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Summary: "You're crazy," I muttered. A smile played on her lips, "Only for you, baby."
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ALSO: I'm working on a oneshot. Instead of a sappy romance fic like all my others, I wanted to deal with the friendship between the three girls. I love my friends to death, and I imagine they do too. They discuss their past relationships and what not. Check it out?
Goodnight & Goodbye
Chapter 4: Imagination
"Babe, listen to me." Emmett cooed into his cell phone, his eyebrows knit in frustration. Jasper and I snickered together at Emmett's voice.
We were lounging in our living room, watching as Emmett worked his charm with Rosalie. I still couldn't believe I had tracked her down. I had pretty much given up hope after all we'd been through. Four weeks with absolutely nothing.
A thought hit me.
What if I found her? What would I do? I was so sure of my feelings – there was absolutely no possibility that I wasn't in love with her – but I didn't know anything about hers. What if she didn't want a relationship for a reason? What if I spent all this time looking for her, only to have her reject me? Would I still pursue her? If she really didn't love me…or want to be with me, would I erase my feelings in exchange with her being happy?
Or would I act as I usually did – thrive and be selfish?
Man up, I thought to myself. It was better that a tried, right? A sense of déjà vu permeated through my body as I remembered a conversation we had had about trying new things and living life. Words echoed in my mind, the voice clear and perfect, exactly how I had remembered it. It was a Sunday afternoon when she had whispered them in my ear.
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"Oh, would you relax already?" She snapped in playful frustration as she pulled me into the center of the room.
I watched in horror as we stepped underneath the shimmering disco ball hanging from the ceiling. She was beaming in front of me, the absolute image of beauty. She was wearing a bright red cocktail dress, its length stopping a few inches above her knee. It had a fitted bodice that accentuated her curves, and clung to her skin like a cat suit.
She was gorgeous, and the thought of making a fool of myself in front of her was mortifying. I wasn't a horrible dancer – I could dance and hold my own against quite a few people. But I had a feeling I would trip and fall the minute I saw her dance in what she was wearing.
A stray lock was framing her face, the messy bun glaring at me as if to say "I don't even have to try to look beautiful." She was smiling at my obvious hesitation. I tried to smile to lighten the mood, but my lips were being uncooperative.
And I knew why - she made it hard to smile because she made it hard to breathe.
"Loosen up," She whispered. She started to dance to the music and the image made my knees weak. I stood stiff, watching her as she watched me. A giggle escaped her lips, "You are impossible."
I smiled just a tiny bit. I felt like a twelve year old. Gods, what this girl did to me.
She sighed and her hand found mine. She guided me through it, placing my hands on her hips. "Just go with it. Feel the music." Her voice was soft.
I listened and I danced, our hips and our bodies moving in perfect rhythm. She brought her hands to her hair, allowing her hair to fall, cascading down her body like a waterfall. It shook as she moved her body, dancing effortlessly to the music. Was there anything she couldn't do?
She turned around and brought her arms to my neck, and we danced for what seemed like hours. The crowd was moving like a beat around us, but my eyes were fixated on the girl in front of me. It always was.
Once we were thoroughly exhausted from dancing, we retreated to a booth in the corner of the restaurant. Her hair was a bit messy from dancing, sweat beginning to form on her forehead. Her eyes were dancing with amusement.
"That wasn't so hard, was it?" She mused.
"I guess not." I frowned.
"See, sometimes…you just have to let yourself be overwhelmed by the moment." She replied, smiling wickedly. "My mom always used to say to dream like you'll live forever and live like you'll die today." Her expression turned wistful as she locked gazes with me. "Don't be afraid to try new things."
"I'm not."
She chuckled, "I beg to differ. You were hyperventilating before I helped you out."
"I was…distracted."
"By what?" She raised an eyebrow.
"By you," I answered honestly.
She rolled her eyes, "Compliments are futile, and you know it."
I laughed, "You're different."
"I'm spontaneous." She shrugged.
"I noticed," And I loved it.
"You can't live like you're afraid of what's around the corner. It'll throw you curve balls and heaps of trash. You don't avoid them." I laughed. I'd never heard anyone compare life to trash. "You embrace them. You'll get knocked down a little. But all you have to do is pull yourself back up and take a nice cool shower."
"You're metaphor is kind of weird." I commented.
"Maybe," She smirked, "But it works for me. My personal motto is 'You miss 100% of the shots you don't take.'"
I smiled genuinely, "That's a good way of looking at life."
"Why don't you?"
"Excuse me?"
"Why aren't you spontaneous?" She smiled, "I can't imagine my life without its spontaneity."
