“For Every Beauty There Is An Eye Somewhere To See It.”

Luke: "Well... you see..." I twisted and untwisted my hands, looking like it had really broken me up. "H-her dad just doesn't like me..." BLAGH! How cheesy.

F.M: I looked at my friends and ask them to leave. They do reluctantly and I turn to the girl. "He looks like real jerk..."

Ambrosia - I sigh as if I'm heart broken, "Oh, he is, you see," I almost laugh at his whole dad idea, "my dad hates him, so I wanted him to come and spend the weekend with my dad, but instead we're here and he's flirting with the waitress, and I don't even see why!" I fake pout. "Is she prettier than I am?"

Waitress - "Oh," I say flustered around his gorgeousness.

F.M: "NOt at all!" I said quickly, truthfully. "I'm sure your father has a good reason to not like him... it's okay, I'm here for you." WOOWOO!

Luke: "Yeah..." I look at her through my eyelashes, something that always seemed to work.

Waitress - I blushed. OH MY GOD! He was amazing. I was speechless. "Um"

Ambrosia - I push a strand of my hair behind my ear and smiled slyly at him, "I know," I whisper, "You seem like a good guy."

F.M: "I am." I said. It's just that my intentions weren't so great.

Luke: I smile. "So what's your name?"

Waitress - "Um, Annabell," I say flustered still.

Ambrosia - "I'm Ambrosia, you know, like the food of the gods," I say with a flirtatious smile.

F.M: I tried to think of some line that would refer to me as a God, but couldn't think of one. "oh.." I said stupidly, lost in the smile.

Luke: "Annabell... Much prettier than Ambrosia... I'm Luke."

Ambrosia - I was proud that I had him dazzed, "What is your name?" I ask him gently.

Waitress - "Luke, I like it," I blush deeply. He said I was prettier! or well, my name was!

Luke: I smiled and went through her thoughts. "God... you're beautiful."

F.M: "Er..." What was it? oh yeah... "John."

Waitress - I almost died with happiness, "You think that? I mean after she?" I trailed off.

Ambrosia - I laugh at him a little, but make it sound non threatening, "Almost forget?"

John: Aha. here's one. "I got lost in your eyes..."

Luke: "I dont say things I don't mean, love."

Ambrosia - I do the whole eye flutter thing, "How sweet," I fake blush, "you are too cute."

Waitress- I look over to the girl, "She seems like a bitch anyway, flirting with another guy right now after doing that to you, you deserve better."

Bryce: "No I don't feel that way for her I just worry." I say to her. The truth is i don't know what I feel for her.

Sita: I raise an eyebrow to show i didn't believe him.

Luke: I give her a sympathetic, dazzling white smile.

((ooh I gots an idea...))

F.M: "Alright honey, let's cut the crap," I say mischeviously, looking at her. "I got stuff in my car. Whaddya say?"

Luke: I clenched my teeth discreetly and waited for Ambrosia's response.

Ambrosia - I roll my eyes. I stand up, "Not in your dreams."

Waitress - "What's wrong?" I ask dazzed.

Luke: I shake my head, happy Ambrosia wasn't being an idiot anymore. "Nothing at all, beautiful."

F.M: I stand up with her. "Aw, come on. I know you want to."

Ambrosia - I raise my eyebrows, "You don't know anything about me."

Waitress - "Good," I lean onto my head. "Do you live nearby?" Translation: Will I ever see this god-like man again?

F.M: I smile. "That doesn't matter at all, honey."

Luke: I'm a bit distracted, because I'm half listening to Ambrosia, half listening to that sick guy's thoughts, and half trying to talk to the waitress. "I live about twenty minutes away. I'll definitely be coming by here again, though."

Ambrosia - I narrow my eyes to him. "Not sorry, and not interested."

Waitress - "Really?" I smile hoping.

F.M: "Cmon." I take her hands in mine, a bit aggressively.

Luke: Nope. Not happening. I stood up abruptly, tilting the table slightly and ripped his hands of hers. I placed a hand on her shoulder and pushed her towards the door quickly, leaving him looking shocked. "What's happened to this world?"

Ambrosia - Shit. Not what I had planned exactly.

Waitress - I jump up and frown, "What you get." I muttered to the girl.

Ambrosia - "Excuse me?" I growl.

Luke: "Okay, that's enough. Ambrosia. We're leaving." I attempt to move her out the door.

Waitress - I pout, "But... Luke." I frown. Of course that BITCH would get him back.

Ambrosia - I let him lead me out of the door. She was about to get punched in the face.

Luke: I look at the waitress- what was her name again?- and spare an apologetic look. 'Pregnancy' I mouth, pointing to Ambrosia. That ought to cause some shock.

Waitress: Pregnancy? Of course! That was obviously the only reason he cared. Right?

Ambrosia - When I was in the car I raised my eyebrows, "So, when were you going to tell me I was pregnant?"