"Are you going?" I ask Sam, looking at her ceiling with worry. Sam had left Raphael with Aunt Jacklyn so that she and I could spend some time together like we used to. The only thing was... I couldn't stop thinking about the dinner party.
"Uh... What?" She responds questioningly, clearly unable to read my mind.
Well, duh... Obviously.
"Sorry... I guess I wasn't voicing my thoughts as clearly as I presumed I was." I roll my eyes at myself. "Are you going to be attending Grandfathers dinner party?" I ask again.
"I wasn't aware there was one." I feel her look at the side of my head in confusion. "How do you know about it?" I see her furrow her eyebrows out of the corner of my eye.
I sigh, debating whether or not to tell her. On one hand, I was the one who had brought it up, but on the other, she clearly thought I despised Edward... Mainly because I had told her so myself. "I..." I begin, still debating. "Edward... Asked me. To be his..." I trail off, and Sam looks at me like I'm stupid for not deciding to finish my sentence.
"His...?" She asks with annoyance.
"Date," I say lowly, sitting up to turn away from her, my face growing red with embarrassment.
"What?" She nearly yells, and I almost repeat what I said when she continues, "But I thought... And you-"
"I know!" I groan, throwing my head back in the process. "I mean, I don't know!"
"But... He just asked you, right?" She starts, looking at me expectantly. "You said no, right?"
"Umm..." I begin chewing on my lip, not knowing what to say. "Not exactly... Well, yes... But... No...?" I wince as I admit the truth.
"You said yes?" She covers her mouth, gasping.
"Kind of? I don't know!" I whine, running my hands through my copper hair in frustration. "I said no, then he apologized, then I said yes, but I don't know why, and I don't know if I regret it or if I even want to go, but everyone is expected to attend, so that's why I asked if you're going, because I don't want to go alone, or even at all, but I also kind of want to, but he's so... And I'm... Like I said, I don't know!" I finish my rant lamely and out of breath.
Do I want to go? No. Do I want to go with Edward? No.
Yes.
I do.
"So, back to my original point," I say, knocking Sam out of her state of shock. "Are you going?"
"Well-" She begins but is interrupted by a knock on the door. She stands and opens it and I'm surprised to see Wayne standing in the doorway.
"Uh... Hey, Clarisa... I- I thought I'd find you here." He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly.
"What's up, Wayne?" Sam asks gently, startling him slightly.
He mutters a quiet, 'Hey...' Before turning back to me. "So... Claire? Uh, I guess you could say that Edward sent me..."
"For?" I ask, standing.
"He wanted me to tell you, 'Doleo. Tantum sub occasum solis in occursum mihi. Caeditur et exarsi stellae lucis.'." He says, completely butchering the pronunciation.
I stare at him in shock before numbly nodding, "Yeah... Sure..."
He leaves, and a feeling of excitement begins to brew inside me.
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Golden Wings
Fantasy[CURRENTLY BEING H E A V I L Y REVISED AS A NEAR COMPLETE DIFFERENT STORY] "Over a millennia ago, before the portals to the Earth were sealed off, the Angels and their darker brethren went to war. The Dark Angels had gone down to the realm of Earth...
