Here's one from Seth's POV. I thought it'd be funny to do something that's his idea. I have my next chapter ready and I hope you like this one enough for me to publish another. REVIEW!!!

"Misty's gone." I told Edward as soon as she left my house. We finished studying a little early. I really liked her, but I don't think she felt the same way, although I don't see how she couldn't after we have been spending so much time together. It's not what normal friends do. I did a little happy dance inside my head. It consisted of the running man, robot, a few twists and shakes, with some electric slide for flair.

"I'm coming." I heard a slam, keys rattling, footsteps, more keys, another slam, more keys, and a roar of the Volvo.

Click. More happy dancing. "I'm too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for my shirt, so sexy it huuurrrttttsss! Ice, ice, baby dun da dun dun da dun dun. Pretty wo—man, walking down the street. I've been really trying baby, trying to hold back this feeling for soo long, but if you feel, like I feel baby, come on, OOH, come on," Crash! "Oh, crap. I didn't know we had a vase? Are there any flowers around? No. Ah, mom won't notice. Let's get it ooon. Le-et's get it on."

"What in the world?" Edward's face was surprised as soon as I opened my eyes. Edward's eyes shot from me to the vase, and back to me. I decided to keep my eyes closed and maybe I would waltz around everything.

My arms were still in the air, mid snap. I had hit the high notes so I thought I'd keep the beat. Quite frankly I was amazing. "How long have you been there?"

"You really need to lock your doors."

"Why'd you just barge in?" It's my house, not his. Yes, he is welcome anytime and in a fight he more than likely would snap me in half, but…well…pride.

"You said 'come on, OOH come on,'" Edward mocked me with his eyes closed, threw his head back with the 'OOH' and snapped the beat. He finished and composed himself. I thought you were talking to me. Now I see you weren't." Edward laughed.

I lowered my hands and rubbed my hair. I sing better.

He smiled. "Don't worry, I won't tell."

"I don't care. Tell the whole world. Tell everyone, tell the news so they can tell the entire town at six thirty!" Please keep this to yourself.

"Whoa, chill. Marvin Gaye? Really? Come on, yeah, it's a classic, but there is so much more. Claire de Lune, now that's music."

I cocked my eyebrow. Music? That's crap. Where are the words? Some chick pecking away at an oversized, buck-toothed, object, that's not music. "Yeah…"

"It is. Whatever, we have things to do."

'Things to do' is an understatement. We had planning, strategizing, illustrating, articulating, and every other awesome word ending in –ing.

"Well…"

"Oh, yeah. Did you bring the paper?"

"Of course, with our ideas."

"All of them?"

"Do I appear to be the type of person to forget something? Are you insulting me, Seth?" Edward stepped one foot closer to me, threatening.

I wasn't expecting it and jumped four steps back. "No, no not at all." Stupid golden eyes. Did they have to be like looking in a mirror? Personally, I thought I was way more attractive, but Misty didn't think so. Always talking to him. The thought made my eyes narrow. She's mine.

His position straightened. "I was kidding. Now come on. Taylor added some things."

I sat at my kitchen table. "You let her read this?" I screamed in a higher pitch than normal for guys my age. Now she's going to know.

Edward sat down, but then stood again, looking ashamed. "She's not going to say anything, She already knows. She asked."

Do you have a spine? "I wonder how she already knows. If she 'asked' you to take a shot of Tequila, jump off a bridge, swim to China, and buy sixteen cats, would you?"

I actually beat him for once. "She wouldn't ask me to do that, besides she's allergic to cats." He defiantly said.

Wouldn't ask to do that my—"Now you going to do it or not?" Edward stop interrupting my thoughts, I try to think one thing and you must say something. Geez, it's almost like you know when I think something I shouldn't, freak.

"She doesn't like me and this is going to make me seem like a pansy."

"Is not."

"How do you know?" I swear if he says 'I know her' or 'she told me' I'm going to jump across this dollar store plastic table and strangle him.

"Taylor?"

Well played Edward, but you're lying, she doesn't know. You don't keep things like this out in the open. You think I don't know you. "Taylor what?" Yeah, pass this test.

"Taylor said she wouldn't think you were a pansy."

LIES! LIES! It's all LIES! "In those exact words?"

"Sure."

"Sure? How can she be sure?"

Edward gave me a 'come on' look. Like Misty's. Aaahhh! I'm falling for her. No, I've already fallen for her. Not fallen, more like slipped and decided not to get back up. "They're attached at the hip. They almost know what each other thinks and I don't think Taylor likes her being a third wheel. I don't like you being a third wheel. She…just...well…I don't like her going on every date Taylor and I have."

How dare you? She's there when I have to be the third wheel. She's amazing. Amazing company. Sarcastic, funny, caring, loving, lovely, smart…"How do I start?"

"Well for Taylor I would…." He rambled on about big words and quoted poetry from the Ice Age. Maybe Taylor likes that, but not Misty. It's my fault, I shouldn't have asked.

"Alright. I think I got a good start." Psshhht! Good start? I'm worse off than when I started. Now freaking Casanova and Fabio over here has to go and be all knight in shining armor. No, if she wanted that she would have gone for it. She doesn't. But does she want me?

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