". . .so then, we went to the airport and then I had to go inside to go through security but Edward couldn't so he had to stay on the outside and we started shouting at each other through the windows –"
"Um, why?" Kim interjected, looking confused.
"Because we couldn't hear each other," I explained. "But I yelled too loud near the security gates and people were staring at me—so embarrassing."
Victoria chuckled, taking a sip of her drink and then asked, "but Edward's in London, right?
"Yes," I answered. "He left a message while I was at the record meeting. So I called him back and invited him here tonight," I told them, leaving out the fact that I had listened to Edward's message two more times before I calmed myself down enough to call him back and not sound like an obsessed fan girl.
I was at the pub relaying the Malta part of the story to Kim and Victoria. Their partners, Jared and James, were sitting across from us at the table, caught up in a heated discussion about rugby. Or maybe it was about Eurovision—I wasn't sure. We were still waiting on Vera and Edward to join us.
"That's such a cute story, Bella," Kim gushed with a dreamy expression on her face. She was Victoria's assistant and at twenty-one years old, she was the youngest in our group. She was a perky, bubbly girl with almond shaped eyes and long, shiny hair that I was in constant envy of because it naturally curled at the ends like a shampoo commercial. "I'm excited to meet a guy that has blue hair," Kim added happily.
"It isn't blue anymore," I corrected. "It's just a regular brown. Well, light brown… light-ish, I think."
"Okay. So he has light brown hair and he's obviously fit," Kim remarked with a nod. "Now I'm more excited to meet him then I was before."
"What do you mean 'obviously' fit? I never said anything about him being good looking," I said quickly and took a large swig of my drink only to realize that I only had ice left.
"You're dressed up," Kim pointed out with a smirk.
The pub was a 't-shirt, closed shoes and jeans' type of place but tonight I had dug out a nicer pair of jeans and a flowing gray-and-white lace top that I thought I looked good in. So what. It didn't mean anything.
"I. . .haven't had time to do any laundry," I fibbed.
"Well, it's nice. Plus, it makes you look chestier," Kim added casually.
"It does?" I turned to Victoria, who bought me the top, my eyes wide. "I thought you gave me this top because you said I looked good in gray. How chesty are we talking?"
Victoria was only half listening, her gaze somewhere else. She dismissed my comment with a flick of her hand. "You look fine, lovie."
"I'm putting my coat back on," I declared, twisting in my seat to reach my coat that was hanging on the back of my chair.
"Stupid slag ," Victoria said suddenly, her eyes narrow.
"I'm a slag for wanting to put my coat on?" I asked her, feeling hurt.
"What? No! Not you," Victoria said, shaking her head. She leaned over and squeezed my arm and nodded at something. I glanced over to see a pretty brunette with her hair in braids, clearing glasses two tables away from ours. "The barmaid. I've been trying to get her attention for the past ten minutes so we can order another round of drinks but she keeps ignoring me. Dumb slag knows who I am," she muttered darkly. "We went to the same high school. We've always hated each other."
At the mention of another round of drinks, the two men resurfaced from their conversation to finally talk to us.
"Another round?" James questioned gruffly. "Whose go is it?"
James was a blond headed hulk of man—an ex-wrestler turned bodyguard. It suited him just fine since he didn't smile much and talked in short, clipped demands. Vera hired him to flank my side for anything that involved crowds during both my album releases. He was very good, never was pushy or handsy with me, which I liked.
While Jared and Kim were the younger couple of our group, in their early twenties, Victoria and James were the oldest, both in their mid thirties. They were married, going eight years strong. I asked her once how she and James met. She answered me with a straight face: "James and I have known each other since the dawn of time, lovie. You know Adam and Eve? We're the reincarnated version of them."
Victoria was tall, slim and wore thick-rimmed cat eyeglasses that were green and made her red hair stand out like a flame. I never saw the glasses off her face and was convinced she showered and slept with them on. Victoria was a hardass and never took no for an answer – something my breasts could attest to from being squashed into many form fitting outfits I've been forced into over the years. She was similar to Vera like that. But unlike Vera, who told anyone anything and everything without taking their feelings into consideration, Victoria actually thought about how her words sounded before she said them.
Jared slammed one hand lightly against the tabletop. "I vote for Bella to get the next round," he announced.
