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Shout outs at the bottom, and things I listened to, too.
Note to Caroline and KK- Your coming in this chapter…I think. Do not send me angry pms if your not, because, yeah. Being readers, you should know I'm not the most organized person in the world. (I don't think you would send me angry pms, but who knows?)
Note to KK- I'll try to make you as nice as possible! You kind of have a "save the day" kind of thing going on.
NOTE: I have a new pole!!! Go and participate!! This is for the older readers that have read "Edward". Thank you!
And, I'm looking for a Beta! YAY! I'm not the most technical type, so I'm only now understanding what it is. So, send me a PM if you are interested!
I dedicate the line, "Interesting car,", to my best friend Amber, who thought it up and begged to be in the story.
Chapter 9
Burger King Bliss
RPOV
It's been two weeks since the slumber party incident, and I'm still partially wounded. Jason, my thought crush, lead me on, and I was stupid enough to believe him. Just thinking about it makes my face flush angrily.
But you know who has helped me in all of this? Rob! Weird, right?
I guess it was some odd twist of fate that Rob and I became friends. I didn't expect it, and I think in the beginning he just wanted a sex buddy. But, after that party, I surprisingly have more respect for him. Right now, I can just sit with him and talk. I can't talk to my family, and I definitely can't talk to Jason. I love Twig to death and would tell her anything, (except for my mutant-vampire-human-ness) but it just isn't the same. I need a male companion, too.
It's been really awkward with Jason. He is my guide now, so he has to be with me WHEREVER I go. (You see the problem in that, correct?) We don't talk much, but when we do, it's unbelievably strained. We are definitely aware of each other, though. One time, he slipped his hand in my strong one, and I ripped my fingers away from his. He murmured something like, "I miss you," but I ignored him and looked away, hoping he wouldn't see the hot, salty tears streaming down my face.
So, now Rob and I are inseparable, which clearly makes Jason uncomfortable. We walk to class together, eat lunch together (which earns me some dirty looks from Jason, who absolutely hates Rob. Also, I don't think I can call it eating, since I don't feel like today's mystery meat is nutritious enough for a growing vampire), and call each other almost every night. Jason will do irritable things like walk in between us and whisper things in my ear like, "How is your day going?" and crap like that. Then to irritate him, I'll step closer to Rob or lace my white fingers with his. Jason needs to get the idea drilled into his head that I do not want to talk to him.
Speaking of the phone, I heard something call loudly into the atmosphere. I grunted and shifted my weight across the floor, where my phone was waiting, sitting happily on the ivory carpet.
"Hello?" I answered, my voice groggy with tiredness."Ness?" Robbie answered, sounding a little…nervous.
"Yeah? Oh, hi Rob. What do you want?"
"Ummmm….well, do you want to go to Burger King with me, then come back to my place?"
What was this, some mediocre way to ask for a date? I rolled my eyes at the phone speaker, which I was happy he could not see. "Sure," I stated indifferently. "When do you want me?"
I heard a low mumble coming from the phone, saying "Anytime would be good." but I concluded I wasn't supposed to hear that. In a louder voice he said, "How 'bout 7:00? Would that be okay?"
Yes it would. Mom and Dad are going hunting, Alice doesn't care whatsoever, (I guess this is her way of saying she's sorry. I like the longer leash idea.) and Emmett will no doubt be close by in case I need him. Yes, 7 is the perfect time.
"Sure. See you then."
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7:00 pm
I heard a car door slam violently in the drive. Was Rob here?
I had butterflies in my stomach, trying to figure out what to wear. I'm not much of that kind of person, but dates make me this way. Or was it just because of him?
I finally decided on some skinny jeans with a blue Power Ranger's shirt that I got from Hot Topic. I actually thought I looked nice. Wow, this must be the Rob feeling. I threw on some makeup for the first time ever (have you ever noticed how hard that is to put on? I thought I was going to poke my eye out with that eyeliner!) and stalked into the living room, purse in hand.
Rob was already awaiting my fashionably late self. His eyes took me in, scoping my body. It felt a little uncomfortable, but it was okay.
