Plus - Ed Sheeran

A Team

Edward laughed at his friends. He glanced a different way and saw a girl was beautiful red hair and a sweet smile. He could tell she was American, just by the sound of her soft voice. She put a burger in her mouth before laughing at her friends, who were American as well.

Emily saw a young ginger boy looking at her, sitting with his friends. She smiled lightly as she saw him look away as her eyes met his. "What are you looking at?" Ed's friends ask. 

"What?" He asked, his head popping back up. His eyes leaned to Emily's, and to this happiness, wasn't looking at him. 

"Who are you looking at? You zoned out and started looking at..." His friend turned around. "Pretty red-haired girl." His friend smiled. "She's cute. Talk to her." Ed gulped at the words.

 "No. I shouldn't." He said shaking his head. 

"Oh, come on. Tell her she's pretty. You do think that clearly." His friend replied.

"Yeah. Talk to her." Another one sitting next to Ed said. "Come on, Eddy. Say something."

Emily laughed again, her eyes going back to Ed. "Stop eyeing the chubby ginger boy." Her friend stated while eating.

 "He's not chubby." Emily snapped.

"Oh, so you were looking at him." She replied Emily ignored it. "Talk to him." She said shrugging. 

"I can't." She replied, shaking her head. "I have a boyfriend."

"Yeah, one on drugs. Steriods, heroin, meth, crack, etc..." He friend told her. Emily sighed. "You haven't ever liked the drug addicts people. Emily, you're a good person. You're smart. A kid who moved from freshman to senior and graduated valid victorian at fifteen and who graduated at Cornell, wouldn't have chosen Steven." Emily sighed and scowled. 

"Thanks for explaining my whole life to everyone." She said sighing. 

"Say something to him. Break up with Steven, moved back to America, date this chubby ginger, and get on  with life." Her other friend told her. Her eyes grew like she was offended. 

"He's not chubby!" She shouted, getting Ed and his friend's attention.

She stood up and went to the restroom. Her friends grinned and looked at Ed. "I think she likes you." The blonde one said. 

"What's her name?" He asked. The brunette's lips twisted into a smile like she was incredibly pleased.

 "Emily. Emily Anderson. She lives in Hawthorne City, Florida and part-time here. Mostly here, but she travels a lot" Her friend stated. Ed smiled. 

"I'm Ed. I'm from Halifax, England." He stated.

An hour later, Emily's friends left and Ed was still there. She put her purse on before Ed walked to her. "Hi." He said with a smile, his red hair messy. 

"Hi." She said with a smile to him. He pulled out a napkin with his number on it. 

"Text me later. Or call me. Whichever is fine." He said shaking his head.

"I have a boyfriend." She said with her smile fading. "I overheard. But... you can still talk to me. You seem like you're a great friend." He said with a nod. She smiled and nodded. "I would like that." She said smiling.

Emily went home and lay on her bed, sighing. She turned her head and saw her boyfriend walk in. He was masculine. Too masculine. He had tattoos crawling his arms and legs, his face in an evil smile, just as it always was. She sighed. "You alright, babe?" He asked her. 

"Yeah." She replied with a sigh. 

"What's this?" He asked looking at a napkin.

"A ginger boy. He gave me his number." She stated, sitting up.