Ugh, I hate Bella…
Edward shot a glance over at Rosalie, who sat on the couch, her arms and legs crossed casually. She glared back at him.
That's right, you heard me. I said, I HATE BELLA.
Edward rolled his eyes at her. Rosalie got up to find Emmett. Edward stared after her, and then caught right up to her.
"Rose, listen, I know that-"Edward began.
"No, Edward, you don't. You don't know anything. All you know is what's in my head. But I don't think you know the reason behind the thoughts in my head." Rosalie said. "Besides, isn't it about time you headed over there, to watch her sleep." Rosalie and Edward glanced out the window, noticing the darkened sky.
Sleep…
"I know" breathed Edward, "It's weird to think about, isn't it?"
Rosalie nodded and looked at Edward. They paused for a moment, lost in their own memories. Rosalie then turned and walked up the stairs, calling Emmett's name softly. Edward walked out the door into the night. Trying his best to keep what Rosalie and Emmett were thinking upstairs.