"Why not?" she asks.
I frown at her, not answering.
Squeals  and laughter fill the backyard, but our little corner is silent.  "Look," she says finally, "I think you're being ridiculous. He's been  watching you all afternoon."
My frown deepens as I mumble at my hands, "Yeah, because I keep fucking staring at him."
I  can feel my cheeks burning, but the heat is nothing next to Bella's  hand on my knee. I look up to find her deep brown eyes focused on mine.  "You're wrong," she says simply. When I don't speak, she adds, "Can't  hurt to try, right?"
Monday, December 6, 2010
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well Bella seems like she is a caring person...
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