I was watching Seventeen Again and this idea popped into my head. Plus the concept is bound to have plentiful chase. And as we all know, I love the chase.

Tell me what you think.

Now back to that God awful story that you guys love for me to write.

SM OWNS EVERYTHING TWILIGHT.

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"What the hell are you doing?" he said, his eyes bugging out of his beautiful head.

I smiled curtly at him and threw another handful of his clothes over the balcony.

"What the hell does it look like I'm doing Edward. I'm throwing your shit out. You refuse to come get it so this is what happens."

"Are you crazy?" he said his hands gripping the ends of his disheveled hair.

I probably was. No thanks to him.

I snorted and moved around him to throw another load out of his window, tripping over his stupid rug that he had insisted we needed. None of it was ours anymore. Not that it had really been to begin with.

Regardless, I was throwing him away. And that included his clothes.

"Bella, cut this shit out." He said, his brows frowning into the center of his head. I imagined the wrinkles in his forehead dancing around wildly.

"Why Edward?" I said as he stepped in my way, cutting off my path to the window. "Does it bother you? Am I irritating you?" I said acidly.

He stared back at me blankly.

I tried sidestepping around him but he was quickly in front of me. Close enough to smell the cologne I had bought him last Christmas and close enough to notice that he was letting his chin grow with stubble.

"Stop." He said.

"Move."

"You think this is going to make things better? Do you think I want to be with you when you do stupid shit like this?"

I laughed in his face, not a bit taken back by his words. It no longer bothered me what came out of his mouth. It's what went on in that head that killed me.

I stepped closer, invading his personal space as much as he was doing mine and smiled.

"I sure as hell hope not." I whispered into his ear.

He kept his eyes glued to my forehead as my hand came into contact with his chin.

"You need to shave." I gave it a small condescending pat and moved pass him, letting my elbow shove into his.

I grabbed a pair of his boxers that I had once been in love and hesitated.

"That's right. You wouldn't want to throw those away would you? To many memories." He said, a smirk set as stone across his features.

That asshole.

"Here." I said fisting them into his chest. "I'm sure the next one will love them as much as I did."

That set him in his place and for a minute I thought I saw a look of remorse in his eyes. And then his eyes dropped to my hand and he spoke.

"I see you're still wearing the four carats." He said in that stupid sarcastic voice that I loved so much.

"Get the hell out."

"Do you kiss your mom with that mouth." He said moving closer, his smile becoming wider and annoyingly more beautiful.

"Yes. I've learned from the best. How is ass kissing Esme coming along?"

I indulged in talking about his mom. She was after all, a bitch. And just like I knew it would, it set him ablaze.

The heat in the air was not even comparable to the amount of tension radiating between us. When we had gotten to this point…this relentless bickering I did not know. He used to be my everything, now he was a live representation of what nothing could do to you.

"Fine I'll leave. But speaking of asses, yours is looking quite big."

And with that he left, and it was exactly like him to leave laughing at his stupid, arrogant, response. And it was just like me to smile at his retreating back.

Divorcing Edward Cullen would surely be the death of me.