I was originally going to give this chapter more info but I thought...I needed a longer story...so I'll delay most of it hehe...
Edward held open the door as I entered cautiously, unused to the loud banging noises of pots and pans, the clatters of dishes and cutleries. It wasn't as dingy as I had expected it. The outside was run-down, with flashing pink neon lights for a sign, but inside, it was pretty clean.
The hostess walked up to me, but ignored me completely as she had eyes for someone else. Oh, it was Edward she had eyes on. How obvious. At that moment, I felt it would be something good to slap her...trip her on those black high heels...Hmm, the list seemed endless.
"Hey there Eddie-poo. Dinner for one again?" The hostess almost coo-ed him, seductively making circles on Edward's chest with her red painted nails. Agh, disgusting.
"No, two please, Tanya." Edward smiled and nodded towards me. I could have sworn I caught a glimpse of a scowl from Tanya, but I couldn't tell. She walked back to the podium where the menus were kept and showed us to a booth. I couldn't help feeling that same desire to slap her as she placed two hands on the table, bent down so her breasts were partially revealed and faced Edward.
"The usual please. And you, Bella?" Edward wasn't even looking at Tanya. I picked the first thing on the menu.
"Ravioli's please." Tanya grumbled something and walked off to the open kitchen where most of the loud noises were coming from.
"So, tell me about yourself." Edward grabbed a spoon and began spinning it in his hands. I was mesmerized for a few seconds until his question forced itself back into the front of my mind.
"Umm...I thought it was time for me to find out about you." I picked up a spoon and began spinning it too. Dammit, no luck.
A low, throaty chuckle sounded. I looked up and saw Edward smiling, his teeth flasshing.
I ticked off a mental list to consider when around Edward. Never embarrass myself. I sighed and placed the spoon back down and looked at him intently.
"So, where do you come from?" I asked, trying to decipher his voice or some way to identify his hometown.
"I moved here from Chicago." He stated blankly, spinning the metallic cutlery at an incredible rate.
"What's your age?" My brows knitted together as he answered with one word again. "Twenty."
"Hmm, same." My list of questions seemed endless but Edward seemed...annoyed.
"Here ya go." Tanya handed us both a plate, my ravioli coated with tomato sauce and melted cheese and Edward's plate. I felt almost envious as my stomach growled, feeling the unfair proportions of his steak burger.
"Did you want some?" He smirked and lifted his knife.
"Hmm, not really. But I don't get why mine's so small." I compared our platters. Yep, definitely unfair.
"I know the waitress here." He winked and gave me a crooked smile. Oh god...that smile. It was only to kill me someday. My heart fluttered.
My breath hitched for several seconds as Edward watched me.
"Aren't you hungry? I can hear your stomach grumbling from here." He stated matter-of-factly.
"Oh, right." I speared a raviolli, and melted instantly. The cheese was spewing out of the wonton skin and licked my mouth like a oozing lava. Maybe the size was bad, but the food quality was astounding. I love New York.
"So, when do you plan on auditioning for Julliard again?" He looked up after taking a bite out of the large steak burger.
I gulped down a mouthful of coke and pondered that question myself. When did I intend on applying for the post-secondary education I so wanted? How was I going to pay for the tuition with the rent so costly? Maybe I shouldn't have taken his offer for that rent price and try to get it lower...
"I have to find a job first. Tuition money, yenno?" I ate another ravioli, relishing in the taste.
"You're really living on your own, huh? Well, you know, I was kidding about the rent price. It's really only about...a tenth of what you were willing to pay." He chuckled and took another bite of his dinner.
"Oh." Well, that solved most of my problems. I saved up quite a lot of money and with the rent being so cheap, it would be easier to deal with the financial necessities.
"By the way, what do you? Dancer?" He asked, intrigued.
"Dancing...not so much. Piano and guitar though? I can manage both." He nodded his head and drank a sip of coke.
"What do you plan on becoming when you're older by following that route? You know bands that make it into mainstream are probably 1 in a thousand?" What did I want to do after I got into Julliard? What options would I have? If I didn't follow the education route my father had picked for me? Oxford seemed almost appealing now as I thought about it. How will I manage after?
"I don't know." I answered simply.
"There's a piano in the study room. You can go there to practice if necessary. As for the guitar...you'll have to pay for that yourself. Oh, and it's fifty dollars an hour for piano rentals."
My eyes widened as he said that. Cheap ass.
"I was joking." He burst into a fit laughter, a clear ring of bells in the hall of people. It was the only sound I could hear, oblivious to the rukus that was going on elsewhere.
"Sometimes you're joking and sometimes you're not. Do you know how hard it is for someone to understand what you mean completely? It's very irritating and annoying," I chided him, spearing a ravioli but hitting the plate with a bang noise as well.
"Well sorry, Ms. Short-temepered-can't-take-a-joke." He mused, apparently still quite laughable. Oh well, I liked the sound of his laugh and didn't mind if it meant embarrassing myself. Sigh, why did his laugh sound like that...
"Whatever. Can we go? My ears are going to be deaf if we don't." As if the God's themselves wanted to show what I meant, a waitress dropped a platter on the ground and shuffled quickly around to pick them up.
"Sure thing." He reached into his pocket and Tanya was there in a snap. Wonder how long their synch had to be built over the years? Edward reaching into his ass and Tanya walking over to him. Pfft, why am I curious about these things anyways? I pushed away the things about Edward and began contemplating other more important things.
"Oh yeah, why do you have a piano in your place anyways? Are you an aspiring musician too?" I poked him on the sides and ran off into the cold air of New York. I began shivering. Dammit, forgot my jacket.
"Here you dumb bell." He took off his jacket and placed it over my shoulder, instantly stopping the chatting sounds of my teeth. His jacket smelled good, like a lilac-honey-sun-smell...or everything good compressed into one thing. I took a few more wafts, savouring the smell and making a reminder in my head to get a mixture of smell like this in the future.
"So, are you a musician?" I persisted again. I mean, it would be pretty cool if he could give me some piano lessons - if he was good.
"I don't...play. The previous owner left it there," he snapped back at me, already a few feet away. I grimaced at his attitude and followed behind, my body cradling his sweater jacket like a lifeline.
We trudged for a few more minutes into the dark alleys, the all too familiar ones that, only a few hours ago, was supposedly my worst nightmare, maybe last. I shivered and brought his jacket closer to mine, almost scrunching it and inhaled deeply, calming myself like a scented candle.
"What are you doing?" He asked, flabbgerghasted as I looked up, shocked. We were already there and Edward's eyes were wide.
"Nothing." I managed to squeak out, throwing off the jacket and rushing into the loft. It was dark and being in such a hurry, a stupid telephone line tripped me. Oh great, stupid Edward and his telephone lines tripping me and making me fall...
Sigh, Bella, Bella, Bella... rofl xD Reviews please? They make me feel warm and fuzzy -heart shape- or...-happy smile- :) Haha.