WHAT?! TWO chapters?! I know what you're thinking. Why is she all of a sudden posting two chpaters?
The answer is clear...
I wanted to make it up to you guys about teasing you with the date scene, so here is date scene part one :)
Hope you enjoy the chapter. :)
"About. What?" I was able to say.
"I looked her in the eyes." She laughed lightly. I felt my muscles loosen with relief and I laughed.
"I'm sorry. About her. It's not true about… I mean I know it's…" She silenced me by holding up a finger.
"I'll be fine. It's not like she planted a bomb in my shoes or anything. She didn't did she?" She raised an eyebrow.
"Of course not." I laughed. Any other girl would have been whining and crying at this point. I remember what a scene Jessica had made when Jane said something about her hair or something. Rosalie was different. She was like a breath of fresh air. "Do you like Italian food?" I asked planning to take her to the tiny Italian restaurant on the way to our actual date. Apparently something was wrong with Italian food because she flinched and wrapped an arm around her stomach insecurely.
"I love Italian food." She whispered. "I haven't eaten in so long. I mean eaten Italian food in so long." She bit her lip. I was confused for a moment as I looked over her. It looked true; she was very very thin. She looked like she hadn't eaten in a while. I dismissed the thought quickly in passing as I pulled into the restaurant's parking lot.
"Siamo qui Rosalie." (Translation: We're here Rosalie.) I told her in Italian as I opened her door for her and extended my hand to help her out. I was about to translate for her when she smiled widely.
"Ringraziarla Emmett." She thanked me in Italian right back. I laughed and wound my fingers through hers as we walked into the restaurant. The host's eyes danced over Rosalie hungrily and I wrapped my arm around her possessively as the pig of a guy lead us into the back of the restaurant at the most private table. He slipped a piece of paper onto Rosalie's seat and she picked it up looking at it eyes wide.
"Let me see." I narrowed my eyes and she handed me the paper blushing. It was that pervert's phone number. I ripped it in half. "Hope you didn't want that." I smirked. She shook her head laughing a bit more freely.
"I've never had that happen to me before." She laughed. "I was always the one where the guy would hand me the number and tell me to give it to my sister." She chuckled looking amused.
"Boosts your ego a bit does it?" I raised an eyebrow. She nodded.
"Of course it does." She smiled. The waitress came over to our table and turned to me.
"Hi, my names Mindy, and I'll be your servant. I mean server for the evening. What can I do for you?" She leaned forward and pressed her hand to the edge of the table. Rosalie let out a free laugh and the waitress's eyes widened in embarrassment. Rosalie raised an eyebrow at me the corners of her mouth turned up in an amused smile.
"What would you like Rosalie?" I cooed to her winking. She rolled her eyes.
"I'm not hungry." She mumbled. I snorted.
"Two cokes, two mushroom raviolis and an order of calamari." I ordered for her. The waitress quickly left and Rosalie laughed some more.
"Has that ever happened to you before?" She challenged leaning forward on her elbows.
"What?" I asked indifferently.
"Boosts your ego doesn't it?" She laughed imitating my voice. I rolled my eyes and reached out absent mindedly to take her small dainty hand. I traced patterns on her pale palms and stroked her fingers. She shivered and I remained still. "You d-d-don't have to stop." She whispered. I smiled and without thinking pressed my lips to the back of her hand. She looked at me confused.
"What's the matter?" I asked her as our drinks were brought. She withdrew her hand.
"Nothing." She smiled widely and took a sip of her coke.
"I want to know more about you." I said. She raised an eyebrow.
"Umm… There's not that much to tell." She mumbled.
"Sure there is." I started. "What's your favorite color?" I asked. She seemed to think for a long while then answered.
"White." She answered. Apparently the expression on my face was confused for she chuckled and started to explain herself. "White has all the colors in it for starters. White is pure. White is the color you use when you mess up on your painting and want to start over. You paint over it with white. So, I guess white means to me starting over or something like that." She shrugged. I felt my mouth dropping open in shock. I'd never actually had an intelligent conversation with a girl before. The deepest conversation I'd ever had with Jessica was about how she was ticked off at Alice for calling the newest cheer that they'd learned for the halftime show and that she didn't remember it. Rosalie's answer to this simple question got me thinking… Starting over. That's what she and I were doing. Before now, I would bump into her in the halls and not even look her way. She would walk past me with our eyes never meeting, a greeting never escaping our lips. We were erasing our stereotypes. Art Freak. Popular Jock. And starting over… Clean slate.
Stay tuned for date scene part two. :) :) :)
