At dinner Edward told me that he had to go back to Portugal to complete the assignment but that he would be beck to attend Matt's wedding.
"Edward, are you sure?" I asked him, I knew that Matt would feel bad if Edward couldn't make it, and I genuinely did not want that to happen.
"Sammy don't you trust my word?" Edward seemed hurt by my doubt but I wasn't sure so ...
"Edward, I was just worried, Matt really likes you and he would have been devastated if you couldn't make it to his wedding, but I trust you." I gave him a half smile.
I and Edward were thinking all through dinner so I did not have much to talk and he too seemed deep in thought.
I was standing at the balcony looking at the street in front of me. People were right New York never slept, after midnight too the streets were full of cars speeding past each other. At times like this I really wished that I lived on the Tarboro Bridge or the Island of Manhattan for all I cared but I loved this city. It had a soul of its own and I belonged to New York and always wore that I LOVE NEW YORK shirt with a lot of pride. I was thinking about the city when Edward walked in and said,
"Samantha, I have to go back but before that I just wanted to ask you something." He said and I turned around to see that Edward was a bit confused and obviously I was the confusion.
When he did not speak for a long time I was forced to ask him what the matter was and he said,
"Will you ...." He stopped again. I saw the emotions play in his face and kept quite.
"Be all right?" He finished lamely.
"Of course, Edward." I reassured him but he still seemed a little a chary with my answer.
"Edward, what is it?" I asked him and again I was a little annoyed to see that he was not opening up to me and his answer proved that fact.
"Nothing. So what were you thinking right now?"
"I was just thinking that I can never imagine myself anyplace else than this.'' Well I always tell him the truth and at my thought he gave me a smile and said considerately,
"Neither can I, this place surely match your personality."
"And just what is my personality?" I asked him.
"Well you are determined, fast and hardhearted, you never really care about things, very restless but nonetheless very sweet and considerate, you care more about others and then yourselves but you always do what you think others would approve off. But in your own style, you are not scared, you love challenges and meet them head-on, you are sensitive...'' I cut him off then.
"I'm so not sensitive." I said sarcastically.
"Oh please, you cry over a FOOTBALL MATCH. And you are very sarcastic and can be bitchy when you want to be but you are amazingly compassionate and will die for those who you know. In short Samantha, you are quite implausibly and unbelievably irreplaceable." I was a little dazed by the end because I was all the things he said I was except sensitive and I was really hazy because I had nothing to say.
"I'm not sensitive." Was the only thing that came to my mind and I heard Edward laugh.
"Ok so I cry when I team loose but that's just because ... because ..." I dint know how to explain.
"Because?" He taunted.
"Because I love them and it hurts when they loose, I mean it's not like they loose all the time and they loose when it's important to win and I just get a little disappointed and anyways you wouldn't know, you hate the game." I alleged.
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Love Is A Leap
RomanceSamantha. Football lover, totally crazy and a sucker for romance. Edward. The sexy, hot and very caring best friend. When two hard-heads collide sparks are bound to fly ; )