Jared was my second guitarist and vocalist that I used during my acoustic performances. With his dark hair, nice biceps and killer smile, Jared got as much attention from my performances as I did. When they first met, he and Kim hit it off straight away. With his great smile and her perfect hair – Jared was the toothpaste commercial to her shampoo one.
"We're celebrating her achievement," Kim pointed out. "Its not fair that she buy the drinks."
Jared waved his hand in a dismissive manner, swaying slightly. "We'll give her money. But I think we'll get our drinks a lot quicker if she approaches the bar yelling, 'Out of the way, peasants! Don't you know who I am?'"
We laughed at him and I said, "how about you try that for me, Jared?"
"Okay. I will." He stood up immediately and ambled off toward the bar.
I stared after him. "That was a joke."
"I'll go make sure the big lug doesn't get us kicked out," Kim told us and rushed after him. James stood up and headed toward the bathroom, leaving Victoria and I at the table.
My coat was still sitting on the back of my chair and I fiddled with one of the sleeves, contemplating whether or not to put it on. I looked to Victoria to ask her what she thought I should do, to see her gazing up at the ceiling with slightly squinted eyes.
"Trading in fashion for architecture?" I prompted her teasingly.
"I'm thinking about how to say something."
"To the wooden beams on the ceiling?"
"To you," Victoria said warily, looking away from the ceiling to me. She pushed her glasses up her nose. "I'm trying to figure out a way to tell you something without sounding like a total bitch."
"Okay," I said, bracing myself.
"It's your story. About being in Malta with Edward." She hesitated and I nodded for her to continue. She spoke carefully, as if choosing her words. "How do you think you acted with him?"
"I think I acted fine?" I frowned. "How do you think I acted?"
"I think you acted fine too," Victoria responded quickly. "Fine, but maybe a little, uh, pushy." she shrugged, grimacing.
"Pushy?" I repeated in disbelief, my mouth falling open slightly. "I am not pushy. I wasn't doing anything that was pushy. What makes you think I was being pushy?"
Victoria cringed slightly and I snapped my mouth shut, realizing how I sounded.
"You only being a little bit pushy," Victoria remarked reluctantly.
"But how?" I asked meekly.
Victoria took a deep breath and began ticking things off her fingers. "When the two of you were at the fountain, he said he wanted to go back to the reception, but you didn't let him. When you mentioned a bar being near the fountain, he said he wanted to go to it but you pulled him back. Literally," she emphasized with raised eyebrows. I began to protest but she talked over me. "And then the taxi—he only wanted to go back to the hotel but you forced him to go to the airport instead."
"That's what Vera said, but I didn't force him," I argued. "It was a…trick! You know, a joke? You're making it sound as if I knocked Edward out, tossed him over my shoulder and threw him into the trunk of the taxi."
Victoria held up her hands. "You know what? Forget it. I shouldn't have said anything."
"No, I need to explain," I said hotly, sitting up straighter in my chair. "I know it might seem like I was being pushy, but I wasn't. I wasn't. We were just joking around! I was joking around, Edward was joking around; that's just how we are. I'm not bossy or pushy or anything like that. You'll see it when he gets here and we start talking. You'll see that I'm not pushy, okay?"
Victoria was regarding me warily throughout my rant and I snapped my mouth shut realizing, once again, how I sounded.
Suddenly, I had a deja vu moment; a drink was placed on the table and I glanced up to see Edward standing next to me.
"Hi," he greeted with a smile that was impossible not to return.
"Hi!" I blurted out a little too loudly, the conversation with Victoria momentarily forgotten. "How are you?"
"Me too." Me too? What a dope. I don't know why I said that. He didn't ask me how I was. I cleared my throat and pushed the chair out next to me. "Have a seat."
"Thanks." Edward placed his pint glass on the table and sat down as a waitress approached us with a full drink tray, setting drinks down on our table. Surprised, I glanced at Edward. "When I walked in, I saw you sitting with your friends so I went to the bar and told them to get another round of whatever you guys were drinking," he explained.
"Really? You didn't have to do that," I said.
"Yeah, that's really nice of you," Victoria chimed in. I glanced at her to see her regarded Edward and me with a smile. "Random American Stranger Who Bella Hasn't Introduced Me To Yet," she added teasingly.
"This is Victoria," I told Edward. "She gets paid to tell me what to wear. To big events. Not to the pub," I said. "I'm perfectly capable of dressing myself for the pub."
