After finishing my shift, my shaky fingers started to punch the keys in my phone. I was nervous just to text Edward. I mean this was my crush for over a month after all.
Me: Hey, its Jasper aka Jazz. I just got off work. Where would you like to meet?
Edward: There is a bar by the beach, The Wave, have you heard of it?
Me: Yeah, I heard of the place. Okay, I'll meet you there in about a half an hour.
Edward: Cool, see you then.
I made my way through the crowded bar, pushing through the herd, examining the bodies around me trying to find that one familiar face.
Jesus, who would have thought it would be this jam packed at this hour?
Maybe meeting at a bar wasn't the best idea.
It was his idea though.
Oh shit, maybe this is just like a friend's thing to him?
Maybe I misread his intentions for us?
God, I feel so stupid right now.
I was contemplating leaving when I caught sight of Edward at the bar with a beer in his hands. His back was to me; his attention was on the t.v. showing the latest sports game results. He looked out of place; he fingers tapped his beer bottle nervously as he bounced one leg on the ground.
Maybe he is just as equally out of his comfort zone with this as I am?
I cautiously made my way over to him as doubts crowded my head. Just as I was approaching, Edward turned and noticed me. He gave me a genuine smile which eased a bit of my worry.
"Hey, glad you could make it." He said over the loud chatter of people and sounds in the background.
"What?!" I asked barely understanding what he just said.
He leaned forward causing me to blush a little as he got close to my ear, "Glad you could come!"
I just nodded in response knowing if I spoke he surely wouldn't hear me.
"I'm sorry; I didn't realize it would be this busy! You want to go for a walk?" Edward replied.
"I'm sorry, I can barely hear you!" I all but shout back.
"LET'S GO OUTSIDE!" Edward yelled over the noise and motioned me to follow him.
I for one was glad to leave the chaos; I got enough of that at work.
Edward and I walked a good block or two in silence, admiring the ocean view. It was pretty dark out, the only light we had was the glow of the moonlight and the small light that shine from the streetlights. I followed Edward out to the sand sitting on a nearby bench.
It was starting to become clear we were both strangers and didn't really know anything about each other.
Edward turned to face me.
"So…do you like your job Jazz?" He asked breaking the silence.
I made a disgusted face making us both share a laugh.
"Yeah, that's what I thought." He said to himself as if in thought.
I fidget with my hands nervously as he took a swig of his beer.
Well, this is awkward.
"So what do you want to do for a living, what are your goals jazz?" Edward asked trying to make conversation.
Oh god, any question but that.
Kill me, just kill me now!
"I don't really want to talk about work, if you don't mind." I somewhat snapped.
"I'm sorry, did I say something wrong?" Edward asked worried he offended me.
Great, now I sound like a dick.
"No, it's just…" I paused to run a hand through my hair in stress.
Great, now I'm copying his stress traits.
"I still haven't quite figured that out and it just brings up a lot of stress and frustration I'm trying to avoid." I confessed.
"Ah, I understand. We can change the subject. What do you want to talk about?" He asked before taking another sip of his beer.
"What's with all the beer, are you an alcoholic or something?" I blurted out before I could stop myself.
He nearly choked on his beer from my response.
Fuck Jazz, what the hell is wrong with you?!
Are you trying to sabotage this?!
"I mean you seem to like to drink a lot. I mean you buy lots of beer." I rambled off, trying to save myself.
Is that what you think? He asked amused.
"Shit, I'm sorry Edward. I don't know what to think. I just said the first thing that came to me. I should really think before I speak." I confessed.
Edward shook his head in understanding.
"I actually rarely drink. The beer I get from your store is for my dad. Umm, my uh mom died a few years back and my dad took it rather hard. I guess you could say he has become a borderline alcoholic. My dad never really drank much when I was growing up but since my mom has died he has used beer as a way to kind of cope with the loss."
"Wow, shit Edward, I'm sorry."
Could I feel any more like an ass?!
Is it possible?
"It's ok, you didn't know." He said before taking a drink.
"You know my parents were together for 30 years, together till death…" He trailed off.
"It's so sad." I expressed, realizing the night was not going the way I thought it was.
God, what a depressing, fucked up night.
Can we just start over, please?
"You know I thought the same thing at first but I actually find it a bit endearing that a couple can stay together till death, kind of gives you hope that true love does exist." Edward said with a small smile on his lips.
He is so cute and full of surprises.
Who would have thought Edward was a romantic?
Can I kiss you?
How is it you can feel so close to someone, yet feel so far away?
"Well damn, it's been pretty deep and dark for a first hangout; here I thought things were going to be light and fun." I confessed deep in my thoughts.
"I know, right?" Edward agreed.
"What's wrong with us?" He added, causing us both to snicker.
"The jury is still out on that one." I said giving him a small smile.
We sat there in silence, as our snickers died down and smiles faded.
It became still, dreamlike with the sounds of the waves, the feel of the light breeze hitting our skin and our deep stares as if we were looking into each other's soul.
Before I knew what was happening his soft lips crashed on mine.
Fuck me!
My greedy mouth met his with all the desire I had for him. My hand grabbed the side of his head pulling him closer if possible, he moaned in the kiss as my tongue came out to play. I felt a shiver run down my spine as our tongues connect. His hands held onto my waist, our breathing picked up.
Fuck yeah!
I never want to stop kissing him.
I could feel myself getting excited downstairs. I knew if I didn't stop kissing Edward soon I wouldn't be responsible for my actions. I didn't want to stop; it felt so good, so right. I decided to push my luck; I moved my hands from his head down to his thighs, gripping them. He gasped and parted the kiss, removing my hands.
"Jazz, there is something you should know about me." Edward panted.
"Okay?" I replied, licking my lips, missing the taste of him.
"I never felt this way before, for a guy, ever."
RED FLAG, RED FLAG!
"So you're what, bi?" I asked beginning to panic.
"I, shit, I don't know. I've only dated women. I mean…" He confessed.
"Wait; was that your first kiss with a guy ever?"
Edward nodded in response.
Fuck my life!
Note: Yeah, it just got a whole lot more awkward. Reviews are greatly appreciated. :)