Disclaimer: Get this through your heads. I.DO.NOT.OWN.TWILIGHT. Got it? Oh, and I wanted to see what everyone thought of this idea for the next chapter: Forks High decides to hold a sleepover in the High School gym for Pajama Day, all night. It would be like the sequel to Spirit Week. Review and tell me! Oh, and Stephenie Meyer does exist in the world, but only her book The Host does. This was something of a filler chapter.
We spent the rest of the day outside, in the cover of the clouds. The weather was surprisingly warm, and the swimsuits very interesting. Mike had worn the shortest thing he was allowed to wear (he had tried to go naked but his mother wouldn't allow it, according to Edward), a little baby blue bikini bottom like thing. He then tried the rest of the day to seduce me, which ended up with me punching him.
Luckily, none of the teachers saw and everyone thought it was very funny. My fist was numb for about an hour or so, but luckily didn't break or swell or any of the usual things. But then again, Mike isn't a mythical vampire or werewolf. Mike didn't end up as lucky as I was. He had a bloody nose, and I'm pretty sure something is wrong with a certain part of his male anatomy after I kicked him in a…sensitive spot.
Jessica and Lauren had the same idea, except they went after Edward. Both had dressed in the skimpiest bikinis that the school allowed, Lauren's in a hot pink and Jessica's in a lime green. They looked like those limited edition crayons you get in the Crayola box. Edward simply ignored them, and after her 39th try, Lauren gave up. Sometime during her 71st try, Jessica realized she wasn't going to win either and gave up. Edward was very relieved.
Edward, Alice and I had arrived home about half an hour ago, still damp from today. Thankfully, the sun had dried most of the water off our bodies, or Edward wouldn't have let anyone, including himself, into the Volvo. We had taken showers, and I was once again spending the night. Since there was no homework, I sat cross-legged on Edward's bed in a pair of light green and white pajama pants, a short-sleeved light green henley and wet hair, reading a book called The Host by Stephenie Meyer.
Edward, Alice, Rosalie, Jasper, and Esme had gone out on a hunting trip. Emmett was downstairs playing a game on one of their…I mean our…many gaming systems. I think. Carlisle was in his office either reading one of his very large, very heavy, very painful medical books about a disease he hadn't read about in a while, or working on one of the cases of his patients. That I was sure of, because Edward had informed me of it before he left.
I sighed, and placed the book down, sliding the bookmark onto the page beginning Chapter 44, which was titled Healed. Crawling off the massive bed, I jumped to the floor with a hop, catching myself on the bed before I fell. I slowly walked out the door and down the hall, letting out a breath of relief when I didn't trip. Now the next enemy: stairs.
I slid myself down on to my bottom, and began bouncing down each step. On the 8th step, I hear a loud booming laugh from downstairs, and look up from the next step to see Emmett. He is pointing at me and laughing, looking as if he really could, tears would be streaming down his face in mirth. I sighed, and bounced down the remaining nine steps before standing up.
I took two steps towards him, and not regarding the carpet, tripped. I let out an oomph as I hit the carpet; it luckily was so thick it shielded me from major injury. Emmett followed me, crashing on the floor as he began shaking the house with loud laughs, as Carlisle rushed downstairs. "Bella, Emmett, are you two okay?" he asked, looking at both of us with an expression that probably read Bella got hurt again, but I'm wondering, has Emmett gone insane?
Carlisle helped me up and over to the couch, checking me over. "You're going to have a bruise on your knee from the fall, but that's really it" he said, then turned to Emmett. "Is he okay?" he asked me, and I giggled, nodding. "Yeah, I was going down the stairs in a apparently funny way to keep from hurting myself, and Emmett found it hilarious. When I fell, he collapsed from laughing" I explained, and Carlisle nodded.
He stood, and replied "well, I'll be returning to my study now. If you need anything, my door is always open". Carlisle disappeared up the stairs, and Emmett sat up, grinning like a maniac. "Hey Bella, could you do that again?"
