Again I haven't been writing. I feel so bad. I don't know... I can only write when I'm inspired.
Forgive me if it's incredibly boring right now.. nothing's happening.
Disclaimer: Yo, ho, all that Twilight, belongs to Stephenie! Yo, ho, I don't own it, and that sucks for me.
Bella's POV:
I sort of stumbled inside the theatre. That became sort of apparent when I tripped over some nonexistent obstacle. But that wasn't my fault; the theatre was dark. I didn't even bother getting up.
"Hey Bella, are you ok?" I heard Rosalie's concerned voice ask.
"How do you know it was me?" I said as I followed her voice, feeling my way around the floor.
She snickered, "Who else trips over her own feet?"
"Jaja, very funny!" Emmett laughed. Jeesh.
As payback, I crept my way slowly towards to where they were sitting; right in front of the blasted cinematic screen. Could the whole place be any more exaggerated? Slowly and silently (as much as I could manage), I crept up behind Emmett, extended my arms, and gave his shoulders one hard shove.
"AAAAAAH!"
Darn it, his shoulders were hard! Everyone turned around to look at me, not a bit surprised… ok, maybe a little. But Emmett didn't seem to be hurt at all, or scared… nothing other than laughing his head off.
"God, Emmett," I fumed, "Darn it! Why the hell are you like a rock?!"
He chuckled, "Come on, dear Bella bella, it's not my fault. And besides, I'm not going around shoving people's shoulders."
I blushed at this, embarrassed. Alice smiled at me, encouragingly and apologetic at the same time. I smiled back. It wasn't her fault she had those two for brothers.
"Bella, now that you're here, would you mind getting us a bag of chips?" Rosalie asked sweetly. I shook my head… but she didn't see it. "Make that three, with sodas," Emmett boomed.
"Yeah, sure. Why not?" I asked sarcastically. Fuming, I crawled my way out of the theatre (and not room) and made my way to the kitchen. Luckily, I did know where the kitchen was, so I tried to make my trip there and back really quickly.
With 3 bags of Doritos in my hands, and 5 cans of sodas I, carefully and really slowly, walked back to the theatre. Well, it was halfway back, because me, being the incredibly lucky person that I am, had to bump right into Edward (again).
"Hey!"
That incredibly lousy exclamation was mine. But I was already pissed off, and the fact that Edward made me drop everything in my hands made me more pissed off.
"Need help?" he asked, staring at the bags and ignoring completely my comment.
"Ummm… No."
He ignored me again, bending down to pick the chips and the cans of soda that had rolled off on the floor. I did the same. After he had picked up most of the items, he turned on his heel and headed in the direction of the theatre. I followed.
"You know, I am perfectly capable of carrying a bag of chips," I murmured. He chuckled, "I know. That's why you're carrying one."
I looked down at the Doritos in my hand. He had a point.
"I meant, I could've carried all of that."
He stopped walking, and I realized we were at the entrance of the theatre.
"Yeah," he said, turning to look at me, "Maybe. But it didn't seem like it."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
He scowled at me briefly, before rearranging his expression. "It means, it looked like you were having a hard time back there, carrying all those things at once."
He was right, of course. But I just wasn't going to let it go. I was stupid like that.
"Yeah, that was because you walked right into me."
This time he scowled for more than 5 seconds. "That's because you were so concentrated on not falling that you didn't watch were you were going."
"Oh, so now this is my fault?" It was, but I was enjoying his anger just a little bit.
"Yeah. That's the irony in life, isn't it? We are so worried about doing something that'll hurt us, but in the end we end up doing it, anyway," he replied, glaring now.
Jeje. Now I got him back.
"Whatever you say," I said cheerfully, snatched the bags and sodas away from him, and walked inside the theatre.
Edward's POV:
"Whatever you say," she replied, her tone cheerful; and to think that a few seconds ago she was furious. She snatched the bags away from me and left me standing there like an idiot.
I did not get her. I tried to help her, trying to apologize for my behaviour earlier (even though I really didn't know why I had to), but all she did was take a snap at me and then leave.
Girls. Or, to be more exact, this girl.
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