Agh! I'm so sorry! My internet died and my computer charger died and I hate my life and I don't mean to make excuses but I'm soooooooo sorry!!! Here's the final chapter of meh story! I hope you enjoy!
I'm glad this is a short story, 'cause I'm too ADD to be interested in it anymore.
Wondering why Bella has spent the last week with the Cullens and why Charlie has no qualms about it? Me too. If you find the answer, feel free to tell me.
-Forbala-
CHAPTER NINE: CHRISTMAS MORN
It was now Christmas Eve, eleven o'clock, and I was going to bed. Esme was going to lock everyone in their rooms a little while before present time so she and Carlisle could play Santa.
"I don't wanna go to bed," I whined as Edward tucked me in and held me their in his iron grasp.
"You know you need the sleep, love," he said softly, starting my lullaby.
"No fair," I mumbled, for perhaps the trillionth time, before I drifted off.
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I woke up to Alice and Emmett tackling me, screaming "Get up! Get up!" and bouncing on my bed with enough force to challenge a California earthquake.
I threw the covers back, yelled, "Screw off!" and then returned to the safety of my blankets and Edward's arms.
"Bella, you should get up before they break something…like the new piano," Edward's silky musical voice whispered in my ear. I groaned and held out his arms so he could cart me downstairs.
"What time is it?" I mumbled into his chest as he began walking.
"You don't want to know, love," he said, a smile in his voice. I groaned again.
"We're here," he told me, setting me down. I blinked and did a double take. The room was filled with presents! Jesus, how much did they spend!
"Edward—! Alice, you—!" I couldn't even speak.
But I didn't have to. Alice thrust about thirty gifts at me and commanded me to open them.
After about an hour of gift opening, I finally was finished and simply lay back on the floor, staring blankly at the ceiling. I was totally out of energy.
"Bella?" Edward asked, lifting me up to a sitting position. "Bella, are you okay?"
"Just totally whupped."
"Haha! I told you to go to bed earlier, love! Haha!"
"Bella!" Alice giggled, dancing over to me. "Did you have fun?"
"Best Christmas ever," I grinned.
Sorry for the crapass ending. I'm not very god about staying attentive and unbored with my stories, haha. I like to compare myself to DaVinci (I can't remember his real last name, haha. I wasn't paying a whole lot of attention in Art Class that day. Whoops!). This way, I sound ingenious, rather than lazy, haha. You see, Leonardo left his projects halfway through oftentimes, like I do, haha, so if I compare myself to him in that respect, I sound artistic and cool.
Anyway, you didn't want to hear that, sorry. Well, hope you enjoyed! I've just started a Romeo & Juliet: Twilight version, but I won't start posting it for a while (I'm only one chapter in, haha, and I've been working on it for months, haha), so read that once I post it.
Love and chocolate (sorry, I'm craving),
Forbala
