Julie considered this, and then shrugged. “I'd guess that's mostly true. But Harry Potter has a lot of great quotes, and Twilight is a quote book, and so is-”
“A quote book?” I asked, raising my brow.
Julie stopped and then laughed slightly, rolling her eyes in a manner I could only describe as flirty. “I don't know how much you read-”
“Not much.”
She laughed gently. “Well, there are certain books that are more known for the phrases that are coined rather than the story itself. Twilight is one of those books. Most of the newer book series are. Nearly any young adult book,” she said, shaking her head. “They become more focused in on the sporadic moments of insight rather than the graceful flow of storytelling.”
“Example?”
“Example? Well, Twilight. Even more, I had never meant to love him. One thing I truly knew- knew it in the pit of my stomach, in the center of my bones, knew it from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet, knew it deep in my empty chest- was how love gave someone the power to break you,” she said. She then shook her head. “A lot of books take these moments of thought and turn them into a constant story. You wouldn't hear a real person say something like that, out loud or to themselves, unless they were alone and had time to think about it. Thoughts like that come within the middle of conversations and no one would think so eloquently about things like that,” she explained.
I nodded, crossing my arms as I propped them on the table. “Isn't it that basis that appeals to girls though? Hearing these large declarations of love and promise? You're not telling me you didn't feel the tiny little tingles when Edward would explain to Bella how he shouldn't love her, but did anyway,” I prodded her.
“You've read Twilight?” she asked with a teasing grin.
I shook my head, scoffing. “I have a penis. I would never read a book about sparkling vampires in love,” I reminded her. Slowly, after her eyes refused to relent, I shrugged. “But, I also have a sister, and she made me watch the movies every time they came out.”
“I tried to do that to Liam. He just looked at the ceiling the entire time,” she confessed, and I laughed because I could see Liam doing that. I probably would have done the same thing if I was deaf.
“Hello, I'll be your waiter for tonight,” a man's voice said, entering our conversation. We both looked up at our waiter, who looked more like he belonged in a modeling catalog than a fancy restaurant in a small town.
He pulled two menus from under his arm and held them out to both of us. Then, he took out his pad and pen. “Drinks?”
Julie smiled up at him, and I'll admit, a jealous twitch in me arose. It wasn't even that her smile was flirtatious, only that his was, and suddenly, it seemed like I wasn't at the table.
“Water, please,” she answered him, and then looked back at me. I must have been easily read because her smile quickly faltered, and looked to me cautiously.
I cleared my throat and looked to the waiter. His gaze looked to me, and he raised a brow. I couldn't tell if he was genuinely curious about my condition, or to why someone as beautiful as Julie was out on a date with someone that looked like me.
Not that this was a date, because it wasn't.
“Coke.”
“Okay. I'll bring your drinks back shortly and get your orders,” he said, smiling quickly to me, and then turning to Julie with a cocky grin. He left us, and I felt Julie's eyes land on me.
When I looked at her, she looked amused. “I thought people with green eyes were suppose to be the jealous ones,” she said.
“I'm not jealous.”
“Sure, Falon. That's why it looked like you wanted to punch our waiter,” she replied, rolling her eyes teasingly.
“I did not.”
“You really should see your face when you're lying.”
“I'm not lying.”
“It's kind of cute,” she said, laying her chin against her folded hands. She smiled sweetly at me, and batted her eyelashes, as if she were the one trying to come off cute.
I found myself laughing at her. “Shut up.”
“Aw, is someone feeling bashful?”
I narrowed my eyes at her. “This isn't cute,” I told her.
She shrugged, but didn't stop looking at me. “Of course it it. I'm cute, you're cute, we're all cute,” she replied with a smile.
“And our waiter was cute, and our hostess was cute. . .”
“You thought our hostess was cute?” Julie said immediately.
I shrugged. “She was kind of cute, in a stuck up, too good for you kind of way,” I told her.
Julie glared at me. “You have horrible taste. She's really old too,” she protested.
“Around Ava's age.”
“Too old for you,” Julie said quickly.
“Liam doesn't seem to mind age.”
“Because Liam is a weirdo. If he's your best defense-”
“When did I suddenly need a defense?” I asked, laughing as Julie came to a stop and looked at me.
She smiled, and shrugged. “Well, I am questioning your sanity. You'll need a good defense to prove me wrong,” she replied.
“You question my sanity because I thought our hostess was cute?”
“Yes!”
“Why would that be crazy?” I asked, raising a brow.
Julie stared at me with a dumbfounded expression. “Seriously? Falon, she was rude to you,” she argued.
“Some guys like girls that are mean to us.”
She glared at me. “You're lying. You're not attracted to girls like that,” she told me.
“Oh really? What kind of girls am I attracted