"True," Victoria acknowledged as she waved our friends back over to the table. She leaned toward Edward and said, "but if I'd had known a guy as handsome as you were coming I would've told her to wear something a lot nicer. Possibly with a deeper V-neck."
I'm stunned into silence by Victoria's comment. Edward, however, merely laughed.
"I think what Bella's wearing is just fine," Edward told her, smiling warmly.
"Me too," Victoria said with a nod. She moved out of his personal space and nodded in my direction. "Its just fun to make Bella's eyes look like they're going to fall out of her head."
They both glanced in my direction, amused. I quickly rearranged my expression. "Shut up," I mumbled, swiping my drink to take a hasty sip.
The rest of my friends returned to the table and I made quick introductions to Edward as they sat down.
"You forgot Vera," James said to me.
I frowned, confused. "She isn't here yet."
"Yes she is," Vera herself answered, taking a seat on the other side of me.
"You came!" I said brightly. I hugged her sideways and she tensed.
"Really?" Vera pushed me away gently, looking annoyed. "We just saw each other a few hours ago."
I bumped my shoulder with hers. "I'm just glad you're here, Vera."
"Appreciate that, Vera," Victoria remarked mockingly, tilting her glass in our direction. "Bella's the only one on the planet who enjoys your company. The entire universe even."
The others sniggered or smirked in response. Vera just sniffed and glanced away.
"You remember Edward, right Vera?" I said, gesturing to Edward, and he gave her a small wave.
Vera glanced his way, her usual serious expression unchanging. "Sure," she said, and then took a sip of her drink, glancing away again.
Kim looked around the table. "Whose turn is it to toast Bella?"
Whenever a new round was brought to the table, everyone had been taking turns toasting my accomplishment. "You guys," I remarked warily. "No more toasts."
They all ignored me. "Vera," Jared declared quickly. "Because she just got here."
Vera shrugged. "Sure. Whatever."
"What are we toasting?" Edward questioned as everyone picked up their drinks, ready for Vera's toast.
"The record label meeting that I had this morning?" I prompted him and Edward nodded. "It was about their American sister label offering me a recording contract. It includes a promotional tour that I'll go on in about six months time."
"Wow. That's great," Edward said sincerely.
"'Wow. That's great'?" Jared repeated monotonously. He squinted his eyes at Edward and then glanced at me. "You sure this lame sod is your friend, Bella?"
"Yes. And don't call him that," I admonished. "Edward's not in the music scene, so he wouldn't know how this works."
"Did I say something wrong?" Edward looked concerned.
"No, it's okay," I assured him at the same time that Vera said, "Yes."
"It's all right, Vera," I cautioned her.
"No, it's not." Vera bristled. "You sure as hell did not work your ass off for six years to get a 'wow that's great' response from someone." She turned to Edward, with her 'about-to-open-a-can-of-whoop-ass' face on.
"Let me explain how Bella's multimillion record deal offer works," she began, her tone snippy. "And yes, I said 'multimillion' which Bella left out because she's down playing it. By 'it' I mean that her music will get air play on the radio; it means that she'll go on morning TV talk shows, afternoon TV talk shows, night time TV talked shows and late night TV shows to perform her music and talk about her music. But most importantly - it means that she'll get coverage in her home country which she should've had right from the start when she was trying to get a record deal at eighteen, but couldn't because you're sodding country had it's head so stuck up it's fucking arse listening to all that Disney and auto-tuned bullshit you pass as music that it took six fucking years for you to recognize Bella's amazing fucking talent. She may be American, but Europe and the UK have claimed Bella as their own, so good fucking luck trying to get her back on your side, because we aren't letting her go."
We all gaped at her as she lifted her glass in my direction as a toast, and then downed the entire contents. Jared was the one to break the silence first, whooping loudly.
"Here, here!" he yelled and sloshed some beer on the table, raising his glass to the center of it.
The others laughed, joining him in lifting their glasses to the middle. "Congratu–fucking–lations, Bella!" Victoria said loudly.
I gave them a tight-lipped smile, my face pink from Vera's toast, clinking my own glass with theirs. I took a small sip, glancing Vera's way. She was looking pointedly away from us, her expression tense and angry. I wanted to say something to her but was unable to come up with anything. Vera was almost always grouchy, although something about her rant was different and I couldn't quite figure out why.
"So, Edward," Jared began. "First time in London?"
