Plan Heartbreak

Chapter 17

            I was a mess, I couldn’t figure out what to wear, and I was acting like a teenager on her first date. I also could tell I was starting to get on Paul’s nerves, with my constant asking which outfit looked better or which way I should wear my hair.

            He claimed I’d look beautiful however I wore my hair and in whatever outfit I wore. He didn’t seem to get that this could be the first time I saw Josh in two years. I ended up settling on some red jeans and a black and white sweater. He’d always liked me in black, white, and red.

            Paul and I then headed to the restaurant and I was a nervous wreck. I was shaking like a leaf, and Paul wasn’t helping much as he had been sulking the entire night. It had been dark for about an hour and we had already eaten our meal, and still there was no sign of a vampire Josh.

            “Maybe he isn’t coming,” I whispered knowing I sounded heartbroken.

            “We’ve only been here an hour, Ali, he’ll come,” Paul told me putting his own feelings for me aside and trying to comfort me. He always did that worried about me before himself. It made me uncomfortable, because I never felt like I did enough for him. I mean he brought me to Seattle to see my vampire boyfriend that I was still head over heels in love with while he himself was in love with me. I don’t know of any other male who would ever do that for someone.

            Another hour passed, and I was about to break down now, he wasn’t coming. I knew it. “Let’s go, he’s dead, James is insane, he didn’t see him,” I hissed at Paul standing up.

            “Ali, let’s give it thirty more minutes,” Paul pleaded with me.

            “He’s not coming,” I replied, I’m being stupid, “Maybe he just doesn’t want to see me, maybe he knows what I did, and hates me,” I started to ramble tears filling my eyes.

            “Ali, he’s not worth your tears, you do realize there are a lot of people in Seattle, he may be having a problem finding us,” Paul said wiping at my eyes like the perfect person he was.

            “He’d know I’d come here. We always used to come here……there isn’t anywhere else he could think I am,” I told him.

            “Maybe he doesn’t know you’re here,” he tried.

            “Maybe he’s dead,” I snapped at him.

            Paul was silent at that one, “I’m sorry,” I whispered.

            “It’s okay,” he mumbled telling me it was completely not okay.

            “I’m sorry, Paul, I’m a mess, can’t you see that? I’m a broken mess, and I’m sorry I’m bringing you down with me,” I told him softly.

            “Ali, that’s not true, I’m glad I’m here with you….and…..” he started.

            “For once, please spare me your sweet words that make me feel guilty,” I whispered.

            “I didn’t know I made you feel guilty,” Paul whispered sounding hurt.

            I rolled my eyes, “Paul, you’re practically perfect, you go above and beyond for me, I never do enough for you,” I told him.

            “I’m nowhere near perfect, Ali, and you do so much for me, you don’t even realize…..” he started.

            “I haven’t treated you right since the day we met, don’t even try lying to me,” I told him firmly.

            He was silent proving I was right, I sighed, “Let’s just go, I can’t take anymore of this sitting, I’m taking my anger out on you, and you don’t deserve that, let’s just go,” I whispered.

            Paul sighed nodding, standing up before freezing. “What is it?” I asked turning around and coming face to face with a pair of red eyes.

            I gulped, he looked the same, just paler and more perfect….his brown curls that would get frizzy at times didn’t have an ounce of frizz in them. They were perfectly sculpted…..as was his face…..and build……he was perfect.

            His face spread into a grin, before pulling me into his arms tightly, “Ali, you never did have much patience!”