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BPOV

Angela ripped my hand off of her arm. "Oh my gosh! That is so crazy!" She was bouncing up and down like a madwoman. Her eyes went back to the TV. So did mine.

We missed what the lady said. But we got Edwards response. "I just type in a random number. It's crazy though because some people actually recognize me!" He smiled again.

The fake chick smiled back. Pretty obvious that she would have perfectly aligned, white teeth. "Would you mind giving us an example?" She asked, a little too eagerly in my opinion.

Edward nodded and took out his phone. He pressed random numbers(my digits) and pressed call. He put it on speaker so that everyone could hear everything. Angela looked like she was about to burst with excitement. I shook my head at her. Crazy woman.

I heard my voice answer the phone. "Hello?" Edward did a cocky grin.

"Will you marry me?" He asked into the phone. I rolled my eyes. Way too arrogant for me. I don't get why Angela was so obsessed with the guy. I looked at Ange and she was looking at the TV screen dreamily. I wanted to knock some sense into her.

"Depends. Are you a hot guy with muscle?" Edward looked taken back for a second, but smiled again.

"Well, that would be up to you to answer. But in my opinion I am pretty sexy." Edward chuckled. The lady smiled. Looks like they were having a good time. Up until now, I'm guessing.

"Conceited much?" You heard me snap. "What's your name? You're probably just a low down jerk that doesn't have anything to do but call people. You must be a desperate, greasy old man! Have a nice life you perv."

I laughed out loud at Edwards expression. He looked upset, angry, and embarrassed. He looked down at his phone, shook his head, then put it away. Angela looked a little upset too. The TV went to a commercial.

I got up to check on my noodles. But Angela stopped me. "Did you have to be so mean?" She asked. I almost tripped out of surprise.

"You can't mean that." I said shocked. Ange held her ground.

"He was messing around and you ruined it for him! Didn't you see that? You even messed up his interview!" She raised her voice a bit. I can't believe she's taking his side.

I shook my head at her. "You wouldn't act like this if it was some stranger. What's so special about that guy?"

"He is so talented and perfect! Haven't you noticed? He's funny and sweet and cute and-"

"Okay I get it Angela. Let's just drop the subject, k?" She rolled her eyes at me but nodded.

I went into the kitchen and saw that my noodles were close to being done. I got out the meat and put the slab on the other pan I had. Once it started simmering I cut up the pieces and waited until they were brown. I poured the marinara. Once the sauce was done, the noodles were cooked and ready to be drained.

Once they were drained I yelled, "Angela! Dinner is ready!" I set the table and put the proportions on our plates.

As soon as me and Angie sat down and started to chow down, Charlie, my dad, came in and saw us. "It smells great Bells." He smiled at me and hung us his belt with all of the cool equipment like a taser, gun, pepper spray, handcuffs, walkie talkie, and other stuff I don't remember.

Charlie sat down and finished his mound of food before me and Angela. He had more on his plate than mine and Angela's combined. And we are both big eaters. Crazy stuff man.

"Are you guys ready to go?" He asked once everyone was finished. We both nodded and went to get our stuff. Me and Ange always fight on the stairs. But this time I tripped on my own and brought Angie with me. She yelled at me and smacked my face. It stung.

I got up and ran to my bedroom before she could get me. I grabbed my suitcase and backpack. I headed downstairs and stood next to Charlie. Angela wouldn't hit me right in front of our dad. We experienced his wrath a few times too many. It's scary.

Angela came down carrying about five bags. One was a suitcase, two were backpacks, one was a duffle bag, and another was a huge purse. "Holy crap Angela!" I exclaimed. She looked tired and sweaty.

"Help." She said. Charlie carried her suitcase and her back pack. We all walked to the car and set our stuff in the bag of his police car. Yeah, a little embarrassing.

"Shotgun." I called before Angela could. She glared at me and got in the back. "HA!" I gloated and sat in front with Charlie. Angela should be happy. There's no cage this time.

Angela was pouting for half the ride there. The silence was really awkward.

I decided to put on the radio. Pumped Up Kicks by Foster The People was on.

I loved the song, but the true meaning was so depressing.

Angela got happier as the music starting playing. We sung it together, like always.

"All the other kids with the pumped up kicks, you better run, better run, outrun my gun!" See? Depressing lyrics.

"All the other kids with the pumped up kicks, you better run, better run, faster than my bullet!" We kept singing the song until it was over.

Charlie did a sigh of relief. He hates the song. The next song that came on was Give Me Everything by Pitbull and tons of other people. I didn't bother singing to this one. But Angela did. At the top of her lungs.

I swear, people were staring. Mainly because Angie had her window rolled down.

Must be a funny picture. A cop car with the person in the back singing at the top of her lungs. Hilarious, right?

After nonstop singing sessions, we finally made it to the airport. It was a dreadful experience. I hate airports.

Once me and Ange got seated I felt like sleeping until I'm 40.

Angela on the other hand was super hyper and excited. I will never understand her.

"Come on Bella! Let's play a game."

I groaned. "No. Sleep."

I practically felt Angela pout. When she's upset, she makes sure everyone knows it. You gotta love her.

"Pwease, pwease, pwease, pwease pweaseeee!" She kept repeating.

I was trying to sleep. But with her being so annoying I snapped.

"Fine let's play your stupid game so I can get some sleep!" I yelled.

Everyone looked at me. I blushed bright red and looked down. I was still mad though.

"Yay!" She clapped her hands, happily bouncing in her seat. I rolled my eyes at her. She was still bouncing and clapping.

"Well?" I asked, crossing my arms impatiently.

"Okay." She stopped bouncing and clapping. Good, it was getting annoying. "So we are going to play the game where I say one word, and you have to think of another word that pops into your head. Like if I say red, you say the first word that pops into your head. Like blood, or tomato. Get it?" I nodded. "I'll go first." She said.

"Song." She stated.

"Love." I replied. Only because most songs nowadays are always about love.

Angela thought for a second, then said, "Clothes."

"Fashion." I mean, come on that one in not hard to figure out.

She smiled evilly and said, "Hot."

My mouth blurted out automatically, "Edward Cullen."


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