"Uh, yes. Is it that obvious?" he asked with a light laugh.
Jared shrugged. "You're staring at your pint like you don't know what to make of it."
I looked at the glass in Edward's hand, realizing what he had ordered. "You got a Guinness?"
"I saw it in a movie once," Edward admitted with a sheepish grin. "Thought I'd try it while I was here."
"What do you think of it?" Kim prompted him.
"It's. . ." Edward squinted at his pint glass, looking thoughtful. "Tepid," he finally settled on.
The table laughed, and Jared clapped Edward on the back. "Don't worry," he declared cheerfully. "We'll convert you into loving it."
Conversation flowed from there, Edward fitting in easily with my friends. It was just after midnight when Vera leaned toward me and said that she was calling it a night.
I attempted to make her stay. "Aw, come on, Vera. One more drink. It's still early."
She shook her head. "It's been a long day and I'm tired."
I gave her an over exaggerated pout. "All right. I'll walk you out."
"I'm a proper grown up, Bella," Vera stated warily, gathering her things. "I can walk myself out just fine."
I ignored her, standing up from the table and announced to the others, "Vera's leaving."
There was a chorus of 'bye' and 'goodnight' and a 'nice to meet you' from Edward.
"Yeah, bye," Vera responded curtly before stalking off.
My friends rolled their eyes at Vera's retreating back. I gave them an apologetic grimace as they delved back into their conversation before following after Vera.
"I meant it when I said I could walk my self out," Vera said once I stood next to her on the tried to hail a cab coming toward us but it ignored her outstretched hand and kept driving.
"I know. I just wanted to say thanks for coming and that I'll talk to you tomorrow," I told her.
I frowned. "No, what?"
"No, we won't talk tomorrow," She waved her hand at another taxi only to have it drive by us again. "I'm flying out to France around noon."
"France?" I repeated, surprised.
"You think you're the only one who gets to go on break?" Vera prompted flatly. "You go on break, I go on break too."
"Right, of course," I said quickly, nodding. "Well, I hope you have a good time in France."
"You too. Enjoy your time with Flower Power Guy," She stated mockingly. A taxi approached us and Vera quickly stuck out her hand. It kept driving and she scowled.
"His name's Edward," I corrected softly. I studied Vera closely, taking in her dark expression. "Are you okay?"
"What?" She said, giving me an exasperated look.
"You're in a mood."
"We've known each other for nearly six years, Bella," Vera remarked with a scoff. "You should know by now that I'm always in a mood."
"Something's wrong," I declared and then glanced back at the pub. "Did one of the others say something to you?"
"Yes, they were mean to me so now I'm going home to cry myself to sleep about it," Vera mocked and then huffed at me. "Jesus, Bella."
I tried again. "Did something happen in Malta?"
She tsked at me, squinting down the street in search of another taxi. "No."
"Did you meet someone?" I asked teasingly. "Is that why you're going to France? Or are you not going to France and you're just using that as an excuse so that you know I'll leave you alone and the two of you can –"
"For fucks sake, Bella!" Vera burst out angrily. I stared at her, taken aback. "Can't a girl just go to France and not be given the third degree about it? Stop being so pushy and get off my fucking back," she snapped at me.
She stomped away but I hurried after her before she could get too far.
"Wait, Vera." I moved in front of Vera so that I was blocking her way and she glared at me. "I'm sorry," I apologized sincerely. "I didn't mean to annoy you. It's just. . .we talk or see each other nearly every day and you've never mentioned France before so I guess I was just surprised."
Vera's shoulder's slumped, some of the tension leaving her body. "I'm sorry too," she apologized, her tone slightly grumpy. "And it's only a holiday, Bella. I just want to take some time off and be alone for a little while."
"All right, fair enough."
"I mean it when I say I want to be alone," she told me sternly. "I won't be answering any calls or emails while I'm gone. If you need anything, Victoria or James can help you out. See you in a week. Be good," she added then made to move past me.
Over her shoulder, I spotted a taxi approaching us. I stuck my fingers in my mouth, whistled, and then waved at the taxi. It pulled to a stop in front of us and I smiled proudly at Vera.
She rolled her eyes but cracked a reluctant smile as she opened the taxi door.
