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Chapter 1
B POV
We had been going out since May and it was now September. I don't know why I didn't just end this now and be done with it. It sure would be a weight off my mind. This guy that I was with was just a big baby. He needed constant care at every moment. I just wasn't up to playing the role of babysitter forever.
I needed to buck up and get this guy off my hand for good. Why didn't I just leave him?
I knew why. It was that even through the worst of times he was still a great guy. He was still a little kid it seemed and he just needed to grow up. I wasn't the right girl for him anyway; he needed someone who could handle him.
Another thing was that I just couldn't get into deep conversation with him. He had no opinion whatsoever in literature, music, or art. All he seemed interested in was sports and cars, two things which I knew nothing about.
I had a sorry excuse for a car, an old red truck which resembled a flying brick. My car was perfect for me, I didn't need anything flashy. I was taken to endless car shows, forced to listen to my annoying boyfriend suggest which one I should have. He really didn't like my truck. He took one look at it and vowed that he'd never set foot in it as long as he (or the truck) lived.
Sports were another thing. Sure, I sat with Charlie when he was watching sports. I did usually with a book in my hand, me staring intently down at the page. A few times I tried to understand sports, but after awhile I could care less. Sports were boring! I can't watch them let alone play them. I would rather read Wuthering Heights for the twelfth time than watch sports.
Now it wasn't Charlie who would flip on the sports channel. It was my childish boyfriend. Not only would he make me watch them, he would explain the endless rules to me over and over till I was repeating them in my sleep, (which I had to say did happen some times). He would also take me to the games and tell me about the rank of each player. I just sat at the game and snuck a book to read.
I tried and tried with him. I would take him to museums, to concerts, art shows, anything to get something intellectual out of him. I took him to the library once and after a few minutes he was begging me to leave. He was hopeless.
It's not that he isn't smart, the smartness just never shows. I've tried to coax it out of him, but still he remains a seven year old.
Yet, he was likeable, but not in an intimate sort of way. More like a big brother, but not as someone I'd like to be with for the rest of my life. He was likeable, but just not in the way I had intended.
We were in the car, just coming back from a baseball game that my boyfriend took me to. For once I didn't read a book. I had brought one, but instead I just sat and tried to understand the rules and tried to pay attention when I was told information about the players. The reason being, that I really wanted to understand him. I knew I wasn't his type. I knew that I should move on and that I really desperately wanted to. But I couldn't stand the thought of leaving his childish heart broken. He was a good person and after the break-up—that I hope would come soon—I hope that we could still be friends.
What I needed was a good, smart, intelligent man in my life…
R POV
We had made love for the fourth time that week and I was hoping for a fifth. My boyfriend was nice and sexy, but needed to raise his stamina to keep up with me. I could tell that our exhausting activity was really taking a toll on my man. He had woken up today with circles under his eyes and a far off look in his expression. His movements were slow today and he took so long in the shower that morning that I was close to getting in with him. I knew that that wouldn't help though; he was probably just trying to relax his muscles since they probably ached from the last few days. Sigh. I really needed a man who could keep up with me, he just wasn't doing it.
Didn't he understand how lucky he was to have me for his girlfriend? I was a waitress at the local bar, Sleepless in Seattle, and every night I watched men as they looked me up and down. Ya, he must know how lucky he is.
I met him at the bar. It looked like he had been dragged there by his friend. The friend, Carlisle was his name, had come over to me and told me that his friend was troubled. I first thought he was ordering something and was pissed that he had come over instead of waiting for me to come to the table, but then he said that he was here do discuss his friend. He pointed to the table ha was at. He seemed helpless, but when I thought about it he was cute, I could have some fun with him. I cut Carlisle off, he was babbling nonstop, and told him what he wanted to hear. I came over to take their order and at the end of the night I persuaded Jasper to take me home with him.
