OOPS

Chapter 65

"I just wanted to say hi. The guys all miss you- I miss you."

I hated these types of situations where you didn't know what to say or how to react. "I miss you guys, too," I replied neutrally. "

"We're having a little party this Saturday celebrating our success from Black Album and we want you to come. It's at that little pub at the outside of town."

"Vinny's?"

"Yeah! It's just a small get together, the guys and a small group. No more than 50 people."

Small group, huh?

What about Dave? This would be like a slap in the face to him.

"I'll have to see, what time is it?"

"It starts at 8. I really hope you can make it."

My palms were sweaty as we looked at each other for a moment, completely silent. "So, um, you guys must be busy," I smiled dryly.

"Yeah, to a point. "

He shifted his weight, shoving his hands into his coat pockets. "So, um, sorry for being so nosy, but are you dating Dave?"

My thoughts quickly flashed back to the party where I was Lars' date and Dave came out of nowhere with his suave personality, basically sweeping me off of my feet. I also remember when I told Lars that Dave wasn't my type. The thing was, even though I told him he wasn't, I knew he was definitely my type. I mean, I loved Lars but something about Dave stood out to me.

"Yes," I answered politely, biting my lip

"Oh, nice. He's a good guy, he really is. I'm happy for you."

"Thank you, Lars. "

"Of course. If you ever need anything, you know that me or any of the guys are always there for you."

"That means a lot. "

He smiled at me as the chill of a late winter evening set in. "Take care of yourself, Bella. You're one in a million."

"You too, Lars. It was nice seeing you."

He waved and hopped into his car, driving off.

As I watched him turn the corner, I felt a tear drip down my cheek and land on my collarbone. "Why do I feel this way," I croaked as I hurried inside, my single tear turning into sobs as tears cascaded down my face.

I felt like there was a piece of me missing, something I couldn't get back. It was a dull ache mixed with a feeling of emptiness.

It wasn't depression, but I wasn't able to pinpoint it.

I collapsed on my bed, burying my face and twisting the sheets in my hands. You're stupid! What is wrong with you? Get it together.

"Why won't this feeling go away," I wailed as I tried to collect myself.

Suddenly, as if someone dried my tears, I stopped, staring at the wall. No, no, no, no! Oh, God, no!

"Oh, Bella," I sighed out loud. "Don't do this to yourself. "

I had finally realized what that emptiness was, that piece of me that was missing.

I still loved him.