"Have a good time and enjoy yourself in France. You deserve it, best publicist ever," I told her jokingly. Before she could step inside the car, I gave her a quick hug, and she tensed up like she did earlier, but I patted her on the back before she could push me away. "Maybe I'll buy you something. A thank you gift," I said as we pulled apart. "I'll get one of those teddy bears that say 'Best Friends' but scribble out the 'friends' and write 'publicist' instead. Oh! Maybe I could look online and get a personalized one made –"
"Oh my God," Vera interrupted, with a groan. "Goodbye, Bella."
"Bye!" I said cheerfully, closing the taxi door after her. I watched her drive away, thinking about what Vera had said. Then I thought about what Victoria had said to be earlier and came to a sudden realization:
"Wow," I said to myself, as I rubbed a hand down my face. "I'm really annoying."
I glanced behind me to see Edward standing there. "Hey," I responded, mustering a smile. "My friends aren't scaring you, are they?" I teased.
"No, they're okay." he rubbed the back of his neck, looking awkward. "They're sort of in a heated discussion about Vera."
I nodded, knowing what he meant. "Yeah, they're not the biggest fans of Vera."
"They're really not," he agreed and then added, "were you. . .talking to yourself?"
Playing with my hands, I admitted 'yes' with nod. "I just realized how annoying I am."
Edward tilted his head, looking confused and started to say something but I talked over him.
"No, I really am," I told him insistently. "I already knew that I was immature – but that's only because of how I act when I'm excited. My maturity levels go way down. Like, this morning when I found out about my record deal, I twirled and bounced around my kitchen like a twelve year old for about fifteen minutes. And that was only because there was no one around and I didn't care. Because it's my house. I can do whatever I want. But annoying?" I threw my hands up in the air. "I never knew I was like that. Earlier, Victoria said that I was pushy, and just then – Vera said the same thing to me! Do you think I'm pushy? Because I don't mean to be, you know? I'm not being annoying on purpose. I just get carried away and –"
"Can I interrupt for a second?" Edward cut in.
I faltered, dropping my hands. I had probably been waving them around during my rant. "Um, sure," I said. "But only for a second. I'm on a roll with my rant and I want to finish it."
"I don't think you're annoying," he told me. I scoffed in response. He ignored me and continued talking. "I know annoying and pushy, for that matter," he declared firmly. "I grew up with annoying. I spent seventeen years under the same roof as annoying. My sister Alice was the personification, the definition, the symbol, and however else you want to put it, of 'annoying.' She pestered everyone until they did everything her way. She guilt tripped people into doing things, and if you didn't side with her in an argument, she'd think that you're automatically siding with 'the enemy, even though you're Switzerland. She could never mind her own business and liked to give her opinion when it wasn't wanted; and then when she started college, she was notorious for trying to set people up on dates. Particularly her brother when she came home for the holidays," he muttered with a scowl.
I gave him a flat look. "You're only saying those things because you two are fighting and not talking at the moment."
"I'd still say those things even if we were talking," he said, rolling his eyes. "I'd say it right now if she were standing next to me. She'd probably try and punch me in the mouth, but I'd still say it."
"I'd help Alice and hold you down so she could punch you in other places," I told him and Edward smiled a little. "So, when I'm being annoying," I added thoughtfully, "I just have to think of your sister as being 'the personification, the definition and the symbol' of annoying?"
"Yes. Just remember that someone out there is twice as annoying as you are."
"Thanks. I guess?" I said with a laugh.
"My point is that you didn't push me into doing anything I didn't want to," Edward declared. "I know how to say "no" and trust me, after living with Alice for so long, no one can push me into doing anything. All the things we did in Malta were of my own volition. As for you being pushy – I don't really know." Edward shrugged. "I'm probably not the right person you should be asking that to. We met six years ago for, what? Three? Four days? I know the words to your songs, but as a person I don't know anything. You could be pushy but I don't think you are though. I think you're pretty great," he declared.
"I am great," I agreed teasingly and he laughed lightly. "But if I'm not pushy or annoying," I continued. "then why did you change your mind about coming to London?"
"I don't know," he said with a shrug.
"You don't know?" I echoed with a scoff. "You were pretty adamant in not coming but now you're here. What's that about? I mean, tell me if you want to," I added quickly. "I don't want to push you into it or anything."
Edward rolled his eyes a little and gave me a look. "Okay. Let me see if I can explain," he remarked reluctantly. He looked up at the sky, and then at the pub. "If Beyoncé and Jay–Z were in there having a drink, and they asked you to join them, you'd say yes, but not straight away, right?"
