Bella's POV
"Dude! Really?" I screamed at the top of my lungs as I chased my three "best friends," Emmett, Edward, and Jasper down the stairs of my house from our band room to the living room. "Who did this?" I screeched, pointing a finger as I said each name, "Edward?" one step closer, "Jasper?" another step, "Emmett?" that last step cornered them between me and the wall. They laughed as I punched them with as much force as I possibly had and I grunted, pushing myself to hit harder.
"I dunno what you're talking about! It looks just darling," Emmett cooed in his fakest, girliest voice. That pushed the guys over the edge, they all fell to the floor pointing at my face with one hand, gripping their sides with the other. "I think the deep sky blue eyeshadow, compliments the poppy blush, and fuchsia lipstick!"
"And the glitters a nice touch," Edwards roared in between his fits of laughter.
"You guys better shut up! Next time you're all asleep, ohhhh, you're gonna get it bad!" I yelled still pointing an accusing finger.
"Yeah right, you don't even know what foundation is!" Jasper continued laughing at his quirck, but the rest of us fell silent wactching him with a curious eye.
"And you do?" I questioned, my voice slow and catious. Edward and Emmett broke into hysterics again, but this time at Jasper, giving my the high fives. Jasper got up from the ground, dusted himself off, and headed back towards the stairs. Emmett
and Edward got up, but only to give me high fives. My heart skipped a beat, my skin tingled, and my legs turned to jello as Edwards hand met mine. I sighed the thoughts away and started to follow Edward and Emmett who were already half way to the stairs.
Our band room was the second door up the stairs, after the empty hall closet, the place where we could say anything, leave the room, and never hear of it again. It was out sanctuary. Our escape.
Jasper stood waiting outside the band room as we reached the top of the stairs, Emmett in rear and Edward and I chuckling and giggling in the lead. The hall closet door was open, Jasper casually walked over after slipping his phone in his pocket and leaned against it. Emmett, pulled out his phone right after the vibration echoed through the house. He stifled a laugh and went to stand right next to Jasper. Edward, oblivious to this still walking next to me sighed. I catiously stepped towards Emmett and Jasper, but before I could react, Edward and I were shoved into the closet.
"Dammit! I knew they were up to something," I muttered trying to twist the doorknob, but it was already locked. Edward fumbled for the lightswitch; we all knew where it was from many games of seven minutes in heaven.
He finally reached the switch and blinked as his eyes came into focus again, "What the hell?" He screeched. Emmett and Jasper were having a second laugh riot in just the past ten minutes.
"We're stuck," I stated the obvious. Edward sighed once again, but this time an exasperated sigh. He thoughtfully glanced at me and smiled his infamous crooked smile. My heart melted and I giggled, blushed, and turned away.
"Have fun," Jasper said, banging on the door before heading two feet down to the band room with Emmett and slamming the door. This made Edward blush for some unknown reason. I furrowed my brow in question, but he shrugged it off.
"What now?" He asked dead serious.
"I don't know," I answered honestly. We sat in silence for a couple of moments before Edward giggled. "What could possibly be funny right now?" I asked questioning his sanity.
"Well, being we're 'in the closet,'" he chuckled at his own joke, while I stared blankly at his stupidity.
"Wow," I mumbled. We bantered back and forth for hours, losing track of time, before he points out how silly I look in make-up, and for the first time I remembered, I cared about how I looked. It wasn't just to look good, or pride or anything, it was because I was sitting. In a closet. With the hottest guy I've ever known. Edward Cullen.