I'm so sorry, bbs. I said I'll post the whole week 1 but due to interruptions (a.k.a life), I wasn't able to post this one.
If ya'll think the story started a couple chapters ago, I'd say you're wrong. I think this is where we'll really see some action.
Buckle up 'cause we're gonna be in for a real head-spinning ride! xD
Beta'd by SM Stylinson :)
WARNING: BELLA'S GONNA VERBALIZE HER CRAZINESS. SAME WILL EDWARD. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED.
CHAPTER 12. WEEK 1 – WEDNESDAY
BPOV
I hate to say this, but it's kinda comfortable living with this freak. He's caring about his things, like girls… What's that supposed mean?
I serve our dinner at the table and sit down. No need to put food on his plate. What am I, his babysitter?
"Nice. I didn't know lesbos really cook," he comments, never taking his eyes off the food.
I roll my eyes. "Whatever, man. Just eat." At least he regularly does the grocery shopping.
"Don't you have fun shit here?" I ask after a few minutes of just practically inhaling food.
"You mean, like X-Box?"
I hum. "You keep that kind of stuff here? Does your kind play that?" I tease.
"We're still humans, Bella. We both are." Nice rebuttal. "Of course I have those."
He speaks again. "Where in the world have you gotten your inspiration on your look?"
"Why do you idolize me now?"
"Ew. God no!" he exclaims and gives me the stink eye. I chuckle. "For the record, you must be the cheesiest-looking lesbian I have ever met."
"Cheesy? You call this cheesy?" I wave my hand on my body. "What about you? Have you inspected yourself in the mirror?"
"What about my look?"
"Bowties? Are you fucking kidding me? And then you tuck your fuckin' shirt? But I'm cheesy," I say flatly.
"It's cute," he replies. "What about you? Your look is soooo mid-70s Joan Jett look." He snorts. "Black mullet hairdo? Black jeans? T-shirts? What are you thinking?"
I feel my jaw tighten. That's it. "At least I'm secure about myself. Unlike you…"
He bares his teeth at me. "Unlike me who doesn't have to try looking like the opposite sex just because I'm a homo." He crosses his arms with a smug expression.
"Fuck you!" I growl. "Between the two of us, I'm the luckier homo because I can look like a boy but can dress up as a girl without being criticized either way. I'm attractive to both gender."
"I don't need that shit. I'm comfortable with my body the way it is. No need to pretend 'cause I already know what I am."
"No need to pretend? Bullshit! You're already pretending just by being the homosexual that you are," I shout, leaving the dining table.
Fuckin' Gayward.
Can you imagine what the two looks like right now? *snickers*
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