"Uh, heck yeah I'd say yes straight away. And then I'd ask them to adopt me so we could become one big, happy, musical family."
"Okay," Edward dragged out, amused. "But us 'regular people,'" he emphasized teasingly and I made a face at him. "Would probably try to act cool and calm instead of being eager and enthusiastic about it. Because what if your excitement is too much for Beyoncé and Jay–Z and they change their minds about having you at their table? Then you'll never get the chance of having a big, happy, musical family," he quoted with a smirk.
"So. . .you didn't say yes to coming to London straight away because you were trying to be cool?"
"And you're not cool?"
"Definitely not," he said. "I mean, I could be," he added, his voice light and teasing. "But because I'm the handsome one in my band, I can't be everything. I have to leave some characteristics for the other guys."
I laughed. "Right. Of course."
The pub door opened behind him and my friends spilled out, mid conversation about something.
"There you are!" Victoria said, coming over to where Edward and I were standing. They all had their coats on, ready to head home. She handed me my purse and coat. "We were wondering where you two got to."
"We were just talking," I said, putting my coat on. "And saying goodbye to Vera. Did you guys know that she's going to France for the week?"
"That's great," Victoria said, clearly not caring, and I gave her an exasperated look.
"A whole week?" Jared fist pumped the air in excitement, swaying slightly. "Hell yeah!"
"You know she's behind you, right?" James told him gruffly.
Jared, startled, glanced behind him and we all laughed. A rare grin spread across James' face as Jared shoved him in frustration. Unaffected, James pulled Jared into a headlock, and the two started wrestling like teenagers, both laughing and cursing loudly at each other.
"You know how I mentioned earlier about you being pushy with Edward?" Victoria remarked as us girls watched the two boys rough it out.
"Yeah," I responded.
"Disregard that," she told me. I glanced at her in confusion to see that she wasn't watching her husband and Jared wrestle – she was eyeing Edward with a longing expression. "You push Edward all you want," she continued, eyes still on Edward. "Push his shirt off. Push his pants off. Push him on kitchen counter. Push him in the shower. Just. . .yeah. Push him. All day, all night long."
I sputtered out a confused laugh. "I don't even know what that means."
"It means that he's fucking gorgeous, Bella," she declared.
"He's a dreamboat," Kim stated with a sigh. I glanced at her, amused. She was gazing at Edward with the same starry-eyed expression as Victoria. "I like his accent the most. Do you think it's possible to shag an accent?"
"I'd bang him," Victoria announced suddenly and I coughed out a laugh. "I mean, I'd want him to be cute and make me pancakes on a Sunday morning wearing plaid pajamas pants and no shirt and kiss me on the nose and let me run my hands through his messy hair. . .but I'd also bang him."
"Like a screen door in a hurricane," Kim murmured with a little sigh.
"You guys. Oh my God," I managed to choke out, laughing.
The boys finally finished their wrestling match, and ambled in the direction of the car park where James and Victoria's car was. The five of us would be in one car, James being the sober driver and giving me a lift home. Edward would take a taxi to Rosalie and Emmett's place.
Edward and I made plans for what to do tomorrow and everyone said their goodbyes as they piled into the car. We sat in the car for a few moments, the others arguing about what the best route to take to my place, and if Jared and Kim should be dropped off before me. I let them bicker, watching Edward walk away from where I sat up front in the passenger seat, when I suddenly remembered something.
Edward noticed me motioning to him and made his way over. I rolled down the window and he ducked his head to my eye level.
"Before, you mentioned that you know the words to my songs," I said to him. The others paid no attention to us, still arguing. "Do you really?"
"Yeah, I do," Edward responded, a smile playing on his lips. "Only the good ones though."
It took a moment for his comment to sink in. Then I shoved his shoulder lightly. "Shut up."
His smile grew into a lopsided grin that did funny things to my insides and made me look a little too hard at his mouth. He did look quite 'dreamboat-like' then, with the street lamp behind him. His hair was almost reddish in the light. As if he needed good lighting.
And he was still smiling. . .because I was still staring. James turned on the ignition to the car, and the sound snapped me out of it.
"See you tomorrow, Edward," I said.
"Tomorrow," he echoed and then walked away.
I double and triple checked the version of this chapter to make sure it was free of errors and I didn't take ten weeks to update. Yay me :)
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