Hey, I'm just bored and sleepy. Um, Tell me if I should continue this.

"You know, baby corn doesn't even taste like corn." Edward says randomly. I start laughing histarically at the amazingly true fact. "It's all gross and mushy." he smiles.

"I. Know." I say between laughs. "It's pretty-King Neptune likes coconuts!" I blurt out. I had to make him laugh somehow.

"HA!" he yells but he makes anything as un-attractive as that attractive. I start laughing again because of the contagiousness.

"Well, I think we should go to sleep now, Bella." he smiles and pats my spot on my bed and gets in. I follow, glad my parents aren't home this whole week. Yes; Charlie got remarried to a horrible girl. She wines alot! I mean sure, her name is Linda. Meaning beautiful in Spanish; as mine means in Italian.

"Okay, my dear. I-"

"Yes?" he asks waggling his brows at me.

"Love...SpongeBob SquarePants! Ha!" I say. I was about to say that I loved him but he was expecting it so I chose not to.

"So you'd prefer him, over me?" he asks, clearly concerned.

"No!" I yell and go up to him and throw his toe ring to my desk.

"Hey! That's a very special ring!" he scolds. "My grandfather gave it to me." he starts pouting.

"Then why do you wear it on your toe?" I scold back.

"Because...You should visit Source for Sports!" he exclaims and we laugh until it hurts...again. How much laughing can two people do in one day?

"Yeah well..." I started to ponder. "Swiss Chalet; always so good for so little" I sing even though I surely should not sing anywhere but the shower.

"Hm, where have I heard that one?" he says.

"Check the Yellow Pages!" I blurt.

"Okay, then you check the meaning of a red tulip. Got it?" he smiles.

"Yup." I say and wait for him to check the yellow pages.

"I am not searching the Yellow Pages for a Television jingle!"

"Fine. I guess your still expecting me to research the red tulip?" he nods. I grunt. "I'll check later on; okay?"

"FIne but the sooner the better." he urges.

"Night." I smile and snuggle deep into him; breathing in his scent and falling asleep almost too quickly to hear a muffled: "Yeah, yeah. Whatever." from Edward.

That night I dreamt of chicken pot pie.

So, was that random enough for you? Sorry if it's too short but I said urge me to write more.

TFR,

FG