocolate waves that flow in her back. Don't get me started with those rich-pink kissable lips that have got me tempted to kiss her the day I met her.

Great. I thought sarcastically.

I could literally feel the guilt racing through my veins right now. I can't betray Tanya like this, well technically I am not doing anything, and I mean I'm simply thinking about her. Right?

Is Tanya the girl for me? Is she the woman who is suppose to be with me when I'm old and grey?

Well, it's a little too early to think about that right? And I'm fairly positive that she could be the one. Then how come she keeps on popping out if I think about my future? How come I keep on thinking about her and not Tanya?

It's as if you could even get her out of your mind. My mind argued.

"Sir, Sir" The cab driver called, doing so, snapping me out of my reverie.

I shook my head to temporarily shake and remove those thoughts that still linger in my mind.

"Sir, we are hear" I driver repeated.

"How much?" I asked.

"Six dollars"

I handed him a ten dollar-bill and muttered a quick "keep the change" then swiftly went out the cab and headed to the nearest shade. I honestly had no idea where I wanted to go. So I dodged the rain and ran. When I looked up I noticed that I was outside Starbucks. My thoughts immediately went back to the day when she was holding a cup of, probably a caramel macchiato? I still remember the scent of strawberries, freesias and a dose of caffeine.

Oh God. I internally groaned. Here I go again.

I am awfully confused. All I'm asking for is a sign.

AN:

Thanks guys for reading this. I am really excited to go on with this story. Please review and tell me your thoughts about it.

Am sorry if the Prologue didn't really give out any information about the characters and well, I hope you are sticking with me :)

Also read my other story Fishing for Love.

I will promise to update soon, after I produce Fishing for Love Chap.6

Please REVIEW!!! Thanks guys. :)

CLUELESS OVER&&OUT.