"I guess I just never knew how," I admitted, "My parents controlled most of my life when I was younger. Now that I'm in college and free to do whatever I want…I guess I haven't grasped what I should be doing."
"Okay, I've made up my mind." She replied firmly.
"About what?"
"I'm going to make our summer as spontaneous and as different as possible." She grinned, "Maybe it'll get you to be spontaneous when it ends."
I grimaced at the thought of it ending. Her expression immediately dropped, "We don't have to think about that now. Don't you remember? Live like you'll die today. Live life…one day at a time."
I lifted my glass. "To summer?"
She clinked hers to mine, "To spontaneity." We drank heartily, and when we'd set our glasses down, I grinned.
"What?" She asked.
I leaned forward, breathing in the smell of her shampoo. That sweet strawberry shampoo I'd grown accustomed to.
"What are you doing?" She asked when I was a few inches away from her. I chuckled a little.
"Being spontaneous," I whispered, before kissing her tenderly on the lips. After a few seconds of shock, she kissed me back eagerly, and the kiss quickly turned hungry. My lips moved with hers like our bodies had moved together on the dance floor – in perfect sync. It was a searching kiss, filled with compassion and the desire we both felt for each other.
When I realized our need for oxygen, I pulled back. Her eyes were slightly unfocused, and I danced inwardly for having that effect on her.
"Yeah, now I know what you mean when you say being spontaneous is good." I smiled at her dazed expression.
She blinked twice, before saying shyly, "Me too."
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My ears hurt, Emmett mouthed.
Jasper laughed, "Loudspeaker it then. I'd love to hear what this Rosalie sounds like."
She sounds hot, Emmett mouthed. His eyes glinted dangerously.
"I hope she's as hot as you say she is." (A/N: Am I the only one that finds it kind of wrong for Jasper to be saying that to Rosalie?)
Emmett nodded vigorously, and I told him to put it on loudspeaker. He walked to us, sitting on the armchair in the front of us. He clicked the loudspeaker button, and placed his phone on the coffee table between us.
"—can't just call and expect me to take you back." A feminine voice came from the phone. It had an edge to it, and I could imagine that she was a pretty hotheaded type of girl. A girl with a temper. Those kinds of girls were dangerous…and exactly Emmett's type.
"Take me back?" Emmett echoed. The look of bewilderment on his face made Jasper and I snicker quietly. "Why would you take me back if I…never left in the first place?"
The room was silent for a moment.
"What the hell do you mean you never left?" Rosalie snapped angrily. "You haven't called me in a week Emmett. Did you think I was just going to wait around? I have better things to do." We could hear her fumble with her phone.
"D-don't hang up!" Emmett stammered, "I'm sorry, babe. My friend was suffering from a pretty big crisis, and I needed to help him. I wanted to call you, I really did. But he needed me. He's still a wreck." He winked at me.
"Then why are you calling me, if he needs you so badly?" She asked hotly.
"I can't stay away from you." He admitted, truth pouring out of him in waves.
"Oh," Her voice was faint. He smiled.
He was good, I'd give him that.
"Fine," She exhaled, "When do you want to meet?"
"Are you busy tonight?"
"Tonight?" She repeated, a little alarmed. "I was going to go somewhere with a couple friends of mine."
My eyes lit up at the mention of her friends.
"Your friends?" Emmett echoed.
"Yeah," she sighed.
"Would you be okay with me coming along?"
I could hear her pause in slight shock, "Why would you do that?"
"I don't want to waste time away from you."
She melted, "I think you'll be bored though. We're girls, you know?"
I nudged him sharply in the side. He groaned from the pain. "You shouldn't be afraid of me being bored when I'm around you. But if you insist, would you mind if I brought two of my friends along?"
"As long as they aren't mindless drones, then sure," She replied, seriously. I cringed a little.
"Great. What time and where?"
"Meet at the pizzeria on tenth avenue at 8." She said before hanging up.
"Score," Jasper high fived me.
"You guys are such children." Emmett rolled his eyes.
"What do you think is going to happen there?" Jasper mused.
"I don't know," I admitted.
"Why don't we all just imagine what will happen." Emmett offered. I grinned a little. That could be a good idea.
"Okay, I'll go first." I replied. I replayed what I'd been thinking in my head since that night in the bowling alley, and my mouth closed over the words.
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We walked inside the pizzeria, the smell of melting cheese and freshly cut pepperoni oozing out of the kitchen in waves. Emmett looked around, spotting a beautiful blond sitting in a large booth, talking animatedly with her friends. My eyes immediately searched their group for a familiar brunette, but was disappointed when I couldn't find her. Maybe she had decided to stay home…?
We walked up to her table, and Emmett said, affectionately, "Babe."
