Alright, since I have time now that I'm done with all that's supposedly "important," I'll update, to please all who are so obsessed with this story.
(Bella's POV)
I fretted all night. Tossing.
Turning.
Kissing.
I'm sitting with Edward in a treehouse that was taken down years ago. We're both young. We're laughing. I get out of the treehouse and show off for him to show that I'm so much buffer than he is. I sit. Suddenly, I fall. I was sitting on a dead branch, of course. What else would it be, with my luck?
I've dreamed this so many times.
Edward's arm reaches towards mine. Last thing I see is his face hurtling at 90 miles an hour towards mine.
I wake up.
Shivering, I burrow deep in my covers.
Here's the thing.
All that was true. He kissed me.
Of course, we were young, so we went "Ewwww!," wiped our mouths, and turned away from each other, blushing.
But see, I wanted my first kiss to be with a buff, handsome Prince Charming.
Not some skinny wiseass who made fun of me and horded crayons.
He knew that.
I had told him in the treehouse.
We were discussing the perfect future.
Well, I was talking and he wasn't paying attention.
Maybe.
When you're young, everyone's the same. There's none of this "boyfriend-girlfriend" stuff you hear about. You can talk, play, eat, stretch with, bathe with, and walk with almost anyone the same age.
Equality until high school is what my mom calls it.
And, of course, when I see Edward's face hurtling towards mine at 90 miles an hour, there's no waking up.
It hurt.
His face smashed into mine, and our lips met, and my head banged into the ground beneath me.
I thought he broke my leg.
But my first thought was: Where's my Prince Charming?
I guess fate wanted skinny, annoying Edward Cullen to be it.
Now he was.
So that was my story.
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Okay, morning. Today, let's not piss off Alice and let's show her how we could dress.
I grinned, and opened my closet.
And got lost.
"ALICE!!!!!!!!"
She came running, pissed off.
Of course.
"Dress in this, this, why do you have this?, this, not that, and that."
No clue what she said.
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Let's get dressed, shall we?
Breakfast. The war zone. Wipe wipe. No makeup. Who actually wears makeup to breakfast?
Besides Alice.
Besides Alice?
I mean, really.
So, I got that shiny, red-faced look that is so popular with P.E teachers. Wonderful way to start the day.
Guess how Stephen's started?
Choking.
Because I looked so ridiculous.
I thought, Seriously?
Awkward breakfast silence.
More awkward silence.
More...
More...
"Umm...So, Bella, did you get those potatoes out of your hair?"
Obviously.
"Yeah, Dad."
"Edward," this was Carlisle now, "Why don't you go to town to get some groceries? Your mother's not feeling well."
Morning sickness???
Probably.
These people shoot babies out like machine gun bullets.
Maybe.
I didn't study Texas history. Us Florida people? We like to sunburn on the beach. Turning, red? Nothing. Peeling? No problem. Bleeding? You might want to use a little sunscreen and see the doctor.
I looked at Edward.
He looked at me.
We both looked away.
What was this? First day of kindergarten?
Kinda.
This was something that never happened before.
Usually, Edward and I would be chatting it up. Inseparable, even if we hated each other. Like Frenemies.
This was more like Stonewalling on both ends.
Good thing I paid attention in class.
"Bella? You haven't been here in a while. You wanna go with Edward?"
"Uhhh...why not? Sure."
I didn't dare look at Edward. I'd be tomato-faced 'till kingdom-come.
Okay...well, that was chapter 7. I hope you liked it. I haven't been feeling very humorous lately, so if it's corny, ignore it. Stonewalling is derived from Stonewall Jackson in one of the American wars. I don't remember which, haha. Anyway, remember to review. It has its own button now...
