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Okay. So Cheyanne-Nicole gave me this profile becouse she didn't like her story(s). I APOLOGIZE IF YOU LOVED HER STORY! But you can yell in a PM (or review *wink wink* then i will gladly yell at her. But she's going through some tough stuff right now. Shes' discontinued her stories. I guess is the point.. el oh el.
Summary: So, as we all know Edward comes over alot, and humans have to eat. He complains alot about how bad the food smells. One day Bella gets tired of it and tells Edward to cook. Romance. Fluff. Humor. First Fic! Please tell me what you think!! One-Shot Sorta... R&R :D ExB
I was sitting in my room reading when there was a knock on my house door... I looked over to the clock. It showed it was, 5:08. I shook my head and looked over to the window and sighed. It'd been a long week. Edward promised to show up tonight. I didn't know what he meant. I shrugged and ran to the door. Of course being me I had to trip over the rug. I picked myself up as I heard the doorbell ring. BING BING BING BING!!! I sighed. Sometimes people can be so impatient.
"COMING!" I yelled and carefully descended the stairs.
As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I ran past Charlie. He was watching some football game. I rolled my eyes as I passed the couch.
"Someone's at the door, Bella." Charlie said.
"I know, Dad. I'll get it." I said then under my breath softly. 'Wouldn't want you to break your back or anything.'
As I finally got to the door and opened it I smiled. It was Edward, in all his glory. He was about to ring the doorbell again. My eyes narrowed.
"Ring that door bell one more time…" I threatened, playfully.
Edward smiled my favorite crocked smile, as he pressed it again. "And what, love?"
I smiled and stepped back in an attempt to let him in. As he attempted to walk in the door I closed it again. He knocked on the door again softly.
"Bella! Get the dang door!" Charlie yelled.
You could almost hear Edwards' eyes roll.
"I will Dad!" I called. Then turned back to the door. "Who is it?" I asked.
"The pizza man." Edward said, sarcastically.
Charlie gasped. "BELLA! You Ordered Pizza!?" He said in mock hurt. We NEVER ordered pizza on Mondays' football nights. It was an unspoken rule.
"No Charlie. I didn't order pizza." I said as I opened the door
"Oh…" Charlie said as he came around the corner. "You ordered Edward?" He said confused.
"No, Dad. I didn't order Edward." I said trying to hide a giggle, without success. "Go back to your game Dad." I said. As Charlie turned away back to the television, I looked at Edward.
"Yes?" I prompted.
Edward dipped his head in a soft sigh. He released the full use of his eyes on me and said slowly and softly. "Isabella." He took a step forward and pulled me to him. "Bella. It isn't very nice to close the door on someone's face. Especially when they are here to see you." He grinned, as my breath and heart beat pick up speed.
I struggled and pulled away. "So, it's polite to irritate someone to death with a door bell, Mr. Impatience?"
He laughed and kissed my forehead. My breath got caught in my throat. "Breath, Love." He reminded me. I took a deep breath in. When he seemed satisfied with the amount of air to my lungs he pulled back far enough to see my face.
"I just wanted to see you. Alice had a vision that you were going to trip and split your head open!" He said quickly.
I narrowed my eyes again. I knew he was lying. "I did trip, but my head didn't split open."
Edward just shook his head and smiled. "You are always tripping, love. I didn't say where you were going to trip."
I was still suspicious. "So why didn't you just come through the window?"
He just smiled. "I don't know."
I shook my head, what a human answer. "Alright, Come on in." I said with a sigh. "But I'm warning you. I still haven't made dinner."
Edward sighed and wrapped an arm around my waist and led me into the house. "Ewe. You have to make dinner?" He said with disgust. Edward still hadn't taken to the smell of human food.
I stopped in my tracks. Edward actually stumbled forward. "You don't have to stay if you don't want to.." I said looking him in the eyes.
"No, I'll stay." He said and took my hand and led me to the kitchen. "What's for dinner?" He asked.
I laughed at his childishness. "Spaghetti." I stated simply.
Edward nodded and smiled. I shook my head and laughed. "Go sit down, Edward." I said as I made my way to the stove to put a pot of water on to boil.
Haahaa, What does Edward do to make Bella upset with him, and make him cook?
Review and maybe you'll know. ;)
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