As promised in the previous chapter, here is chapter nine. This is my make up gift to you all for being so late updating before. SO LOVE ME! ! ! Haha. So I really enjoyed writing this chapter, but I'm worried I may be moving too fast. Let me know in a review?
Anyways, please enjoy the next chapter, Pretty Crepes and Offended Vampires.
Disclaimer: I still don't own Twilight… *whispers* and sometimes I cry about it. (Not really, though.)
9. Pretty Crepes and Offended Vampires
Renesmee's POV
"Were you just looking at her?"
"For like, two seconds-"
"But you were looking at her."
"Yeah, I guess."
"You guess?"
"Em-"
"So, what, are you sleeping with her too?"
Yeah, right. If only.
I happened to have the best ears out of everyone at the bonfire, and I had indeed been listening to Sam and Emily's conversation. I shouldn't have, but I could tell they were arguing, and when I caught the first bit, I couldn't stop. Emily was totally out of line. She was so caught up in herself and her own feelings, she had no idea how much she was hurting poor Sam. Or maybe she did and she didn't care. Emily was selfish like that.
I feel so bad for Sam. He deserves so much better than that…
As terrible as I knew Emily was, I didn't expect Sam to seem so depressed when he came into the Café that morning. I watched him walk in the door and sit down. His movements were slower and smaller. His feet shuffled and he all but dropped himself into his booth in the corner.
"Ren," Tracy called. "Table sev-"
"I know, I got it."
I approached him timidly, afraid of what I might find. He looked up at me.
"Hi," he said.
"Oh, my God, you look terrible," I said. And he did. He was much paler than usual and his hair hung flat against his face. There were dark spots under his eyes, telling me he hadn't slept all night. Emily must've really let him have it.
"Gosh, thanks," he said dryly. "Self-esteem buster. Just what I needed."
I instantly felt bad. "I'm sorry," I said. "I just meant that you don't quite look like yourself. I didn't mean to offend you or anyth-"
"Don't worry about it. You're right, though. I kinda look like shit."
"No, you don't. You could never… You don't look that bad, really."
"Thanks," he laughed a bit.
"So, would you like your usual?" I asked.
"Actually… what do you guys serve for breakfast?" he asked.
"Would you like a menu?"
"Do I need one? What would you recommend?"
"Oh! Uh…" I thought for a moment. "I would suggest the crepes. We have cinnamon, blueberry, raspberry, mixed berry, strawberry, peach-"
"Which one's your favorite?"
My heart fluttered a little. He wanted my opinion?
"Well, I like to get a mix of strawberry and cinnamon with extra crème inside as well as on top. The extra crème brings out more of the strawberry's flavor."
"And to drink?"
"I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to be taking your order," I pointed out.
"Humor me," he chuckled lightly.
"White chocolate mocha, extra crème. I really like crème."
"That's what I'll have then."
"Alright then. You'll enjoy it, I think."
"And if I don't?"
"I will pay for it. That is how confident I am that you'll like it. I'm willing to sacrifice my own money."
He actually laughed then. "Well, that would be nice."
I laughed with him. "I'll go get that for you."
He's so nice today, I thought as I walked to the kitchen to place his order. He must really be down if he's so desperate that he's actually talking to me.
I returned some twenty minutes later with his food.
"Damn," he said, seeing the elegant plate. "It definitely looks good. And… pretty."
"Of course," I giggled. "All the Café's food is pretty."
"Yeah, I suppose. Thank you, by the way."
"You're welcome. I hope you enjoy it… I kinda need to keep my money." I turned to walk away when he grabbed my wrist.
"Wait a sec," he said. I just stared at the spot where his hand was wrapped around my wrist. He was so warm… It felt so nice.
"Yes?" I asked, still entranced by the feel of his hand. He noticed that he still held my wrist and let go quickly. That spot quickly got cold.
"Last night, at the bonfire," he began. "You were watching us. Emily and I."
I remembered how he'd caught me looking, how we made eye contact for just a couple seconds.
"I was."