Rosalie's eyes lit up immediately, scooting a little to the right to make room for Emmett. He sat down and slung an arm around her. She moved a little closer to him. PDA wasn't something I'd like to see at the moment.
Jasper pulled a chair from the table behind him. He placed it next to the booth, and sat down. He started talking to one of Rosalie's friends.
I didn't know what I was doing here. There was no use in me staying here if my reason for coming in the first place wasn't even there. Emmett eyed me sympathetically, nodding for me to take a seat. I shook my head slowly, and excused myself.
I turned towards the exit, taking a few steps forward. I was stopped by the voice that had haunted my dreams for weeks.
"Anthony?"
I whipped around quickly, and found her. Her hair was a little longer, but her eyes still shined and twinkled the way I remembered. Her lips were parted in shock as she stared at me. My breathing was ragged.
She blinked twice, before running blindly towards me, throwing her arms around my neck. Her legs wrapped around my waist, and I hoisted her up. Her hands moved to the back of my head, burying them in my hair.
"Finally," She whispered, her voice thick with tears. I could feel the emotion building inside me.
"Thank god," She chanted over and over again. Her hand gripped me even harder.
"You found me," Her voice was in slight awe.
"I did," I whispered, setting her down. She let go, and we watched each other.
I smiled a little. "Hello," My smile broadened. I reached for her arm, and placed a sweet kiss on the back of her hand, "My name is Edward."
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Jasper blinked twice, "You're such a sap."
"It would be a lot easier if it just happened that way," I muttered, playing with my fingers.
"Is that realistic though?" Emmett asked.
"I don't know," I shrugged, "I wish."
"My turn!" Emmet grinned
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I stepped into the pizzeria, my stomach grumbling embarrassingly. I was so hungry...it wasn't even funny. Jasper and Edward were starting a new 'diet' - without too much junk food. They were such eyes searched the room, and I found a familiar blond girl in the corner. She was absolutely stunning.
Oh the things I would do to her. I would place wet kisses up her neck, my hand sliding up her thigh...her arousal so --
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"Shut up, Emmett." Jasper groaned, "I'd rather not hear about your pornographic thoughts about you and Rosalie. That's just nasty. If you want to think about it, close the door of your room, and turn the radio on loud. If you don't, I swear I'll attack you if I hear any moans from your room."
I laughed. "Emmett, you got Jasper all sensitive again."
"It's not my fault Rosalie is so god damn hot."
"Anyway," Jasper said, changing the subject, "I know you want it to be easy, Edward. I know you want it to be an incredibly happy reunion. But I think that's wishful thinking."
"I guess so, but I wish it would happen like that."
"Then my take on it will be more honest, more realistic." Jasper replied.
"What do you mean?"
Jasper exhaled. "I hope it'll be that easy, but what if it isn't? What if something you'd never expect happened? What if it doesn't work out? What if we did all this for nothing?"
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We walked in the pizzeria, the distinct smell of baking pizza filing my nostrils. It was mouth watering, and I had to stop myself from jumping the counter right then and there.
Emmett was searching for his on and off girlfriend and Edward was fidgeting beside me.
"Relax," I muttered, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. He sighed a little, his eyes darting around the room.
Emmett found Rosalie – and he wasn't lying, she was pretty damn hot – and he walked to her quickly. Edward followed him slowly, and I could see the hesitation in his eyes. I could see his figure tremble a little bit.
"Where is she?" Edward whispered to me. There wasn't a single brunette at the table. And unless she dyed her hair blond, I'm fairly certain she wasn't there.
I heard the door open noisily. Edward whipped around, and I immediately saw him slump a little. I turned, almost scared of what to see, and found a beautiful brunette. She had long, wavy hair and chocolate eyes. My eyes would have focused on her beautiful figure and her beautiful face, but I noticed something that didn't belong.
An arm slung across her shoulders. I followed the arm and found its owner – a tall guy with slick black hair cut short. She didn't notice us standing right there, because the guy was whispering something in her ear. I could feel the vomit in my stomach and the disgust on Edward's face.
"What the…" I muttered, glancing at Edward. He could barely stand.
Marie finally looked at us, her eyes focusing on Edward. She walked towards us, the guy's arm still around her.
She smirked a little, her eyes glinting dangerously. "Too late."
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"You need to know your options," Jasper replied.
"I hope my take on the situation will be better," I grunted.
"I do too, bro. I do too." Emmett nodded towards me.
"And Jasper?"
"Yeah?"
"If that really happens, I will fucking kill you."
A/N: Its shorter because I'm going back to Indonesia tomorrow. I had this written a while back, but I've been working on my classes for summer, and didn't have time to add more. I feel extremely guilty for this being incredibly short. I swear the next will be better.
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