We've been together for a month and just haven't connected, which is a real shame since he's so cute. He's quiet and keeps to himself most of the time. One good thing is that he never stops trying to impress me. The other day he cooked a nice meal which resulted in us making love for the last few days.
There was a problem though, he just didn't seem as into me as other guys did. Men would kill to have me, but it seems like he thinks I'm just any other girl. How could he think that? It's an insult. I'm seriously thinking of ending this, I've had my fun.
Honestly though he's boring. He doesn't notice me as other do. He's not like the other men who become attracted to me at first glance. This one needed a reason. . No. Guys were supposed to that to me. This was one strange guy. Was he even worth my time?
A POV
I was bouncing with excitement. I had taken my boyfriend to Sleepless in Seattle, a nice little bar,
My boyfriend was okay. He didn't really seem like the person for me, but when I find that special someone I'll move on. I'll admit I'll me a little sad to see my boyfriend go, but surely we can stay friends.
He was really just that, a friend, just on a little more intimate level. We had met at a museum. I wasn't that much into art; I just liked how pretty it was. My friend, Esme, had taken me there. We were looking at the art in the Renaissance period when I saw him. He was beautiful. I walked over to flirt a little—Esme watching me and smiling I'm sure. He surprised me by how much he knew about art and culture. I knew a little, but only of my favorites; it was hard to keep up with him.
We have been together for almost three months, and he continues to amaze me. I don't know when I'll stop this relationship, but if not in a few weeks then it won't be too bad. I've always wanted that special someone though. I can't wait until I meet him!
C POV
I had taken Jasper out to a bar to show him a good time. He had recently just broken up with a woman who was as shallow as a puddle. This wasn't a good girl for Jasper. He needed someone who would love him for who he is. He needed someone who he wouldn't be afraid to show his feelings to.
Now that I think about it, taking him to a bar to find a nice girl for him didn't seem like a very good idea.
"Carlisle, why did you take me here?"
I could tell he was miserable. "Jasper, I just wanted you to, um, meet some girls," that didn't come out right.
"Here, at a bar? Have you gone mad? Is this where you meet your girls?"
"Um, well, that's not what I meant. And, no, this is not where I meet girls." He still gave me a confused look. "Okay, well, I just want you to loosen up a little bit. Have fun for one night. Okay?"
"Fine, but if any girl tries to convince me to take them home with me you will be paying for the drinks."
"Alright, just have fun tonight." I scanned the area, thinking I would set him up with a girl for the night. I found one by the bar and made my way over to her.
"Hi." It was strange for me to be talking to a girl like this, but I had to try.
"Yes? Was there something you wanted?"
She gave me an annoyed sort of look. I looked down and noticed that she was a waiter here; she must have thought I didn't approve of the service and came to order instead of wait. I apologized, "Sorry. My name is Carlisle, I'm sorry if I offended you." She gave me a disapproving look. I went on, "I was wondering I you could help my friend over there," I pointed to our table, "He just got out of a bad relationship and…."
I realized that I had started babbling. She cut me off with a wave of her hand and said, "Say no more. I'll make sure your friend has fun tonight."
"Sure and thanks." I said. I walked away, proud of myself. I told Jasper what was coming to him just as she came up to take our order. Jasper ended up going home with the waiter. I was glad I had taken my car or I would have been stranded.
Jasper has thanked me for that night, but I think his thanks was just for buying the drinks. He seems happier than he was before; Rosalie has brought him back up from his depths of loneliness. I can tell that Rosalie isn't Jasper's type. I was thinking this would be a short-term thing anyway. Jasper has perked up a bit, Rosalie has served her purpose.
Jasper had always told me that we had to find the right girl in life, the one who would complete us. I didn't have much luck with finding a nice smart girl. All the girls who talked to me were brainless chicks with no personalities. They're pretty, sure, but there was no personality to them. The nurses at the hospital were the same way. I wonder if what Jasper says can ever happen. Right now the chance for both of us to find the right girls seems hopeless.
So, tell me what you think, good or bad.