"You… heard everything?"
"I did."
"Ah. And have you said anything…?" Said anything? Did he really think I would?
"Of course not," I said, offended that he would even think of it.
"Oh. I just wanted to be sure-"
"Just because I heard your business doesn't mean I would gossip about it. Although if that's what you're worried about, perhaps the next time you and Emily decide to argue, you might think about doing so in private."
"Of course. I'm sorry I assumed…"
"And you should be. Not all vampires are bad people, y'know. Some of us actually have a heart. It might not beat for most, but it's there." I walked away, not angry, but sort of irritated. How could he even think that of me? He didn't know me. He didn't know any of us.
If he would just give us a chance; give me a chance, he'd see we're actually really good people. He'd see-
That was it! I promised myself that Sam would see the good in me, in the Cullens. It might've been stupid, but I would try to befriend him…
As soon as he apologized for being a jackass.
Sam's POV
I had a decent conversation with the half-leech girl. How odd. She seemed pretty pissed towards the end of it though. I thought it was kinda rude how she kinda got short with me, but then again, assuming that she'd be a total gossip about me and Emily wasn't exactly nice of me.
"Just because I heard your business doesn't mean I would gossip about it."
But come on, she was a vampire. I couldn't trust her. No way!
"Not all vampires are bad people, y'know. Some of us actually have a heart. It might not beat for most, but it's there."
So I pissed her off. What did she want, an apology? Well, she wasn't getting one. I didn't apologize to vampires.
I was being so childish and I knew it. Like when I was five and I wouldn't apologize to Leah for throwing sand at her at the beach. My excuse? She had taken my bucket and shovel. That was it. I was just being a big baby. What would my mother say if she were here?
"Sam Elliot Uley, you apologize to that vampire girl right now!"
"But Mama, she's my mortal enemyyyy!
"I don't care. You hurt the poor girl's feelings. Go say you're sorry."
"Mama!"
"Right now, young man. Or else, double patrols for a week."
"What! You don't control that!"
"I'm your mother. I control whatever I want."
"Aww, Mama!"
Fine, mental version of my mother. You win. Just like my mother would.
I finished my crepe at lightning speed, finding it quite delicious as the half-leech said I would. She'd come back for only a second to drop off my check, then disappeared again. I thought I'd pay personally instead of leaving the money, hoping it would give me a chance to talk with her. It did.
She was behind the to-go register of the Café, restacking sit-in menus under the desk. I cleared my throat to get her attention.
"Can I help you?" she asked, still sounding a bit stung.
"I, uh, wanted to pay."
"You could've just left the money." She continued stacking the menus.
"I wanted to speak with you." She stopped stacking and straightened up slowly.
"Yes?"
"I wanted to apologize. I shouldn't assume things. It was rude of me. I honestly don't think you're the type to go around spilling other people's business. I just-"
"Why do you let her treat you like that?" she asked suddenly.
"Let… what?"
"Emily. She treats you like garbage, and you let her. I've never understood that."
"She was my imprint. I couldn't help it."
"She… was your imprint?"
I nodded.
"And now…?"
"She's not."
"But how-"
"Does it matter?" I asked a bit too harshly. "I'm sorry. I just… really don't wanna…"
"I understand. I'm sorry for prying. And I accept your apology, as well."
I got my wallet from my pocket and dug around for my money.
"Oh, put that away," she said.
"Huh? But I have to pay for my food."
"Don't worry about it."
I tried to protest, but she wouldn't have it.
"Look, you've obviously had a rough night. You look like shit and you need to rest. I'll take it out of my check, no worries."
"Thanks," I said uncertainly. "You said I didn't look that bad."
"I lied," the half-leech answered simply, smiling. "You look horrendous. Now, get outta here. Go to sleep or something."
She went back to work and I called in sick as I drove home. I didn't like her, but I had to admit, she did have a pretty big heart for others; even if they didn't have such a big heart for her.
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Chapter ten is currently under construction and should be up tomorrow evening hopefully. Much love!
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