I was on last night and decided to write the next chapter
Chapter One: The Bathroom
BPOV:
Thank God it was Saturday.
I woke up to the sunlight hitting my eyes through the window. My eyes fluttered open but I squinted because my eyes weren't used to it. I sat up, yawned and stretched. I glanced at the clock. It was ten a.m. Then it hit me, no Edward.
My head turned to glance around my room. The window was closed and locked, he was gone. Time to get down to business. I only have twenty-four hours and here I am sleeping.
I hopped up out of my bed and stood in the middle of my room. I spread my arms wide and let out the longest "silent but deadly" farts I've ever held.
EPOV:
There was no way I was leaving my clumsy angel alone and unsupervised. For all I knew, she could trip fall and die without me to catch her. No way. Besides, I wanted to know what my Bella does all day and no one was about to miss this. So here I am, looking through Bella's window with my entire family breathing down my back. She was finally waking.
I watched as she stretched and yawned, god she was beautiful. I couldn't wait to see what she would look like when we decide to do the "dirty deed of dirty Dan." Stop, this is no time to pitch tents. She looked around the room, for me I guess, and jumped from her bed. She spread her arms and Jasper could feel satisfaction radiating from her. I leaned in closer to the closed window as she ran to the bathroom, as did the rest of my family. That's when the WORST smell I've ever smelled in my one hundred and eight years escaped through the cracks in the windows. "OH GAWD! What the Hell is that!" yelled Emmet trying to cover his nose.
She farted. My Perfect Bella really farted. As if the moment couldn't get any worse, we heard noises coming from the bathroom. It wasn't anything I couldn't handle, like if she was fishing [in order to fist in the bathroom, one needs to use the MASTER bait.] I pressed ear to the window as did my family. "Bloop!"
"Good Lord, she's taking a DUMP!" yelled Jasper. This time she was radiating relief.
BPOV:
As I ran to the bathroom, I swear I heard Emmet's voice. But that would be silly. I sat on the toilette and let out the crap I'd been holding all week as to not stink up Esme's wonderful home.
I washed my hands after flushing and ran downstairs for breakfast.
Next chapter soon…
I'm so excited, this is my second twi-fic that's not a oneshot