A/N: First round for today, 5 in all! Thanks to my team and to you the readers for sticking with me. I appreciate you all more than you know. I also feel like I should include a disclaimer as well, even tho you all know that Twilight and all of their characters don't belong to me, I wanted to say it just to be clear anyway. Twilight and all it's characters belong to Stephanie Meyer and I get nothing from this story except fun! I hope you get fun from it as well.
On with the story...
Chapter 26
"So … how have you been?" I asked awkwardly.
She puffed away on her cigarette and stared me up and down again. "Shitty, you?"
I laughed uncomfortably. "Slightly better than that, but not great."
"Funny cause you look great. You look like you sleep well, probably on a soft comfy mattress. You look like you eat well also, the weight looks just right on you, which tells me you work out as well. Your clothes are expensive, so it tells me you work and your hair is cut, so it tells me you care about yourself. See, I sleep on a mattress I found at the dump and had to drag back here by myself. I eat maybe once a day and I don't need to worry about working out, cause see my arms, legs and jaw muscles get plenty of exercise and the rest of me is too skinny from not eating. I work, but the hours suck ass and well, we've already covered the ass part of my job, so no need to go into that again. As far as a haircut, well I can't get one for two reasons. One, never enough money and two, what the fuck would the fat, flabby assholes I fuck for my money hold onto when they called me their dirty little cunt? So, I'd say you're doing a damned sight better than I am, Edward Masen, now get the fuck out!"