I do not own Twilight… I don't even own this story's plot line… I got the idea from JASPERHALEFOREVER.
The Decision
Bella's Point Of View
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"Hey, Edward, guess what." I said. We were in the garage while Edward wiped down the hunkajunk, oh, whoops, I mean his Volvo. Stupid, shiny Volvo.
"What?" He asked.
"Volvos were voted most likely to be bought by moms." I said.
He looked at me. "What is that supposed to mean?"
"Come on Edward, you know what I mean. It was rated for its high safety. Mini-vans… SUVs…" I looked at him. "Volvos."
I know, I know. I have unresolved issues with his car. But really… how can I not be jealous?
He doesn't rub me like he rubs the Volvo, that's for darn sure.
He looked at me suspiciously. "I'm afraid I don't see what you mean… Are you insinuating that I have a… mom car?"
"Yes."
"Le gasp!" He gasped. "How dare you!"
"Oh I dare!" I said. "I also dare to say that your car is… is… unworthy of being a game show prize where it would be draped with scantily clad women!"
He narrowed his eyes. "Oh, no you didn't."
"Oh, yes I— Edward! Put me down!" He had thrown me over his shoulder and was walking towards the house.
"Rosalie! Rosalie, come here!" He called.
My eyes widened. "Edward… No need to do anything drastic…"
Rosalie walked in to the room and said, "What is it, Edward? And put Bella down before you break her."
"Oh, like he cares! As long as his car is fine, the world can keep spinning!" I said, my voice slightly muffled from being upside down.
He put me down and turned to Rose.
"Do you know what she said about my car? She called it… she called it… I can't say it!" He cried.
"Psh… I can. I called it a mom car."
Rosalie gasped. The world stopped. Sirens were heard.
I rolled my eyes.
I decided it was due time to get rid of the Volvo.