Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, New Moon, ect. Stephenie Meyer does.
A//N: Hi again. In this chapter, I decided to just have fun, although I'm not exactly sure what I'm writing about.
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"Ha!" Bella called from upstairs," Edward said Emmett got hit by a baseball bat!"
"Stop making fun of me!" Emmett whined, walking sullenly off to a corner to sulk.
Rosalie rolled her eyes and ran upstairs to brush her hair. Again.
Up in Edward's room…
"What are you doing?" Edward asked, leaning over Bella's shoulder to attempt to see what she was writing.
Bella let out a quiet growl, and Edward jerked back, wondering how his human had learned to growl.
"I'm almost done, and then you can see."
Edward sighed and sat on the floor, wondering to himself if he should be annoyed or not.
But before he could figure it out, Bella had jumped to her feet, knocking herself and the chair over in the process.
The vampire caught the chair in one hand, and the girl in the other, although not necessarily in that order.
"I finished!" she squealed, not bothered at all that she had almost given herself a concussion.
"What did you finish?" he asked warily. He remembered what he had when Bella had her other mood swings.
"This." She called waving a paper infront of his face.
"Oh, right!" he replied, then paused for a moment. "Um, what would 'this' be, exactly?"
Bella scowled, and then answered.
"It's my poem silly! In school, we had to write a two-stanza poem with five sentences each, and the first four sentences had to start with a clause."
He blinked, and then nodded, remembering the lesson.
There was silence for a few minutes, and it took awhile for Edward to realize that Bella was glaring at him.
"Er, can I help you with something?"
"Yes! You're supposed to ask me to read it to you."
There was even more silence.
"Well?!" Bella grumbled to him.
"What…? Oh, yeah, um, please read it to me."
Bella smiled, cleared her throat, and then started talking.
While I waited by the side of the road,
Before the hooded stranger had arrived,
After setting down the blood-stained dagger,
During the last few moments before death came,
I waited for my angel to arrive.
Although I waited long,
After climbing with trembling limbs to my feet,
Along the side of the road,
Before I took my final breath and became forever lost to my angel,
I decided that he was taking too and ended my sufferings myself.
"Well, what do you think Edward?"
"I thought it was simply marvelous Bella!" Edward cried, his eyes lit up. "The part about the dagger was my favorite part!"
Edward: Ok, stop it right now!
Me: Yes?
Edward: You just had Bella write a faintly suicidal poem!
Me: And your point would be…?
Edward: -scowling- My point is that Bella doesn't write suicidal letters, and even if she did, I wouldn't be thrilled!
Bella: Yeah, I'd never be stupid enough to show my suicidal letters to Edward. I know he'd totally flip out if he ever found their hiding place.
Edward: -speechless-
Me: -snicker-
Bella: Oops, I didn't say that out loud, did I?
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"So, you liked it?"
"Of course! I love it when you tell me the whole truth!" Edward said with a smile.
Suddenly, Alice appeared in the doorway.
"What's this about a poem?" she asked.
Bella grinned. "I just finished a poem for one of my classes, but I'm not sure if it's good enough.
Alice glanced over at the paper and quickly read it.
"Oh, it's great Bella! Do you think you could help me write mine?"
"Yeah!"
Alice grabbed a piece of paper, and her trust rubber-ducky pen, and settled down to brainstorm with Bella.
About 12 minutes later, they had the finished poem.
Alice swiftly read it to Edward.
Before the sun goes down behind the horizon,
After the lines are tied,
Whenever the decks need scrubbing,
Because one of the new hands got seasick,
I'm always happy to get down on my hands and knees and swab the deck.
As I go to throw the bucket,
Before I get to the side,
Because it always happens,
After a wave comes up and tosses my and my green-ish bucket back down on the deck,
I then get to happily clean it all up again.
Edward enthusiastically replied to this poem too.
Jasper appeared in the doorway.
"What's this about a poem?"
Alice quickly read it to him.
A smile broke across his face. "I love it Alice, it fits your personality perfect."
"I know," she gushed," it's great isn't it!"
"You know," Jasper started slowly," I bet I could help you write another poem. Let's go to our room and get started." He finished slyly.
Edward wrinkled nose and turned back to give Bella's poem more praise.
Alice: Excuse me?!
Me: What?
Alice: I am NOT going to just sit here and let you write about my cleaning up 'stuff' from a ship deck!
Me: Well, you don't really have a choice.
Edward: Hey, be nice to Alice, I need her.
Alice: Aw…
Edward: Yep, I need her 'cause she can tell me when Bella's going to get hit by another car or something.
Alice: Hmmm…
Bella: Hey, how did Alice get in here?
Me: Now that you mention it… Go away Alice! You don't have a Special Key to get in here.
Alice: Why would I need a Special Key when you don't ever bother to lock the door?
Me: Well… So?!
Alice: Just telling…
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((A//N: Well, tell me what you think. I know, it was kinda random, especially the poem thing, but still, it was fun. The poem things we just did in school, although none of them were on those… 'topics'…
REVIEW!))
