"Do it." He snarled. His pitch black eyes making her audibly gulp. His features were hard, unforgiving, as if he knew what was about to come. Alice wouldn't betray my confidentiality would she? 'Say it.'
'E-Edward, I…I can't." I said hopelessly.
"You have to."
"IchooseJake!" I blurted out so fast they muddled together.
Edward sighed, defeated as I ran over to Jake. Jake laughed into my embrace, and then pulled me back. "You know that wasn't what you were meant to say – but while we're on that subject YAY! Woot woot! Suck on that leech. Pun intended." He jumped around, throwing his fists in the air, then settled down just as quickly. "Go on babe," He encouraged gently.
I shuffled my feet nervously. "Stephanie…Stephanie Meyer…wrote Twilight, she …owns all…rights and …everything." I cringed, "I am just writing my version of events!" I stood there breathing heavily whilst everyone clapped their encouragement. "Sure! Just clap at my pain. CLAP AT MY PAIN!" I ran off crying, absolutely devastated.
From another room I could hear Alice and Edward murmuring. "You should've told me that she wasn't going to pick me!"
Alice squealed defensively, "I couldn't do anything to change it! I am not writing the story. That awesome chick who writes the comments at the top and bottom of the page does. Look at those words. Aren't they cool?"
"Well…yeah."
"People should really read them!"
"Right on! But you still should've told me!"