Why Me?
Drabble Two: A crazy little thing called Love
I spun on the tips of my toes. A hairbrush was clamped tightly in my hand. And I stared at my mirror refection. Why was a dancing and singing in front of my mirror? That's a good question. Since I was three, I always sang my favorite songs in front of my mirror with my makeshift microphone clamped tightly in my hand. But, with recent circumstances, I was forced to keep everything to myself. Every little secret I saved just for myself.
But, today, Edward wasn't here. He had gone hunting yesterday with Emmett to the Goat Rocks Mountains again. He mentioned something about Emmett challenging him to a race through the forest. I just had to smile at the enthusiasm that Edward showed. He had kept his challenging nature under wraps for a while, but I had to admit. He did act like a kid sometimes.
I was clad in my pajamas; the grey sweat pants and the holey t-shirt that my mom liked to call my "rag". I did a twirl on my heels and started to sing into my "mic". The last song that I heard today was A crazy little thing called Love by Queen. This song always made me bounce right out of my chair and twist around my room to the beat. I knew the lyrics to the dot.
I did a whole lot of spinning and one foot hopping as I strummed my way through the song. The lyrics matched the way my relationship was with Edward. Crazy. We were insane trying to make this work, but it was worth its shot.
I spun on my heel again, my "microphone" held above my head when suddenly... there was a flash. I froze. My body went up and a scream ripped from my mouth. My butt hit the ground a second later, and a ghostly chuckle shifted through the air. Pounding footsteps came up the stairs then into my room.
"Bella! Are you alright!" Charlie called, wide eyed and obviously startled. I took a deep breath and nodded.
"I'm fine... I just scared myself... stupid mirror..." I replied laughing. Charlie let out a shaken laugh and turned to go back downstairs.
"You be careful Bells. I don't want you falling out another window." he told me starting to close my door.
"I will!" I called back. He shut my door and I rose up from my spot on the floor. "Very funny." I told the empty room. The ghostly chuckle came back, and then suddenly, he was there. And he was laughing. I narrowed my eyes at him. He just smiled innocently at me and held up a picture. I stared at it for a second then tried snatch it away from him. He held it above his head, out of my reach.
"Edward! Give it back!" I commanded, my face flushing red. He laughed and shook his head. I did a whole bunch of random jumping for it, just to find that I failed miserably. "Edward…" I growled, trying to sound threatening. He just laughed again.
"Bella…" He mocked. I frowned and crossed my arms. Edward watched me with a smile. I moved over to my bed and sat cross legged on the faded quilt.
"I don't like you anymore." I told him, surprised at how childish I was acting. I glanced over to see his expression, but he wasn't there. I tried to look around my room inconspicuously, for I knew he was watching. I didn't see him anywhere. Then, a picture came into my view. It was me, dancing in my pajamas with my makeshift microphone/hairbrush. I was singing, unknowing that Edward was going to take my picture.
"Exactly. You love me." His voice came from behind me, even though his breath was in my ear. "By the way, you looked very pretty in that picture. I'm going to save it." I turned to look at him; my face was showing a sign of fear.
"Don't save that! It's embarrassing!" I said. He laughed again.
"For you maybe, but I love it." He told me. Then, his mind switched tracks. "Were you singing Queen?" I nodded; surprised that he doubted that it was Queen. He, after all, knew hundreds of songs by title and first line of the lyrics. Then I understood. He was making fun of me.
"Edward!" I said in a dubious voice. He looked at me obviously shocked by my sudden outburst. "You're making fun of the way I sing!" He sat there staring at me for a moment, before his mouth twitched into a grin.
"Yes… and no." he said. I puckered my brow. What was that suppost to mean? He smiled wider, showing all of his ultra white teeth. "I love the way you sing, even if it's not like Britney Spears… or some new pop star." I rolled my eyes. His amends were funny. I leaned over up to him and kissed him on the cheek.
"I forgive you."
I never saw that picture again. Edward hid it from me, and never told me what he did with it when I asked. But it floated back into existence once I had forgotten about it. I found it in one of the many photo albums that the Cullens had. And it sat right above the words printed in Edward's exquisite penmanship,
Bella dancing and singing in front of her mirror to Queen. Totally off tune.
Oh I got him that day.
End
Hey, thanks so much for the reviews! This entire series of stories was just a little idea that I had to enlighten readers on Fanfiction. Have you realized that most of the stories under Twilight are… serious? That's just what I think. It takes me about… 2-3 days to write another Drabble, but that's only when I have enough free time. Until next time!
Lesson of the Day: Make sure you're actually alone before dancing and singing in front of your mirror.
Kaytoko
ACK! I forgot the disclaimer! Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight.
