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So here is Chapter two. And umm... yeah, don't own Twilight. Only read them like a million times :)
Whatever, go and read.
Bella POV(Remember, POV = Point Of View, seriously people, learn this.)
I had slipped into Edward's old Finding Nemo boxers and red tank top. I rolled up the boxers so that they would be short-shorts. I looked to the couch to find Edward sprawled out with his shirt off -it was hard not to stare, it was like he was taunting me -wiping his hand across his forehead.
"Come on, it isn't that hot in here." I said, well, I was surely very hot at the moment.
"Can you open a window or something, I feel like a chicken in a oven." Edward said, rummaging through my room. He always kept clothes here for, he always slept here. Half the time he spent the night here, the other half I spent the night at his house, and an invisible sliver we slept alone.
He came out in just his boxers, I sighed quietly, then kicking myself in the gut mentally for sighing.
It hurt to know that he would never be with me.
I plopped down next to him on the couch, and he pulled me in close so that I rested my head on his chest. He smelled amazing, that I tried to make it unknown that I was sniffing him.
I could feel Edward playing with my hair as we watched Zombieland.
I suddenly had an idea, know Edward would love it.
"Do you want a milkshake?" I sat up, with a smile on my face.
Edward's eyes lit up. "Of course I do! You have to ask? I love your cooking."
I laughed as he followed me to the kitchen. "Technically, it isn't cooking, it is blending, there is a big difference." He rolled his eyes.
"Well, I guess I just have to teach you a lesson with arguing with me." He said, I had everything in and about to put the cap on when his hands were at my sides. He was tickling me, and I couldn't stop laughing to form a sentence.
All of a sudden, as I'm falling to the floor, the blender turns on. The ice cream, the milk, everything goes everywhere. Edward stops tickling me and covers me with his body so I wouldn't get it on me, not that it mattered anyways, it was all over my kitchen within seconds. Edward jumps up and clicks the blender off.
I sat up, ice cream everywhere on eachother and in my kitchen.
Edward looked at me, stunned.
"Bella, omigod, I am so sorry! I didn't think-" I silenced him.
I stood up, grabbing a scooper spoon, scooping a pile of ice cream and walking over to him.
"You. Are. Screwed." I said, flinging the ice cream at him. It got in his sticky hair, and he sat still, unsure of what to think. I turn to grab more, but he flings himself ontop of me, trying to grab the scooper. He slides across the floor in search of ice cream, but I tackle him, straddling him, I smash icecream on his chest. He shivers from the cold as he stuffs my face. We continued yelping from the cold and fighting until we hear a knock on the door. We freeze and look at each other.
I push myself off of him and slide to the door. Only to find the mailman there, he looked at me strange as I thanked him and shut the door. I creeped back to the kitchen, hoping I could get Edward again, until I slipped. As I was about to smash into the wooden floor, something caught me. I looked up, only to find Edward laughing histarrically. I laugh with him, only to remember the mess.
"Edward! Dammit, I can't believe the mess you made in my house!" I couldn't keep the smile off of my face though as I tried to sound angry. I smacked him across the arm as hard as I could.
"Ow! I told you I'm sorry! I'll clean it up, I promise." He wiped some melted ice cream off my shoulder and tasted it, licking his perfect lips he sighed. "Still, just as good." He smiled.
"I'm taking a shower, and when I come out, this place better be spotless." I stood up, but starting to slip again. He grabbed me again, steading me and helping me out of the kitchen.
Once I got out of the shower, I headed to my room in search of more clothes. I opened my drawers but there was nothing but my work clothes, my nicer clothes, and underwear. There was no more clothes I could wear to just lay around in the house. I opened my closet, and there were nothing but dresses from Alice. "Shit!" I yelled, and I thought Edward would have stayed in the kitchen, but he ran in my room, his clothes still splotted with stains.
"What's wrong." He said, running over to me. He was looking at my body, probably in search of any cuts or bruises.
"I don't have any more clothes I can just wear around the house, they are all in the washing machine. That was my last pair. Unless you want to go clubbing again." I said, hitting my fist to my head.
"Then let's do it!" Edward said, he pulled out his phone and started to dial.
"What, go clubbing again?" I asked. He nodded and started talking, it was Alice, and I knew she was going to come over to play Barbie with me.
I walked out to check our destruction, and it was spotless.
"Wow. That was fast." I whispered. Edward came behind me and wrapped hi arms around my waist, his chin resting my shoulder so he could whisper in my ear.
"You doubt my mad skills? That hurts." I shivered at his breath against my neck.
I suddenly remembered I was only in a towel.
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