Peter, Peter
We were sitting in the Cullen's living room watching the Disney movie Peter Pan. Irritated, Edward pulled me closer, nuzzling his head in my neck. "Bella, love, answer me. Why are we watching this?"
I looked at him with horror. "I love this movie. Don't blame it on me! It's all Jasper's fault. I saw him reading Peter Pan. I just had to watch the movie!" He sighed. "It's just so sweet." No response. "And you know what the best part is?"
"What?"
"You're my Peter Pan…" He gave me his crooked smile. "And unlike Wendy, I won't grow up either." I laughed as he scowled. He put me on the couch and left. Upstairs I could hear rustling.
"Edward! What are you doing?" Jasper.
"No more Peter Pan." I couldn't help but laugh as Jasper came down, his mood deflated, but it did nothing to affect mine.