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When I see emo-typist at the store I nearly choke. This town is too damned small!
I stand near the end of an aisle watching him interacting with his family. He seems so distracted, like he isn't paying any attention to them. It seems like it would be very hard to ignore the extremely large boy grinning like the Cheshire cat. He's pushing the little, twittering pixie in the shopping cart. Her high-pitched directives ordering him to and fro down the aisles.
Its hysterical to me, to watch Mr. Angrypants trail behind them like a petulant child.
Occasionally, he'll look up and throw something into the cart on top of his sister, not realizing she's there. It makes me giggle when the big one, who reminds me of Fred from Scooby-Doo, shoves the cart into his brother's ass when they're talking to him, but he's obviously ignoring them. Guess he needs to get home to finish his email to the Devil.
A gorgeous woman, who I assume is their mother, comes up near the canned foods with another cart halfway through the store and they continue on their journey. I keep trying to talk to Charlie as he asks me about school starting on Monday and all the classes I have. I really am trying to pay attention to him, but all I can think about is the lick-able V-shape under the neighbor boy's black t-shirt. I get the goose bumps just imagining his body and what I'd like to do to it.
As I'm gawking at him, trying very hard to look like I'm staring at the can of peaches I have found, I hear someone call my dad. The beautiful woman wanders over with the three kids trailing behind her like a wake of water, brooding neighbor-boy pulling up the rear. Esme, Emmett, and Alice introduce themselves and seem genuinely happy to meet me. When I look to the one introduced as Edward, he just stands there. I feel a flush rise to my cheeks. I can't tell fully, but it seems as if he wants to throttle me. His gorgeous emerald gaze is so fierce. It unnerves me and I just stand there. Like a moron, I just wait for him to speak.
After his mom introduces him with a sharp tone and a nasty look, he continues to stare at me. His attitude just seems so stressed, like he can't get away from me soon enough. I drop my eyes from his and I notice our shoes; we both have on the same ones in different colors.
As he moves away, smirking like I'm an idiot for mentioning his shoes, I swear he quotes the title of a great 80's record.
Weird. Why would he do that? What does Pat Benetar's Inamorata have to do with our shoes? A female lover. Shoes. He likes my shoes? He likes Pat Benetar? I like Pat Benetar, especially when I'm… Oh.
Then it clicks.
He heard me in my room. If he heard it, he might've seen it. Oh god. I feel my face light on fire. He was watching me while I was dancing. Oh my god, I wonder if he thought I looked like a half-retarded monkey?
Wait.
He is grinning. He liked it? Hmm… this could be interesting. Maybe Mr. Frustrated is looking for a new release of tension. I'm gonna have to test this theory when I get home.
"Dad, I'm heading to the check out." I look over and wave to Alice who says she will see me in the morning. I slow down to watch as Emmett follows Edward out of the store kicking him every few steps and I hear Edward tell him, "Fall off a building, King Kong."
When we get home I help my dad put away our groceries, and I make us dinner. He quickly becomes engrossed in a game on ESPN Classic, and I tell him I'm going to go do some reading and get ready for my first day at Forks High.
I climb the stairs as fast as my shaky legs will go and I head straight into my room. I turn my computer and desk lamp on and sit down to keep up my guise. It's starting to get dark and the street lights are flickering on. After a few minutes, I begin logging into my email and send my mom a quick note that I am all unpacked and asking her where she and her new husband are on their road trip. As I hit send, his light comes on. I see him through the window, moving around his room. It looks like he's searching for something at his desk and I start to think I have imagined it all. But then, out of nowhere, he runs his hand through his messy hair and looks up with his eyes trained upon my window.
He is looking. He can see in my bedroom.
I should be pissed. I should be humiliated. I should be screaming at him. Why the hell am I so turned on then? Hmmm. I know he can see me, but he doesn't know I know he can.
With my heart hammering in my ribcage, I stand up and deliberately walk over to my nightstand where my iDock is and flip through some songs. I hit play and the drum beat slides out of the speakers, thrumming throughout the room. I think to myself, "It's now or never." Time to give Edward, the peeper, some visual stimulation.
The first lines begin, "Your love is like a tidal wave, spinning over my head. Drownin' me in your promises, better left unsaid."
I walk back toward the window, stopping in front of the bed. I face the bed but look slightly over my shoulder as the next line hits- "You're the right kind of sinner, to release my inner fantasy." So true. He's looking through his window, standing sort of to the side, almost like he's hiding. I guess he isn't' ready for me to know he's looking.
When the chorus hits, I stretch my hands above my head, then slowly bring them down through my hair and then down on opposite sides of my chest to my waist and grip the hem of my Henley. At the apex of the chorus, I start to tug my shirt higher over my stomach, slowly, with my heart jack-hammering behind my sternum. I lift it over my head and throw it down behind me.
"Dream Maker, Love Taker. Don't you mess around - NO NO NO!"
I shake my hair out behind me and run my fingers over my tank top and start to turn around to face the window. As I drop my head and loll it back and forth slowly, I peek up and he's still looking this way. I drop my head lower so my hair is brushing below my knees. I put my hands on my ankles and drift them up my legs as I sway my head. As my hands reach my thighs, I jerk my head up so my hair flies behind me. I quickly drag my tank top up from my hips to my stomach, gliding it back and forth in time with the music.
"You taught me the ways of desire, now its takin' its toll. You're the right kind of sinner, to release my inner fantasy."
As I pull my shirt up above my ribs, I look over again and he's sitting in his desk chair, his eyes trained on me. There is no doubt he's turned on by the way he's leaning forward, one hand on the desk and one hand readjusting himself.
I take that as my cue and pull my cami over my head and throw it toward the window.