I just really love this story and I think I really wanna continue with it, the storyline and everything already planned...but I'm just too lazy to type it. LOL. Haha, I suck :(
"How many times a day do you expect yourself to be saved, might I ask?" Two strong white arms wrapped themselves around my waist as his velvety voice enveloped my ears like the darkness. I shut my eyes and wished I hadn't just completely embarrassed myself. Too late.
"Yeah umm, sorry." I whispered, thought of what to do, and rushed back onto course - the safety of my room.
I closed the door on my way in and sighed, releasing relief and anxiety. I slid down on the floor, leaning back on the door and thought about today. So, I run away from home, arrive at New York City, get chased by a bunch of men that probably had some plans for me that could...mean serious disaster, and then I meet some gorgeous life saver, find residence in his home, eat dinner with him, want to slap the strawberry blond waitress from the restaurant, return to my current living quarters, trip and get saved by Edward, and now sitting on the floor thinking of the day.
What a long and eventful day I had.
My consciousness told me I should shower and soon. A yawn slipped from my mouth as I grabbed my pajamas and showering necessities. The only few things I'd brought along in my bags seemed to be very pitiful, very little and not enough to sustain much longer. I groaned and thought about where to go shopping tomorrow and then work on getting into Julliard. Those, would have to be my priorities and distractions.
"Hey, are you going to shower?" A soft knock on the door and voice called.
I reached for the door and opened it to find, who else, Edward, there. What really shocked me was the white sleeveless shirt he was wearing. Not only were they tight and showed off his muscular body, it was slightly wet and in some areas, revealing a bit of skin. Hmm, I can definitely get used to this.
"Oh, yeah...I'll get right on it." I grabbed my showering gadgets and headed towards the bathroom.
When I was in the archway of the simple and clean bathroom, the water was already running, steaming up the mirror and room like a sauna. There were flower petals thrown into the tub with several candles lit and placed around the tub's rim.
"I thought it might be a nice welcoming gesture." Edward answered my question before it was spoken.
"Oh, thank you." I looked back and blushed. He were in such proximity, I could feel the soft breathing and captivating smell of him. The scent was more powerful, being so close and my nose perked and ready to take a big, long waft of it.
"Well, I'll let you shower. The controls are fairly easy, right is hotter, left is colder. Middle is warm. You're a smart girl, you'll know." He smiled and left, closing the door behind him. By the time I'd taken off my somewhat smelly and dirtied clothing, the faint sounds of a piano was heard...but it was too soft for me to be certain. I shrugged and got into the warm and unbearably soothing bath tub, letting the water ease the tensions in my muscles.
I'd let my mind flood with all the experiences today, generally happy with slight reminensce...
It was my first time away from home, and though I was trying to be independant, worried as heck about my parents. Problems began forming in my head, the Julliard auditions prioritized before everything else. The money as well, how was I to pay for the rent and tuition fees...being unemployed and the sock of money losing much of its contents if I didn't start earning some.
I heard it again...the same soft sounds of the piano...the flow of keys as they entered the bathroom and filling it with music. It was an unrecognized melody, beautiful and glorious all the same, yet a sense of sadness...like the bittersweet memories of a failed relationship. The arrangement wasn't one that I had heard of, completely unknown in the world of music, but equally well written to oppose those of the works of Mozart and Beethoven.
Curious, I stepped out of the tub and dried myself, hurrying to find the source. When I opened the door of the bathroom, the music had stopped abruptly, like someone had pressed paused on the stereo. But with highly trained ears, I could still identify where the piano sounds were from, in the music room.
Edward stepped out, eyes glistening and head low. His shoulders were hunched, disappointed in some way?
"What's wrong?" I asked, watching Edward as he lifted his head and smiling, but without much happiness.
"Nothing. So, I see you've got the shower to work?" he asked back, with a forced smile, it was almost heartbreaking. I couldn't truly identify why, at that moment, I wanted to make him happy, or at least save him from the sadness that seemed to be biting away the cheerier...or at least more controlled person, that I'd met earlier. They seemed two separate beings as I watched him enter his room.
I sighed, not bothering to understand the complex machinery that happened within a man's mind and decided it was best to leave it alone. The night wasn't exactly young, yet I was still unable to get some rest, though a long and eventful day. How did one get so much adrenaline into her body to not fall asleep through today, was out of my own questions.
I cudddled up into the bed, propping my pillow up and leaning on the wall with it, thinking, when a soft knock sounded.
"I hope your sleeping arrangements are accomodatable?" Edward asked, biting his lips and eyes a mesmerising sparkle of emerald green. It was breathtaking.
"You can just say good night." I smiled at his formal behaviour.
"Well, good night." He nodded and smiled as well. Again, a forced smile.
"Good night and sweet dreams." He left the room, with something just to the side of his eyes. I wasn't able to identify what'd it been, but definitely wasn't there before. It glistened too.
The night was a long, tiring one as I finally fell asleep.
Kay, so what have we known so far? Edward's a bit...OOOH!! :D
Reviews please? I have this PERFECT plot for the story and I just KNOW it's gonna be a big hit so I just kinda wanna see if you guys like it? (Cause there's no use if an author thinks its good, it's all about the readers :P)