I was sitting in seats in the audience when I felt someone's eyes trained on my back. I turned around and searched around too see if anyone was looking at me and my eyes immediately locked on Edward. His chocolaty brown orbs held something that reminded me of eagerness and childhood curiosity. I wondered why he would be so curious about me, and of course my over imaginative mind couldn't help but tell me what I could only wish for. HE LIKES YOUUUUUUUUUUUUU! It practically screamed at me making me cringe. Ang unfortunately caught my expression and raised an eyebrow as to ask, "What's your problem?" I tapped shook my head and tapped my forehead as an answer her question. We don't even have to speak to have a conversation. We just know what the other wants to say, which is why when we are around other people that we don't know that well we don't talk we kind of just stare at each other moving slightly and have a nice little conversation with each other. We are still like that today.
You know, he didn't even know me. I didn't even know him. I don't understand why people go after others that they don't even know and insist that they were meant for each other, when the guy that they are pining after could be a serial killer and end up getting obsessed with her and than he starts stalking her and in the end tries to kill them both at the same time because he thought that it would be romantic or something like that. But its not like that happened to my aunt or anything and now she is completely alone cuz she is too scared to even talk to a guy because she thinks that all guys are obsessive killers. Anywayyyyyyyyyys, back to the part that you actually want to hear. My story.
When we were done with getting our notes before the rehearsal would actually start, I got up and started stretching and yawned loudly watching Edward out of the corner of my eye. He abruptly turned around and caught me staring directly at him. Thankfully Scott was right behind him so I acted like I was looking at Scott and he caught my eye moving and such. He walked down the stairs slowly passing right by me and I swear I could detect a hint of a smile playing on his lips, like he knew exactly why I was staring at him. I could feel a blush growing on my cheeks, but I quickly stopped it from telling everyone here that I was embarrassed about something, because than I would have to answer questions about it and I am like the worst liar EVER, so a blush is not an option.
Angela nudged me towards the stairs with a smirk and whispered, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do." I could practically hear her laughing at my blush which I'm sure she knew I was wearing. My eyes traveled up the stairs and somehow summoned my body to fallow. I was nervous as fuck, pardon my language but at the time I was extremely nervous because, out of nowhere this courage came out of me that told me that I was going to talk to him and he was going to like it. He was going to fall in love with me and we were going to get married and have four adorable little children and live the rest of our days together. Well, at least you are marries to him in your head because it will probably NEVER happen in real life. My inner voice just had to tell me. I dragged my feet on the stairs delaying the inevitable, and just as I got to the top of the stairs Edward came out of the booth and rounded the corner right into me. He didn't even say sorry, but at the moment I didn't care.
He muttered something about how I Kate wanted me to go over my sound cues before we started, and all I could do was nod and avoid all eye contact with him, because I knew if I caught sight of his eyes I would probably stare into them for an awkwardly long amount of time and than things wouldve been pretty awkward in the booth. The last thing that I ever wanted at that moment was to chip away all of his layers all the way down to his core to figure out every thing about him that I could. I should've been focusing on the play but I just couldn't. All I cared about was that there was an attractive guy next to me. Most of my thoughts revolved around him.
I got through my cues without busting any eardrums thankfully, and Kate left me confident that I could get through the rehearsal without messing up too bad. If only it really was that way. I found myself getting distracted by Edward several times and found myself scrambling to get everything in order a few times. When I would actually be paying attention, Edward would turn his entire body towards me and just stare at me. I couldn't tell if he wanted to talk to me, or look at me, or just make me feel awkward, and if that was the case, than he did exactly what he wanted to do. I picked up my phone and tilted it a bit downward to keep the light from blinding me. I texted Ang.
B- This is so awkward. He is just staring at me. WHAT DO I DO?
I set it down in front of me and waited for her to reply. In the meantime he hadn't moved at all, and seemed very content in staring directly at me. I could practically feel his eyes burning a hole in my head. I tapped my fingers on my leg and looked towards the stage and to the wall that I knew she was right behind. If only I was like Xavier and I could communicate to Ang without talking, just thinking; than I would think to her that she really needs to look at her phone. Or hell, screw phones she could just think what I should do and I would hear it! If only that could happen. But no, we are stuck in a world without mutants or wizards so we must rely on technology to communicate with people long distance. It's sad really.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw a green flash come from my phone. I sighed in relief, and picked it up to find out what Ang had to say.
A- HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO SAY THIS?! BE URSELF! If he can't handle what u have to offer than he isn't worth it!
I read the text in her voice, and she sounded pretty frustrated to me. I read it over a few times and let her words sink into my head and I knew that she was right. I couldn't expect anything more than a relationship that isn't even a friendship if I didn't put myself out there too him. It's about time that I manned up and got what I wanted. I smiled to myself and sent out Ang another text.
B- U know what?! U are absolutely right! I am going to talk to this guy and I am going to get the relationship out of him that I deserve!
I sent it too her and then realized one thing that was wrong with my plan. You can't force someone to love you. Suddenly every single little thing that could go wrong just happened to run through my head. Me humiliating myself, etc,etc. But I pushed back all of those thoughts.
A- Remember, STAY POSITIVE!
This is one of the reasons that I love this girl to death. She gives me exactly what I need to hear without even knowing it sometimes. I put my phone back down knowing that I had a cue soon and checked everything to make sure that I was ready for it. I turned my attention to the stage and watched them act out the hospital scene. Bette, the main character was having a baby, but it was still-born and what they do to the baby still puts a smile on my face. Now if you don't really have a particular sense of humor than you probably wont enjoy this as much as Edward and I did at the moment.
The doctor walked on stage with a baby wrapped in a bundle of blankets, stopped centre stage, and looked up to the audience and said, "The baby's dead." and than dropped the dead baby on the stage and wiped his hands. Everyone else on stage acted like they were shocked, but I could see a very faint smile on the lips of some of the actors. Bette's father went over and picked up the baby, and than just happened to realize that the baby was in fact not dead. I couldn't help but laughing at the sight. I let a few words slip out. "Well that baby has some brain damage." Edward looked at me and laughed. "Yah, I'm surprised it isn't dead from being dropped." I laughed at his joke, but then we were forced to be serious again, because we both had to do our cues. We didn't say anything else to each other that day, but hey, at least we broke the ice! Now the next step is to hold a conversation for more than a few seconds. If that is even possible.
^%^&*(%$^&*(*%^$^&*(&^%&*(&^*&^*()*&^%&*(&^%$^&*(&^%$^&*(&^%$^&*&^%$^&*Well hello there! First of all thank you for reading my story! It means like A LOT to me! Another thanks to my puppy princess for sitting in my lap and not biting me this time while i type, and for not trying to write for me. She can be a turd sometimes XD Pretty please review and make my day! Criticize me or what not, I JUST WANT TO KNOW WHAT YOU THINK! I will update every Sunday or Friday, depending on when I have a chapter done lol! Until next time my lovelies!
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-Ashley