Title: Flying Feetie Fudge
Pairing: Edward/Bella
Time Period: uuh…somewhere around end of Twilight time period, it doesn't really fit anywhere to be honest, just a little side note kind of thing.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, they are Stephenie Meyer's.
Author's Note: I wrote this for my friend Ashley who was having a bad day. So any flamers out there, I don't care if this has awful grammar or if the characters aren't portrayed correctly. It's fanfiction, it's not supposed to be good writing.
"Fudge! Flying feetie fudge!" Bella exclaimed quietly. Quietly because Charlie had just gone to bed in the room next to hers and quietly because her boyfriend, Edward, was currently in her room with her and Charlie did not know and would continue to not know; she didn't want Edward to have to leave abruptly because Charlie woke up.
Edward could tell me if Charlie was about to wake up anyway. Bella thought. She lifted her hand to see her leg was still bleeding so she slapped the hand back over the cut and looked up at her ceiling. Oh great; I really do hate the smell of blood. She tried to fight off the nausea.
"Bella, must you make it a point to hurt yourself every day?" Edward asked exasperatedly. He was over at her side before he finished his sentence. "Let me look at it." He said trying to pry her fingers away.
"No, it's fine. I'll just go wash it off." She made to stand up but then pain ripped through every nerve connecting to her leg and winced against her will before sitting back down and staring at the offending computer desk which was the reason for the commotion. This could be a problem. Bella didn't want him to have to leave to hunt if he suddenly felt the need to bite her; which she would not mind but he seemed to for some odd reason.
"I'll judge that." Bella sighed only because Edward was obviously stronger than her and she would not win. "It's nothing, you're a baby." Edward quickly ran across the hall to the bathroom
"Excuse me?" Bella nearly shrieked as Edward returned with a slightly damp towel. He began to clean the blood and she winced again. Edward kissed the top of her head carefully because with the blood and being so close to Bella at the moment, her smell was near intoxicating; that is to say it was more intoxicating than before.
"There you are." He placed a small band aid on her leg then he got up and crossed over to the other side of the room to where he had been before and picked up the book he had been reading. "And Bella?" She looked up. "Flying feetie fudge?" He cocked an eyebrow in a way that made Bella's breath catch despite the fact that she was mad at him for making fun of her.
"Yes." She said defiantly, crossing her arms and turning slightly so she had her back to him. Sometimes Edward could make her so mad, like the way she knew he was rolling his eyes at her right now and thinking something about…
"You are too stubborn for your own good Bella."
…how stubborn she was. He was so infuriating. Edward was behind her within the second.
"Now get some sleep, you're going to need it tomorrow." She didn't know what tomorrow was but she decided to listen to him anyway as he led her to her bed and began to hum.