Wow was all I could say. I watched Bella as she descended down the staircase. She looked amazing, no, amazing didn't cut it. She made every other girl in the room look like they had rolled in a bin and then came into the party. That colour suited her skin beautifully. I couldn't focus my thoughts. I knew Emmett was talking to me but I couldn't focus on the words he was saying. All I could do was stare at her. Then she stopped, half way between the stairs and a sad look crossed her face. What was wrong? Did she see something in me that she didn't like? I admitted to myself that I was only wearing my faded blue jeans and a white shirt. Compared to her I supposed I looked like I had rolled in a bin myself.
She then continued to walk down the stairs. Then I saw the problem. I could see it in her eyes. She didn't think I liked her. She was completely wrong if that was the case. She was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. I made my way across the room to meet her at the end of the stairs. I felt very inadequate. I reached the end of the staircase before her. She was walking very slow. As she reached the bottom of the stairs I again felt that I could do nothing but stare. I didn't know what else I could do, words could not describe how beautiful she looked.
Her head dropped in embarrassment but I wasn't having that. She was not hiding her face from me tonight. I realized however though that I would have to give her some type of compliment, even though I knew none of them would come close to how I really felt. I lifted her face up with one hand.
"You look... amazing." I said, but that was a lie, she looked so much more than amazing.
"Thanks" She said in a half whisper. I could see conflict raging in her eyes. She looked... surprised. How could she not notice how every boy in this room was staring at her?
"You look so surprised" I pointed out. I needed to let her know how ridiculous she was thinking. "You're very beautiful." I said simply. Hopefully this would clear things up a bit for her. I then took my hand away from her face and exchanged it for her hand. She blushed immediately and looked down. So little confidence. I couldn't help but notice that as we made our way back toward the couch how every boy was looking at us, well rather her, as we moved through the crowd. I felt a sudden pang of jealousy hit me. She could pick any of these guys here, and she chose me. She could change her mind at any minute.
There was a small space left on the couch which allowed Bella and I to sit fairly close together, which I also was very happy about. We sat down and I moved my hand from her hand and onto her shoulder. Emmett was just telling everyone about his big wrestle with a thug at the mall today. He was exaggerating a lot. It was really just a guy he knocked into while ordering pretzels. He knocked the guys pretzels over then accidentally and then the guy at the pretzel counter gave him a new one. But this was a whole different story to Emmett's.
"So me, Edward and Jazz are all just standing in line for the pretzels when this dude comes over, totally out of whack and knocks into me! So I decided to show him a thing or two and knocked his pretzels over. You know, teach him a lesson. I was very nearly about to take it further too. The guy on the pretzel counter had to offer him another pretzel just to break us up!" I heard Bella chuckle beside me. She saw through it. She was very smart.
I wanted desperately to ask her to dance, there was already plenty of people up dancing. But would she be the type to dance? Most girls liked to dance. But this fact was no help to me because she wasn't like most girls. I decided to give it a shot. I moved my arm from her shoulders and took her hand again and without a word walked her to the dance floor. I saw fear in her eyes when she realized where I was taking her. I couldn't help but laugh. This would be fun.