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Don't own Twilight

Bella's POV

I woke up the next morning and saw an empty bed. I looked around, but didn't see Edward.

"Edward,'' I called.

I heard a clatter and someone muttering "Shit!" I sighed and got up. It was obviously Edward, trying to cook once again. Notice I said trying. I walked downstairs and heard another bang.

"Edward! What are you doing in here?" I demanded walking into the kitchen.

"I'm not sure," he admitted, looking at a peice of burnt toast. "I sort of made a little mess." I looked around at the bowls and pans scattered around the kitchen. There were weird liquids and peics of bread everywhere. I put my hand down on the counter, right in a brown-ish gooey mess.

"Gross! What is this?" I asked, examinig my hand. He looked at the counter for a second.

"Oh yeah, I dropped some maple syrup over there. Watch out."

"Now you tell me?" He shrugged.

"You didn't ask before."

"Why are you in the kitchen?" I asked.

"I got hungry and you were sleeping so I decided to make... something," he said.

"What were you trying to make?" I asked.

"I tried making waffles, but I couldn't figure out how to open the waffle maker," he said, pointing to the closed and steaming waffle maker. I ran over to it and opened it quickly.

"Are you crazy? You could've burned the whole house down!" I exclaimed.

"It's not my house," he said with a shrug. I glared at him

"When you rent a house, you still have to take care of it. If you don't, you have to pay for all the damages," I told him.

"And that's why I tried to make toast. I think the toaster's broken, though. It didn't work," he said. I walked over to the toaster.

"Edward, is this some sort of a joke?" I demanded. He looked at me blankly.

"What are you talking about?" he asked confused. I sighed and held up the toaster plug.

"Do you think maybe you should have plugged it in?" He looked at the plug.

"Oh," he said quietly. "It wasn't plugged in." I picked up the peice of burnt toast.

"And how did you manage to burn this without a toaster?"

"I used the stove. But that didn't work either," he said. I took his hand and placed the peice of toast in it.

"Next time," I said quietly, "do me a favor and stay out of the kitchen."

I turned and started cleaning up the kitchen.

Stupid chapter, just felt like writing it.

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