forum Piece By Piece [Private RP — Closed]

Started December 12, 2018 by @Imperfect_Autumn group

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Eden’s POV:

“Okay,” I agreed. “You ask first.”

Sterling's POV:

"What's your favorite color?" I asked, glancing over at her.

Eden’s POV:

“Grey,” I answered. “What type of music do you like?”

Sterling's POV:

"Mine is dark blue," I said before thinking about her question for a moment. With a small smile, I rubbed at the back of my neck. "I like country and pop… What is your favorite food?"

Eden’s POV:

“Chicken burger,” I answered. I loved eating chicken burgers, especially if they were topped with fries and orange juice. “For music… I don’t have a preference. Your favorite animal?”

Sterling's POV:

"Oh, mine is a cheeseburger. That's kinda funny," I chuckled. Chewing on my lip, I debated telling her what my actual favorite animal was or just telling her what I told everyone else. Well, she trusted me with her secrets, so I suppose I should trust her with mine, huh? "Um… It's a red panda…"

Eden’s POV:

I bit my lip to contain the laughter that wanted to spill. He likes red pandas? That was adorable beyond words. Sterling gave off this cool aura, and him having a fluffy and adorable animal was surprising.
Then again, I wasn’t any different.
“I like hamsters,” I admitted, cracking my knuckles. “How much longer, Sterling?”

Sterling’s POV:

Hamsters, eh? Cute.

“About five minutes, I think. We’re almost there,” I answered, smiling over at her quickly. “Okay. Favorite number?”

Eden’s POV:

I thought for a moment before shrugging.
“I don’t have one,” I answered. What was the point of having a favorite number? That was one thing I didn’t understand. “What about you?”

Sterling’s POV:

“Hm… 18, I think. The number of freedom,” I joked with a chuckle.

Eden’s POV:

I nodded, a thoughtful look on my face.
“So Steve Rodger’s favorite number,”

Sterling’s POV:

I glanced at her with a slightly confused expression. “Sure? I guess…”

Eden’s POV:

I stared at Sterling’s eyes wide.
“Steve Rodgers,” I repeated. “Captain America. Please tell me you’ve watched the Avengers.”

Sterling’s POV:

I scoffed and rolled my eyes. “Of course I have. I know who Steve Rogers is. How do you know that’s his favorite number, though?”

Eden’s POV:

“That’s simple,” I responded, leaning back on my seat. “It’s the number of freedom.”

Sterling’s POV:

I snorted and rolled my eyes, shooting her an amused look. “I was joking about that, babe. I just meant that we’re legally free of our parents and their households after we turn eighteen.”

Eden’s POV:

I frowned.
“I meant it as a joke, too,” I defended myself, crossing my arms. “You said it was the number of freedom. That’s why I connected it to Steve Rodgers, because he believes in freedom.” I shook my head. “How old are you?”

Sterling’s POV:

(When your author forgets that you’re 18, not 17…)

I smiled over at her, pulling into the parking lot of the restaurant. “Eighteen,” I said, somewhat sheepishly. “And you’re the same age, correct?”

Eden’s POV:

I nodded.
“I am,” I said quietly. “Luke and I were born a little late. My parents thought we’d be disabled, because that’s what the doctor said. Still, mom and dad didn’t give up on Luke and I. Aunt Willow and uncle Leo tell me the day we were born was the best day of mom and dad’s life. We were healthy, save for the poor eyesight we both had.”
Uncle Leo asked me to keep this a secret, but he said dad cried a lot when Luke and I were born. My parents, despite being in stress, never gave up on us. Even through hardships, they still thought of us as their perfect children. I would do anything to protect my family, to never disappoint them and leave them behind.

Sterling’s POV:

Oh. Oh, wow… I had no idea her parents had gone through that, that she and Lucas might not have been healthy…

I parked the car and simply sat there for a moment, chewing on my lip. Finally, I looked over at Eden, taking her hand in mine, playing with her fingers absentmindedly.

“I had no idea…” I murmured, reaching up and tracing the skin around her eyes lightly. “I’m glad you’re okay. I’m glad you’re who you are today… Eden… May I ask you a question?”

Eden’s POV:

It wasn’t something I considered an emotional topic. It is what it is. There wasn’t anything wrong with my brother and I, so there wasn’t any reason to be emotional about it.
Still, telling Sterling this made me feel another walk breaking inside of me. It felt like we were getting closer.
“Eden… may I ask you a question?”
Now, honestly, please, if you want to ask someone something, do not ask them if you can ask a question. It gives a feeling akin to a heart attack.
I nodded slowly, turning towards Sterling with a frown on my face.

Sterling's POV:

I chewed on my lip for a moment. This was big. Not super big, but it was incredibly important to me. So, taking a deep breath, I went for it.

"I know we've made out countless times, and we've certainly gotten closer. But we never actually made it official, never made us official… So, Eden McArthur, would you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?" I asked, searching her eyes hopefully.

Eden’s POV:

I’d like to say my heart didn’t feeling jumping out of my chest, but I would be lying, because it felt like it. My heart swelled, and I inhaled deeply, closing my eyes, draping my arm over them.
“Yes,” I whispered. “Did you really think I’d say no, Sterling?”

Sterling’s POV:

I chuckled a bit, releasing some of my nervousness. “I’d certainly hoped you wouldn’t. And I’m glad that you said yes,” I said softly, reaching over to move her arm so that I could see her eyes again. “C’mere, babe.”

Eden’s POV:

I obliged, shifting so I was looking at him.
“I’m going to be very hard to handle,” I told him quietly.