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Another reason why you should stop dreaming about Edward: not all boys have fancy cars. Petty reason, yes, but this goes under the category of girl-expecting-an-Ed-Clone. It is rare to find a guy that can afford more than one car in the first place. It’s impractical. Gas prices, much?
What? He’ll be ridiculously rich so that he can afford the gas? Ladies, reality check.
No. Shiny. Volvo.
What Really Happened
“And then Pat was all, ‘Grawr, I hate you!’ to Steph, and I was like,” here was where Donna made a face. Donna was blessed with curly hair as well, but hers was actually beautiful. Shining, glossy red curls that obeyed her 80% of the time. She is a rarity among the rare. Her pale round, face is set with two sparkling blue eyes that light up her already animated freckled features. “But really, Steph may have deserved it,” she finished.
I was tapping my pen, pensively waiting for my order. Ed was the only one working today, and there was a bit of a rush when Donna came in right after I ordered. I really needed my coffee. Statistics is a hell of a class to take.
“Hey, Nina, chillax already! What’s up with you?”
“I don’t know Donna. Anxiety, you know.”
“How’s your mom?”
“She’s fine.”
“Really?”
“Yup,” I smiled reassuringly. “She’s at home, yelling at the television as always.”
“Okay, if your mom is doing great… something else is bothering you.”
“Just thinking about what Beth and Melissa have been saying on LJ.” I pulled a random card, “You know, why the hell does everyone love Edward so much?” Of course I was not saying this loud enough for him to have heard. Ha. Ha.
“Bella,” called Ed, “Order’s up!”
I sighed loudly and grudgingly went to retrieve my drink.
“How are you today, Bells?” he asked.
“Fine, Eddie,” I half-smiled.
“I’ll tell you why the ladies love me,” he whispered conspiratorially.
I rolled my eyes, “Why do they love you, Ed?”
He leaned close to whisper into my ear, though it was difficult with a countertop separating us. “It’s because I drive sexy cars.”
Right. They have a cream for those acne scars, too, mister. “Thanks for the info. And my coffee.”
Two pairs of eyes were on me as I went back to my seat. The first pair went back to paid work, and the next went to work me.
“What was that about, dear?” Donna asked.
“Nothing. He just claims to be Edward Cullen.”
“Well, not so much in the looks department, but cute enough,” the professional sighed. “I can see why you like him, though.”
“I don’t like him.”
“What’s his name?”
“I have no idea. He’s still in training. No official name tag yet.”
“Why did he call you Bella?”
“Because he’s Edward? I don’t friggin’ know!” I resorted to slurping loudly at my ice-blended drink just to keep from talking.
“Intriguing,” she folded her hands. “And what did he say to you just now?”
“Oh, he heard us talking,” I smiled just a little, “He said girls liked Edward for his car.” I kept the fact to my self that I lied to Donna about not knowing his name.
What? He’ll be ridiculously rich so that he can afford the gas? Ladies, reality check.
No. Shiny. Volvo.
What Really Happened
“And then Pat was all, ‘Grawr, I hate you!’ to Steph, and I was like,” here was where Donna made a face. Donna was blessed with curly hair as well, but hers was actually beautiful. Shining, glossy red curls that obeyed her 80% of the time. She is a rarity among the rare. Her pale round, face is set with two sparkling blue eyes that light up her already animated freckled features. “But really, Steph may have deserved it,” she finished.
I was tapping my pen, pensively waiting for my order. Ed was the only one working today, and there was a bit of a rush when Donna came in right after I ordered. I really needed my coffee. Statistics is a hell of a class to take.
“Hey, Nina, chillax already! What’s up with you?”
“I don’t know Donna. Anxiety, you know.”
“How’s your mom?”
“She’s fine.”
“Really?”
“Yup,” I smiled reassuringly. “She’s at home, yelling at the television as always.”
“Okay, if your mom is doing great… something else is bothering you.”
“Just thinking about what Beth and Melissa have been saying on LJ.” I pulled a random card, “You know, why the hell does everyone love Edward so much?” Of course I was not saying this loud enough for him to have heard. Ha. Ha.
“Bella,” called Ed, “Order’s up!”
I sighed loudly and grudgingly went to retrieve my drink.
“How are you today, Bells?” he asked.
“Fine, Eddie,” I half-smiled.
“I’ll tell you why the ladies love me,” he whispered conspiratorially.
I rolled my eyes, “Why do they love you, Ed?”
He leaned close to whisper into my ear, though it was difficult with a countertop separating us. “It’s because I drive sexy cars.”
Right. They have a cream for those acne scars, too, mister. “Thanks for the info. And my coffee.”
Two pairs of eyes were on me as I went back to my seat. The first pair went back to paid work, and the next went to work me.
“What was that about, dear?” Donna asked.
“Nothing. He just claims to be Edward Cullen.”
“Well, not so much in the looks department, but cute enough,” the professional sighed. “I can see why you like him, though.”
“I don’t like him.”
“What’s his name?”
“I have no idea. He’s still in training. No official name tag yet.”
“Why did he call you Bella?”
“Because he’s Edward? I don’t friggin’ know!” I resorted to slurping loudly at my ice-blended drink just to keep from talking.
“Intriguing,” she folded her hands. “And what did he say to you just now?”
“Oh, he heard us talking,” I smiled just a little, “He said girls liked Edward for his car.” I kept the fact to my self that I lied to Donna about not knowing his name.