BPOV: Ring, ring... What the fuck could he possibly be doing that would make him unable to answer the fucking phone? His job? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA... NO Hey, Bells. You done with school? Nah, I just felt like calling you in the middle of gym. Hi! Ya, Dad, school just let out. Where are you? Oh, sorry, you'll have to walk home today. I'm... Busy. Beep beep beep. Wow, love you too, Dad. Busy my ass, I'll bet he's at home watching baseball. Whatever. I might as well start on home then. I have died everyday waiting for you, darling don't be afraid I have loved you for a thousand years, l'll love you for a thousand more... I love to sing. Really, I do. But I'm a terrible singer. Emmett says that I sound like a walrus. I probably do. I'm fat enough to be walrus like, and my skin is bad enough. Sigh. HONK HONK HOLY SHIT WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT? "Hey Bella! Bella!" Fuck, it's Edward! In other words, my dear brother's bronze haired, green eyed, god of a friend. I've had a crush on him since the fifth grade, 5 years now! What should I do? "Ya, Edward, what do you want?" Wow, Bella, way to go! Why don't you just try to sound even more like a crabby ass? All the other girls can come up with clever, witty, cute, or sexy things to say to him. Why can't I? Even though I don't believe in god, someone is trying to send me a message that I don't belong here, on this earth. So where do I belong? Maybe in hell... •~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ After much stuttering from me, Edward got me into his car and drove me home. Awkward small talk got him into the house and playing some game called Skyrim on the PS3 with Emmett. A few minutes later, they are bored so decide to smush onto the couch with me and a bag of chips, causing me to neat suffocate from Emmett's large frame. Holy crow, if I'm squished on one side, then that means... Turning my head slowly, I see Edward's arm squished against mine. I can feel his ropy muscles, and I can smell his wonderful scent. He smells so sweet, like sugar, almost overwhelmingly, and just like... Edward. It was addicting, and I knew that I would become obsessed with it. "Sooooo..." I mumbled awkwardly. "What now?" "Eddie boy and I have a partay to go to. You know, senior stuff. And you can't go, 'cause ONLY seniors are invited, unless you're invited by a senior. Which basically means, you can't go." I felt a sharp pain in my chest and tears in my eyes, along with my embarrassing blush probably making my face tomato red. This always happened when he made remarks about that, just reminding me that no boy would ever be interested in me, let alone a senior.
I glanced at Edward, and I saw gleam in his eyes. What...?
"Hey, Bella, wanna come to the party with me? I'm a senior, so if I invite you, then you're allowed to come, you know."
HOLY CROW EDWARD CULLEN JUST ASKED ME OUT! I mean, it was obviously only to piss Emmett off, but still... AHHHH!
"Sure, Edward! I'd absolutely LOVE to go!"
We both looked at Emmett, and he was obviously very pissed. For a big guy like Emmett, that probably wasn't the best idea ever, so Edward and I hurriedly went out the door.
"Wait! I have to go change!" What was I wearing? Jeans and a tanktop. Totally unacceptable for a party.
"Come on, Bells! You look perfectly fine!" HOLY FUCK EDWARD JUST SAID I LOOK PERFECT! Well, I mean, he said perfectly fine, but, same difference! Even so, I still need to change.
"Seriously, Edward? All I'm gonna do is change my jeans for short shorts, or something. It won't take long, I promise." I rolled my eyes, and he scowled. I ran to the side of the house, barreled through the door, and then through the door of my room, and practically ripped my jeans off. Where are my short? Fuck, where are they? Ha! There they are, the little motherfuckers! I slipped them on, redid my makeup, and locked all the doors, and headed back to Edward. I was kinda pleased when his eyes bugged out a little when he saw me. They were new shorts, shorter than anything I've ever worn before, and since it's mostly my stomach that's puffy, they look ok.
Wanting to tease him, I say "What? Is there something wrong?"
"N-n-no. You look good. G-great. F-fine." He stutters.
HA! I made Edward Cullen nervous! How bad ass is that?