"You look beautiful." he said. I rolled my eyes. "We're going to Burger King, dude. This isn't that important, ya know."
It looked like I had wounded him a little with my words. He probably thought I thought this was no big deal, which in a way it wasn't. Still, this could very much be construed as a first date, so I'm not saying I'm taking it lightly.
"Are you ready to go?" he said, his eyes still swimming on my body. "Yeah," I said.
He walked me out the door, onto the cobblestone walkway out to the driveway. I was wondering where Emmett was, who promised to be a short distance away in the shadows. I saw something white flash somewhere in the darkness, but I tried not to pay to much attention, and enjoy myself.
My door slammed behind as I stepped into the cab of the Ford F-150. Of course, I could only expect that out of him. He's an F-150 sort of guy. Anyway, I looked out the window into the cloudy night, hoping he wouldn't see the flash of white speeding down the side of the road with us. I felt slightly guilty that I was tricking him with the whole Emmett thing, but it passed quickly. This is for my well being, for Pete's sake! But, it's not like Rob would hurt me or anything…would he?
"Interesting car." I said casually, breaking the silence.
"Thanks," he said. "It was a gift from my dad before he left."
"Your dad left?" I said in surprise. "Yeah," he concluded, his eyes smoldering silently on the black pavement of the road ahead. "He was in the marines, but he was killed in Iraq."
The information hung in the air quietly, before I put my smooth, cold hand on top of his. "I'm so sorry." I said sadly, looking up at him. He looked away from the road and at me, his dark blue eyes piercing threw my deep brown ones. "He died saving someone," he looked down. "There was a bomb under their truck, and my dad felt the vibration of it going off one minute before it did. His best friend was sitting right under it, so my dad told him to trade him seats. He got an award."
I looked up at him while silent tears rolled down my face.
He leaned down to my features, and I leaned up, wanting him to kiss my lips, but he only kissed my cheek. I blushed scarlet into the night.
We arrived into the Burger King parking lot and walked inside, hand in hand. As we walked up to the crowded counter, the male cashier looked me up and down, and smiled at me. He had dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes that drew you in. He was built, but not body builder. He resembled Zac Efron a little, too. I raised my eyebrows at him, frowning delicately.
"What would you like, sweetheart?" he murmured, his eyes coming to rest on my chest, then my eyes. I sat up straighter, not wanting to lean over the counter and give him any ideas. I felt Rob's arm tug around my waist, and I squeezed his hand tighter. "Nothing for me," I said flatly, hoping he could hear the double meaning in my words. I felt like I've seen this cashier before, then remembered him from gym class.
Rob remembered him too.
His fists clenched tightly, as he ordered something I didn't hear because I was so freaked out by the cashier who's name I never learned. As the cashier rang it up, he got a pen and wrote something on the back or the receipt and handed it to me.
I looked on the back, where it read,
"Here's my number, sweetheart. Call if you want a real man. You can always have it your way."
That is disgusting! He used the Burger King logo? How more nasty can you get? I didn't even bother to look at the number as I dropped it in the trash. The cashier saw, then whispered to his co-worker something like, "I don't even know why I offered. She has the smallest boobs I've ever seen! I wonder why she wears a bra at all."
I gathered as much venom in my voice as I could muster and turned back saying, "You wear pants, don't you?"
He looked at me, his eyes wide, as the co-worker said loudly, "Oh, someone called the fire department, 'cause you just got burned, son!"
I felt like stopping here. Oh, more 'Burger King Bliss' in the next chapter.
Shout outs!
To Twig: You are a big component in the next chappy! Woohoo! Update your story, I'M DYING INSIDE!!
To Ayden: Yep, you better update too, missy! Do not give you readers this "lent" crap! (I'm on lent too, but I did NOT give up internet, like someone I know.)
Things listened to:
"Dammit" by blink-182, "I'm so Sick" by Flyleaf, "Sound of Settling" by Death Cab for Cutie, "Don't Trust Me" by 3oh!3, and "Starstruckk" by 3oh!3
Remember, looking for a Beta! And a new pole! YAY!
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