a/n: The characters belong to Stephenie Meyer, I'm just borrowing them in my happy fantasy land.
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Chapter 4:
EPOV
Of course that is what she thinks. Hollywood It Boy who fucks everything with boobs. I seethed. That is what they all think.
She look her hand off of mine and put it on my face. It felt so warm there. Real. She turned my head to hers.
"I am sorry" she said defeated. "Please, can we start over? You made me laugh, a real laugh, for the first time in months. I don't want to walk away right now, I know you have no reason to forgive me, but please, forgive me" She looked at me imploring with her eyes for me to stay.
She had me there. I didn't want to walk away right now either. I couldn't even if I wanted to. This woman had drawn me in and I had to stay to find out everything I could about her.
I shook my head and said "Enough with the emo bullshit, okay? Are we going to get drunk or what?" I smiled again. She let her hands fall from my face and took my hand in hers, turning it over and putting the salt on it.
"Lick it, slam it, suck it" she giggled then licked the salt off of her hand. Watching her tongue glide over her hand with that naughty smile on her face I went to a place in my head I knew I shouldn't. I shifted uncomfortably, raised the glass and threw it back.
"New game" I said "20 questions, I start asking first".
"Well you better order a Red Bull or something because you'll need to stay awake to listen to anything about my boring life" she rolled her eyes.
"Somehow I don't think I'll have a problem" I said lining up the next round of shots. "I want you to feel comfortable answering my questions, so here is a little more liquid courage for you".
We did another round and I decided that if I got her too shitfaced she'd probably throw up on me so better to stop when I was ahead. She seemed more at ease now, a little slurry, yeah, but relaxed. I sat and thought about my line of questioning for a moment feeling peaceful.
"Where are you from?" I asked.
She exhaled laughing. "Wow, okay, that was easy, I was expecting some grand inquisition".
I smiled "Oh that is coming, never you fear Bella".
"I am from Gettysburg, Pennsylvania., I've lived there or around there pretty much my whole life, okay, one down, 19 more to go" she flagged down the waiter and ordered a Diet Coke. "I have a feeling it is going to be a long night" she said.
I hope so, I thought.
"Do you like it there?
"I really do" Bella responded.
I could see the tension start to melt away from her face. Those eyes, those beautiful brown eyes. The way the corner of her mouth turned up into that slight smile. She was beautiful. Devastatingly beautiful. She didn't even know it.
"The great thing about Gettysburg is that you live so close to everything. There is the whole rich history of Gettysburg and the battlefields and stuff. Then in like a short drive there is Washington, DC like the Smithsonian and the zoo. The White House, Congress and the monuments. The cool thing is that you can drive like 3 hours in any direction and get to something else entirely different like the beach or the mountains or New York City. We get all of the seasons there, but not too much of them. The worst thing really is the humidity in the summertime or the freaking ice storms in the winter." She said. "Where are you from?"
"Now, now" I smiled, "It is my turn to ask the questions, you'll get your turn in due time". I felt compelled to know as much about this woman as possible and I didn't want to share.
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a/n: reviews make me as tingly as being cornered by Edward and asked to play 20 questions
