Disclaimer. Stephanie Meyer owns Twilight...sighhhhhh I'm just having fun with the characters.

Chapter 6

Bella

Troll Face say what, only one bed. No, no no and fucking no. Sharing a bed was big fat fucking no. I have never slept in a bed with a guy. What if he finds out I snore and roll and talk in my sleep. Oh my God. I paced the living room and while my head looked all over. I've been in here before. A one room cabin with an indoor shower and toilet. It was woodsy and homey and smelled of the forest and dirt. It smelled clean. How nice it must be to be rich, I thought randomly. I mean the ability to have a cabin. Their idea of camping included a cabin with a fully stocked bar together with a well equipped kitchen and living room with a big flat screen tv. They thought camping meant piling mattresses in the living room and watching movies while their mom bitched at the cook. We took them real camping once, didn't even make it a night. Edward had crawled into Rose's tent begging to sleep next to her as he was paranoid that the bugs were walking on him. What a big pussy.

''Bella!''' Edward screamed at the top of his lungs.

''What Troll?'' I screamed back. ''I'm right here, I'm not deaf.''

''I've been calling your name for the last ten minutes.'' he griped at me, and made his way into the kitchen to put a pot of water to boil. ''Do you want coffee or hot chocolate.''

''Hot chocolate, duhhhhhhhhhhhh.'' I responded. ''You ask stupid questions.''

''Takes a stupid person to know a stupid question, smella.'' he smirked back.

I rolled my eyes at him and shook my head. He had a comeback for everything. There was no winning an argument with him. Now as Edward made the hot chocolate, he stressed saying that since the cabin belonged to his parents that he should have the bed and I should camp in the living room floor on one of the mattresses. I just agreed, who could argue with that. Rich triumphed the poor every time.

So as we drank our hot chocolate, I rummaged into the pantry to see what food stuff they had. I opened the cupboard and found a shit ton of spam and pasta and mac and cheese. I knew Edward liked spam mac and cheese so I set to work to make us some food. He didn't question me, because he couldn't cook a day to save his life. He tried boiling eggs one day and it cracked in the pan and the water boiled out and the pan got burnt.

You see how inept he was in the kitchen when he came to cooking. He was a lost cause and even my mom and Emmett both tried to teach him. Rich people cant cook at all. Rosalie couldn't either. She tried making grilled cheese and forgot the wrapper on the cheese. Who the fuck does that?

But as I strained the pasta and mixed the cheese and milk together with the spam that I fried up from before Edward was looking at me with a strange expression. His eyes were far away as if he were deep in thought with a goofy smile on his face. Huh what the fuck, he was creeping me out. He was so freaking weird.

We ate and then Edward and I got ready for bed. After calling my parents and letting them know I was safe. We washed up and I borrowed some of Rosalie's clothes and went to lay down on the mattress. Edward was sitting at the sofa playing some stupid game on his phone. The silence wasn't so bad but it was weird normally he ragged on me for something. He was being unnervingly quiet. Why was he so quiet? Was he up to something. Shaking my head as I tossed and turned and pulled on the blanket as I tried to get comfortable. It was lumpy and the bed and floor was cold.

Edward left to go and sleep and I was all alone in the darkness because the power had cut. The storm raged on and the lightening flashed illuminating the shadows making me put my head under the sheet and close my eyes. I hate thunderstorms and lightening. But most of all I hated the dark, because as a child I swore there was a monster living under my bed. The fear remained with me as I grew up I couldn't sleep when it was completely dark, it was one of my phobias. I groaned in misery and slumped more into the mattress, trying to not be scared.

BOOM

What the fuck was that, I shot up looked around. Breathing heavily. Another loud crash sounded again, and then the sound of something scraping wood could be heard through the thunder. Now I was really scared. I took a deep breath and flung the covers off, using my phone as a light I walked cautiously to the door. A loud knock on the door made me jump and scream a little. I glanced back at Edward's room and saw his sleeping form on the bed. I relaxed a few minutes, this wasn't a prank. Fuck this shit was real. The scraping sound had started up again and I looked towards the front door. It was unlocked, I ran forward and bolted that fucker down. I ran into Edward's room with my pores raised and the hair on my neck raised.

I was so fucking scared, I thought something was coming to get me. But as I reached the room, Edward was no where to be seen. Oh god whatever was outside had some how entered the cabin and not it got Edward. That troll left me here to die. How dare he. Another crash sounded and I jumped into the bed and covered my head and body. I began hearing heavy footsteps thudding, it sounded like it came from the living room and it was nearing the bedroom. I began praying as I saw shadowy silhouette through the blanket. It looked like a man and with arms raised above his head and something clasped in his arms.

I gulped, feeling the blood drain my veins.

okay this was really filler, Edwards up next and then off to college. yayyyy

ive decided to post pics of certain stuff in future chapters.