ALL S.M.'s! Not mine!
Hello people of earth and fanfiction. I am apologizing ahead of time for this story. I am sick so that means I'm tired and very loopy. You're probably thinking 'why doesn't she go to sleep'; well I can't. Me and Mr. Sun don't like each other that much. I don't know why but we don't. I've been trying to write a story like this for a while but I haven't been able to. I don't remember being sick ever! So this is perfect, I'm sick so I'll write a story about being sick; just switch places with Bella. Does that make sense? I hope it does. Okay enough babbling, ON WITH THE STORY!!!!
Bella's Point of View
I hate being sick. Oh well, it was worth it. Spending hours outside in our meadow was worth it. We just sat there even when it started raining; except when it began pouring, then we left. But it was truly worth it.
I went over to the closet to change out of my p.j. s and into some clothes. I pulled it open and found none of my clothes there; just brand new ones with tags still attached.
"Alice." I stated in an irritated way. She was always stealing my clothes, they all aren't that bad. The prices on the tags were blackened out with sharpie so I couldn't see it. "Stupid thieving vampire." I muttered to myself. I grabbed a designer shirt and jeans, slipped them on, and headed downstairs. I grabbed a bowl and filled it up with ceral, eating it while grabbing my stuff and pitching it in my backpack.
Suddenly I sneezed and was falling down. I could see the floor rushing up toward my face until it abruptly stopped. A deep chuckling sound came from above me and I looked up to see Edward standing above me. He pulled me up and set me down on the table.
"Hi Edward." Oh god, how lame is that.
"Hello to you too Bella." He replied sweetly. He was gone for a split second and then returned out of thin air. I looked down to see him holding a bottle of medicine and some of it already in the measuring cup waiting for me. I stuck my hand out grudgingly, took the medicine and swallowed it down. The burning grape flavored liquid slipped down my sore throat. Before I could even ask Edward, he had a glass of water for me to chug, and that is what I exactly did.
"Okay, I'm ready now." I told him while a grabbed my bag and hopped of the table.
"Where do you think you're going?" He asked while grabbing me by the waist.
"To school."
"Oh no you aren't, your staying here today." He grabbed my bag of my back, through it on the table and ran me upstairs. He but me on the bed and pulled the covers over me.
"Edward," I whined, "I'm perfectly fine. I don't need to stay."
"Yes you do; you're sick and staying home."
I thought about why he would want to do this, it was only a simple cold. Right? Or maybe it was something else. It took me a minute but I eventually understood why. How could I have been so stupid?
"Edward, does this have anything to do with when you were sick?" I asked him. He looked away; I grabbed his head and turned it so he had to look at me. "Does it?"
"I just don't want you getting hurt. That's all." He whispered.
"Edward! How can you be so silly!?! You of all people know there is a whole bunch of things out there to help me get past this. There is no reason to overreact. Okay?"
"Ya, okay. But you're still not going to school."
"What! Why?" This is not fair.
"Alice saw you throwing up all over Angela."
"Oh, okay. That totally makes sense."
No, I'm not going to write a story about Bella throwing up on Angela. That is just mean. Is it loopy? I wasn't sure if it was. Please review.!.!.
