Author's note: I'm am so sorry, you guys. My computer crashed and I thought that you could only use Microsoft Word documents so I've been trying to download that. But I just read the guidelines and I found out that you can use WordPad. So I'm using that. I really am sorry.
Diclaimer: Though I dream of it nightly, I do not own the Twilight series, nor it's characters.
Unexpected Guest
Bella's POV
I woke to the sound of birds chirping outside a window. The sun was shining in. Stupid sun. I rolled over.
"What, you don't like my warmth?" I musical voice chuckled. I rolled back over and snuggled back to a comfortable position. Wait. Memories came rushing back, and I remembered last night.
"Edward?" I guessed.
"Ah, she wakes!" he joked. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. His white smile taking my breath away. "You scared me last night." He confessed. I could see in his eyes that he meant it.
"I'm sorry," I mumbled, burying my head in his chest.
"Edward!" a high-pitched voice screamed. Oh, no. Does he have a girlfriend? And I slept with him. Not in the sexual way, but still. Crap, crap, crap! What do I do?
Edward's POV
Shit. Alice is here. My sister had to pick the worst time to visit.
"Oh, Edward," she sang out. "Wake-up darling." I looked down at Bella's face. Why did she look disappointed.
"I better go see what she wants," I whispered in her ear. She shivered. "Hide under the covers, this could get very messy."
I got up and watched as Bella curled up under the covers. Why does she look like she's about to cry? I walked out of the room, bracing for the worst.
"Oh, hello brother dear," Alice chirped. " And how are you, this fine morning?"
"Fine until you got here," I retorted.
"Now is that anyway to treat your favorite sister," she pouted. I headed over to the refridgerator and took out an apple.
"You're only my favorite by default."
"Ah!" a scream came from my bedreoom. Oh, no! Bella!
Bella POV
The pain. It burns.
I overheard Edward's conversation. This must be Alice, his sister that shopped for all those clothes. I sighed in relief and rolled over. What could 10 more minutes of sleep hurt? But I was still too uncomfortable. I rolled over again. But this time there was no more bed, and I fell straight to the floor.
"Ah!" I screamed. It hurts. My arm. I fell on it; I think I broke it. I swear I heard a crack. How come nobody's coming. And why is everything...turning...dark...Edward...
Yeah, I know. This is my shortest chapter. But I'm having serious writer's block. I don't like this chapter very much. I guess I'm just out of practice. In fact, I just got an idea for a story and I may publish it soon. It'll be a short one, though. 3 Love, peace, volkswagon.
