Edward's point of view:
"Excellent spaghetti Bolognese, dear." My father said to Esme. We were in the kitchen, all seven of us. I thought it was cramped. The rest of the family thought it was 'cozy'.
"It's super delicious," from Emmett.
"You've outdone yourself this time, Mom," Alice said.
They all looked at me expectantly. I sighed, and let my fork clatter to my plate. "Great."
Alice smirked. "He's got love on the mind…" She said in her sing song voice, the voice that grated on my nerves like no other ever could. I zoned out as my family chatted.
Was it love? It couldn't be love; I was a junior, for God's sake. What did I know about love? Of course…I looked around the table, at the rest of my family, so happy in their love. Alice and Jasper, Rosalie and Emmett, and, last but not least, Carlisle and Esme, who loved each other so much it was sometimes painful to observe.
Bella was an enigma, for sure, no one could argue with that. I thought back to earlier today when I showed her my music collection, and how her eyes had lit up. And when she had been playing, how her-
"Hello! Edward!" Rosalie was snapping her fingers in my face. "I didn't think Alice was serious." I'm not sure, but I may have blushed. "Alice, Esme, and I are going to Seattle this weekend. Do you want to come?"
I mused over this for a moment. The women of the family going to the only shopping center in this state. I had a violent image of me, holding bags and bags of clothes. I would not be their clothes rack.
"Thank you, Rose, but I am sorry to decline your offer." Rose just rolled her eyes.
"Can't you talk like a normal person?"
It was my turn to roll my eyes. Carlisle laid a disapproving hand on Rosalie's arm. She sighed dramatically, and flipping her hair over her shoulder got up from the table.
I got up as well, walking to the sink and submerging my plate in the soapy water. "Oh, Edward?" Esme called.
"What?"
"You don't have any plans this weekend?" She called again. I walked to the table.
"No. Why should I?" she looked at Alice.
"No plans with any…certain girl?" That was it. I stomped up the stairs two at a time and slammed my door. I browsed through my music selection until I found the angriest music that I owned. Ustvolskaya. Perfect.
It was a wonderful end to a wonderful day.
AN: So my two short little chapters…awww. They were, obviously, just little filler ones. I can't wait for the actual show! It will probably be like…three chapters long. That's how much I have planned, anyway. So, anyway, Mike hate coming up, because no story is complete without plenty of Mike hate.
I do own Twilight. That's right, a much loved copy of it. I don't, however, own the copy rights to it.
