So. SOME people are pushy, no names needed *cough*LadyEmJazz*cough* and wanted me to post the next chapter like, 2 days ago. I WAS going to wait for a few more days but.. I guess I'm feeling generous. DON'T EXPECT ANY MORE FAVORS, YOU. *shakes fist*
I still don't own Twilight, or the song used in the title. Not for lack of trying. I could use some extra cash.
I awoke in the morning the same way I always do: feeling like shit. I stretched out my arms and let out a huge yawn while glancing at my alarm clock. Fuck, 8am on a Saturday? Seriously? I rubbed my eyes, wondering why the fuck… Oh. My internal body clock was excited for the big date today. I shook my head. Stupid asshole. It's not even a date. It's just two guys going for a coffee. That's not a date, is it? But I couldn't help but smile to myself as I wandered sleepily over to the washroom to brush my teeth. Now it was just a matter of finding something to do in the next few hours before Emmett called. If he even would. I was still afraid he might have just been playing me like a fiddle. He'd probably be out doing something cool, having forgotten entirely about me while I'm sitting around at home waiting beside the telephone like a loser.
And then my phone rang at approximately 8:39am. Not that I was sitting around at home waiting beside the telephone like a loser. "Hey," I said, as nonchalantly as I possibly could while squealing like a little girl on the inside. I hear that all-too-familiar-for-having-just-met-the-fucker voice apologize profusely for calling so early, and how he hopes he didn't wake me up. I had no choice but to smile, while absentmindedly picking some lint off my sweater, and tell him he didn't. I lied, and said I just woke up like, minutes before he called so as to not sound like a loser who wakes up at 8am on a Saturday, but he apologized again anyway. I knew I was going to fall hard for this guy. It crossed my mind that this was dangerous territory to be getting into, and that I was probably just going to get hurt, but in this moment I didn't give two shits. We agreed to meet at the local diner snuggled in the heart of town, where oddly enough, he suggested because it's less populated than some of the others in town. I wondered briefly why on earth he would suggest it but figured I would find out soon enough.
I basically skipped the whole way through the house while I was getting ready. Not that I was obnoxiously blaring something embarrassing, like the Jonas Brothers, or anything. And not that I really needed to get ready. I am a guy, after all. No twenty pounds of makeup needed here. But I must admit I probably spent more time than I should have picking out the right shirt, jeans, making sure my hair was just right… It was times like this I was glad my parents worked weekends. I definitely didn't need them to witness this.
I did eventually stop nitpicking about my appearance and left for the diner. I tried to calm myself down instead of psyching myself out but it didn't work. I was ecstatic as fuck. When I finally walked through those chiming doors, though, it bolted through the roof. He was just so gorgeous. And he was waiting for me. ME. I thought that if I prayed just this one time, please don't let this be too good to be true, that maybe it would work. I hoped with all I had that it wasn't. He waved me over, using that huge dimpled grin that always bowled me over with how amazing it was. I took my seat, and ordered a coffee. I just ordered a double double, instead of my regular triple triple, because I figured I didn't need the excess of sugar today. I was already on a much better, more fulfilling high. Who needed sugar when I had this guy sitting across from me? I was smitten.
We talked about all sorts of things: what classes we both had, what our favourite music was (I may have omitted the Jonas Brothers for fear of sounding like a douche), what we liked to do in our spare time, all sorts of things. All in all, I think we both had a good time. He agreed to meet up like this again some time. I was internally jumping for joy. I was a bit miffed that I didn't find out exactly what his intentions were, but at this point I didn't even care anymore. There would be more getting to know each other to be done later. At least, I hoped so. It vas the very least I could do.
The next day, Jacob came over. I swooned about Emmett to him, and he laughed at me. He told me I was twitterpated. I didn't disagree. We went downtown and smoked a joint on the steps of city hall. I didn't smoke half as much this time. He teased me up and down for it, calling me out on the fact I didn't want to look like a giggling douchebag this time. I didn't disagree with that either. We were making fun of each other and laughing our asses off when I saw a familiar shape out of the corner of my eye. It was Emmett. I introduced him to Jacob, and vice versa. Jacob made up some pathetic excuse about how he had to go pick up his sister or something. I knew he did it just so he could leave us two alone. I'd have to thank him for it later. I hoped Emmett didn't notice, but if he did, he didn't mention it. He just said, "Shall we?" and motioned toward the diner. Again, we were alone in the diner. But this time something seemed different; off. He was fidgeting. And I was getting worried. I was about to sink into my seat, and will myself to disappear into some as-yet-unknown black hole, but he spoke.
"Look… I know you like me." I began to sink. Here comes the famous 'I'm not like that' speech. A million years could have passed by in the silence. "And I like you too." I looked up at him from under my eyelashes. What? Did he really just say that?
He looked at me pointedly. "I know about you. It's hard not to know. Everyone knows everyone's business around here. It's disgusting." I nodded, without even knowing I was doing so. "That's why I choose to come here with you." I think he noticed I started to sink back down again because he added, "I'm not ashamed to be seen with you… I just wanted some privacy." I couldn't tell if I was happy or not. I began chewing my lip out of nervousness, but stopped shortly thereafter. I decided it best I stopped before I bit the thing right off. I was really nervous. I wondered if he enjoyed watching me squirm.
"Here's the thing…" He glanced around the room as if the empty tables and chairs were listening in on us, ready to point fingers and laugh at us uncontrollably. "I have this… girl." Back to the sinking again. "I really like you though." Could this guy be serious? One minute he lays something fantastical on me, and the next he makes me feel like shit again. This is insanity. I didn't know if I could take it anymore. But of course I stayed. I'd have been stupid not to. He sighed. "I know this sounds really lame and everything…" You got that right. But I'm still listening. "…But I'd still like to be friends and stuff. I just can't… be more than that right now. Because that would cause a lot of problems. And I really don't need that. Do you understand?"
Is that my heart on the floor? No? Just ketchup? Because it feels like he just tore my heart out. This beautiful, perfect, gorgeous sculpture of a man in front of me just gave me the 'I like you, but let's just be friends' speech because of a freaking girl. I feel like shit. Yet somehow I still feel drawn to him like white on rice. How is this even possible? I must be a sucker for punishment. He continued. "I hope this all makes sense. I just… I knew from the moment I saw you that I wanted you. I needed to talk to you." For fucking real? "…I guess I would rather have you be my friend than nothing at all. It's taking all the power I have in me not to take you home right this second, but I can't." Ouch. Awesome, but ouch.
And just to drive the nail into the coffin that is my life, he told me, "I have to go soon. She's probably waiting for me. She's going to be pissed as hell."
It was then that I decided I was going to do everything in my power to get rid of this bitch.
So there you go. Please review :)
