Time Written: 10:00-11:00, December 2nd, 2007
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I own nothing that I write about here. Stephenie Meyer is my writing idol, and these lovely characters are of her sole creation.
Bella was very obviously unaware of his presence.
Edward leaned against the kitchen door frame, with a look of mixed confusion and amusement on his face. He watched Bella as she...spasmed? For lack of a better word, anyway. Quietly, he ghosted forward and laid a hand on her shoulder.
Bella was shocked, to say the least.
Screaming loudly, she jumped a foot in the air, spinning around and knocking herself over. Stunned, she looked up at her true love, blinking in confusion. He was unsuccessfully restraining his laughter. Her cheeks warmed, and she just knew she was a very dark shade of red.
"E-Edward! How long have you been standing there?!"
He was trying very hard to keep his laughter in check. "Long enough to be honestly curious if I should have Carlisle check you for a neurological defect. What were you doing?" She blushed darker.
"Nothing. Making dinner. Go away." She heaved herself off the floor and busied herself with the partially finished casserole on the counter. Edward laughed again.
"Bella, you silly thing, what was that? You looked like you were having a small seizure. Really, are you feeling okay?"
Bella looked into his topaz eyes, still blushing, and could see the hint of worry behind his amusement. "I'm fine. Don't worry about it."
"Bella, really. Just tell me."
"No." She turned away.
"Please?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because it's embarrassing."
"Do you really have a neurological defect?"
"I most certainly do not!"
"Then just tell me, sweetheart."
"No!"
"Bella, please. Really, I want you to tell me." Bella looked back at him, and groaned when she saw his face. She called it his puppy dog face, only it was much more powerful than that.
"That is not fair, you jerk."
"It is if you tell me."
"Ugh! Fine. I can't believe you're making me tell you this. What you saw was never meant to be witnessed by any living person."
"Darling, technically, I'm not a living person."
"Tell me about it. Do I have to, Edward?"
"You don't have to do anything, love. But I'd very much like for you to tell me."
"Oh, for goodness sake. Fine."
Several moment passed. "Are you going to tell me?"
She sighed and set down the spoon in her hand, and looked him dead in the eye. "Promise not to laugh?"
"I promise, Bella."
She sighed again, turning an even darker shade of crimson. "I don't just hate dances because I'm clumsy."
His beautiful face was confused for several seconds, until realization dawned in his eyes. Her blush grew deeper as she saw his mouth twitch into a smile. He tried as hard as he could, but the laughter refused to keep at bay.
"YOU PROMISED!"
Edward was so consumed in his laughter, he didn't even bother to dodge the spoon as she threw it at his head.
If no one understands, I'll change the ending.
EDIT: I like the way I ended it, so I'll just explain.
When he was watching her in the beginning, and thought she was having spasms, she was actually dancing. She's not only clumsy, she can't dance to save her life unless she's standing on Edward's feet!
I thought it was brilliant, personally.