The Way I Feel About You

Chapter 17

[A/N: Not Edited, yet:)]

That Jerk.

"Aye," Edwin hollered while I was caught in my thoughts. That seemed to be happening to me quite often. "Come here." his voice was calm this time, a slight smile on his face.

"Do that again Edwin and..."

"...And, what?" I could see his smirk from twenty-five feet away. He crossed his arms in front of his chest, spreading his legs apart to stand his ground.

"And, I'll really... do something terrible."

"Oh, really?" he asked as I neared him. He was ibehind a white Grand Piano. I looked around the room and noticed the other pianos were a bit smaller and were either dark wood colors, or just plain shiny black.

"Yeah, really." I stopped right in front of the piano, where we were a few feet apart from each other, the large piano our only separation.

"Uh-huh, okay." he winked.

Snap out of it. You don't want him to win again, Stephanie...

I shook my head to clear out the tiny thoughts clouding my brain again. My eyes met Edwin's and his lifted brow. "Why do you shake your head like that?" he asked.

"What?" I asked bemused. He just stared for a second longer and I hoped he'd soon just drop it.

"Never mind."

Boo-yah.

"You've got something to show me?" I asked him, walking around and sitting on the piano's bench right beside him. Man, I haven't seen one of these in ages. How long as it been since I've last seen a piano? Hmm, it must've been... years back...

"Yeah, I do." he said, his eyes softening just a bit. I looked up at him and nodded. When I glanced back at the piano, I heard him taking two deep breaths.

"What're you nervous about?" I joked. But, when I looked up at him again, he looked as if he wasn't breathing. "Edwin?" no answer.

"Ed, are you okay?"

"Just fine," he choked. What in the world was going on? "Here we go." he whispered before intertwining his fingers together and giving them a great crack. He placed his right hand on one side of the piano, spreading his fingers. His left did the same but in the other direction.

And, then he did it.

The alluring unison of the keys sung together in a perfect melody. A song I remembered from some time ago, but it seemed slower in beat, better. The flawless measure it kept vibrated through every vein in me, grasping my body and making me numb. I couldn't get over the warm feelings of the tunes as they engulfed my brain, somehow ablating my mind. I didn't know how he did it. His voice was rich and deep and ran along, perfectly with the chords.

And, then he did something else. And a wide grin grew on my face. It was all I could do not to burst out in giggles at his choice of song.

"Making my way downtown, walking fast, places pass, and I'm home bound.

"Starring likely ahead, just making my way -- making my way through the crowd."

You know that feeling where you here something so great, you feel a quick and slight tingle that runs along one ear and through to the other? I think that's how I felt, but with it going on over and over again.

I got really nervous as he played the next part, turning to me, and starring way deep into my eyes. I observed every round corner of his charming, brown eyes.

"I need you,

"And, I miss you,

"And now I wonder... if I could fly into the sky, do you think time would pass us by, 'cause you know I'd walk A Thousand Miles if I could just... see... you, Tonight."