2:30, 2:35, 2:40, 2:45, 2:50 AM...
Edward was staring at the clock next to Bella's bed. Normally he would be staring at Bella's face, but today he was feeling like a little change in pace. Something a little different to spice up the monotone of the wee hours. And, Charlie was snoring louder than usual, so he had a headache.
Bella's sleeping was usually interesting, but tonight all of the colorful interjections he looked forward to with amusement ("Edward", "I love you, Edward" and "Seabiscuit") were missing. It was a little boring, a sensation he rarely felt with Bella's curious habit of being a danger magnet.
Bella's breathing halted. Edward stiffened.
Bella sighed and resumed her rhythmic respirations in her restful slumber.
Edward relaxed. He then gagged due to the egregious use of "r"s in those last two sentences.
Bella's laptop was perched precariously at the edge of her desk. Edward took the initiative and flipped it open (he had to make sure it wouldn't fall down, after all).
Edward gazed at the screen and typed random phrases into the search engine out of boredom. He was halfway done through reading a very passionate analysis of someone named "Cloud"'s broken psyche when he saw an ad for a quiz.
"What Fantasy Creature are You?"
Edward sighed. Why not? It was only... 2:57 AM suppressed groan. Time really did crawl when he couldn't talk to Bella.
"What is you're favorite time of day?"
Edward stared flagrant disregard for grammar, the English language, and the fragile life of kittens. He decided to let it pass.
"Whenever Bella is awake... whenever isn't now," he muttered to himself.
"How does the sight of blood make you feel?"
"Disgusted with myself."
"Would you turn you're loverr into one of you?
Edward snorted. "No."
Fifteen questions later that involved topics Edward had to suppress laughter when approaching, ("Are you super hott?") he received his result.
Bella was awakened by a gentle whoosh.
"Edward?"
Edward was lounging by her side instantly, with his fingers delicately stroking her hair. "Yes, my love?"
"Did you just hear something?"
Centuries of playing an innocent angel didn't let him down. His performance was flawless. "It was the wind; do you really think I would allow something to come near you?"
Bella simply mumbled something that even Edward's perfect ears couldn't hear. Which was probably because it wasn't coherent. Something about carrots and losing a race.
Several hundred miles away, in La Push, -which is a strange name as it's not Native American and resembles Spanish more than French, the language spoken closest to Washington's border- a well-toned young man stopped his loping jaunt.
A laptop... in the road...
Well, guard patrol just got less boring.
Incredibly, the little machine still worked. Jacob was intrigued.
Jacob opened the lid, and all the screen said was, "Congratulations! You're a werewolf!" and went into all kinds of urban myths he had already heard about werewolves, which to him were all racist.
Jacob tossed the laptop back in the center of the road. Stupid prank. It was probably Paul being stupid again.
Although it did have a sickly sweet odor, like...
Oh.
Jacob smiled. He and Bella would have something to talk about for once.
