As promised, here it is. We're almost to the part that I'm looking foward to writing. ;]

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Again, not mine.


Chapter 8

BPOV

Friday. I love Friday's. Friday means last day of school that week. Friday means two day break. Friday also means Alice, Edward, and Elizabeth would be coming into town for the weekend.

The contractors we hired had gotten permits from the city, bought the materials, and put up the two-by-four wall structures. The basement was framed, wired for electricity, and ready with plumbing within two weeks. At this point, we took a sharpie and wrote our names on all the two-by-fours, drawing pictures of each other and putting graffiti everywhere. The drywall company came out to give us an estimate two days later. They said it would take them a week to put up all the drywall. That was last week. I hadn't been down there since Tuesday. Renee decided her and Elizabeth were going to tile the bathroom themselves. Alice, Edward, and I were in charge of painting. This weekend we were getting a cabinet for the bathroom. Since there was only the one cabinet, just the one for the sink, us 'children' were instructed to stay home and primer the walls. We had to sand down the creases where each chunk of drywall meets before we could start painting.

"You know, we haven't talked about rooming at all," Alice said.

"What do you mean?" Edward asked.

"She means upstairs. We don't know which of the three of us gets which room," I explained.

"Yeah. Renee said I get the guest room, Bella moves to her old one, and Edward gets Bella's. But then she said Bella could stay in her room and we could fight over the master bedroom," she said.

"I honestly don't care. It's just a room," he said. "Whatever you two want is fine with me."

"Well, my room is already pale blue. It's been like that since we moved here. The curtains are yellow," I said. "Sound appealing, Edward?"

He turned around to grin at me. "Of course. I've always wanted a room with those colors."

"We'd repaint it, smart one," Alice said.

"Thanks, Alice. I wasn't aware of this fact," Edward said sarcastically.

I gasped. "We have to... repaint my beautiful room?" I gasped again.

Edward chuckled. "It's okay, Bella," he mock-comforted me. "It will be prettier gold."

"Gold?" I laughed. "You want my room to be gold?"

He shrugged. "It won't be yours anymore. That's what mine has always been. I like it gold."

"It could be mine if I wanted it to be," I told him.

"You'd give me it, though. I have my ways," he said.

"You should know by now that I'm stubborn."

"And you should know by now that that won't help you." He smirked.

"It can and it will," I said.

"We'll see," he replied.

I continued sanding, moving down the wall, closer to the wall he was working on. I groaned internally. Not a good idea.

"Real mature, Edward," Alice said.

I turned to see what Edward was doing just in time to breathe in the drywall dust from his sandpaper. I sneezed, and he took the moment my eyes were closed to attack me. He wound one arm around my waist, the other tickling me. I couldn't stop laughing. My eyes were watering and I could barely breathe.

"Edward!" I squealed. "Let me go!"

"Not until you cave," he said.

I saw Alice sneak over to us. I felt Edward try to keep himself standing when Alice pounced on his back. Her hands wrapped around his neck.

"I love you, brother dearest," she said evilly.

I turned my head to see Alice wipe a handful of primer on his face.

"Alice!" he yelled, letting me go to wipe his face off.

I bit my lip, trying hard not to laugh. Alice's legs were wrapped around his waist, her feet locked together. He had both hands trying to pry them apart. His face was covered in white paint.

"Oh my God." I couldn't hold it in. I burst out laughing.

"You think this is funny?" he asked.

"Yes." I gulped.

"Of course you do." He started towards me. I backed up. My back hit the wall.

"Shoot," I mumbled.

Alice covered his eyes with her hand that didn't have paint on it, but he kept walking to me. I moved sideways along the wall so I was out of his line of fire. He, thinking I was still there and being unable to see, ran into the wall. He probably expected me to put my arms out to stop him, but I wasn't standing there. I laughed out loud. He spun in the direction of my voice.

I tripped over the tarp we had on the floor, laughing even harder. Edward followed the sound of my voice. He extended a hand to help pull me up. I grasped it, and allowed him to help me up. Another bad idea on my part.

He pulled me into him, scooping me in his arms bridal style. He brought me over to the paint bucket, placing my head inches from the white goop.

"I'm beginning to think he can still see," Alice said.

"You think so?" I asked sarcastically.

"Still think it's funny?" Edward asked.

I glanced at the paint, inches from my head.

"I'm gonna have to go with yes."

He moved my head closer.

"Still funny. I don't think you have the guts to dip my head in it," I challenged.

"Bella, shut up. Your hair is in it already," Alice informed me.

Shit.

"Okay, okay. It isn't funny."

A flash went off, and we all looked in the direction of the light.

Standing there, camera in hand, were Renee and Elizabeth.

Edward put me down and Alice jumped down from Edward's back.

"Um, hi Mom!" I greeted them.

Elizabeth and Renee looked at each other and grinned.

"We never could trust you with paint," they said.

"What?" Alice asked.

"Don't you remember when you three, plus Rosalie, Jasper, and Emmett had that finger paint fight? You were supposed to be making banners for the school," Elizabeth explained.

I laughed. I did remember that. We had this massive paint fight, and the only words Renee said were 'Thank God you did this outside. You're washing off with the hose, you know.' That turned it into a water fight, including buckets and the hose. We came inside dripping, asking if they had a tarp we could use for a slip 'n' slide with the soap. I'm pretty sure they thought we lost our minds.

Alice and Edward had blank faces, not remembering this.

"Remember the garbage bag slip 'n' slide we did? It started with the paint fight," I told them.

"Ohhh," they said in unison, dragging out the word.

"Well, as long as we have the camera, smile!" Renee said.

Alice put her arm around Edward's shoulders, and I did the same. Edward put his arms around our waists, and we grinned cheesy grins for the camera.

"Alright, finish painting, ladies and gentleman," Elizabeth told us.

We saluted them and got back to work.

Eventually, I went up and got a radio so we could blast music through the basement.

It took us all day, but we finished it up. The paint would be dry enough by the next day to splash a little color on the walls. Of course, if we really 'splashed' the color, Renee and Elizabeth might just kill us.


Pointless chapter? Yes. Fun to imagine? Yes.

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