"Not your best choice of words, Emmett," Alice said, before she ran over to Jasper and plopped into his lap. "Bella! Edward! Let's watch a movie while Thing 1 and Blondie sort things out." she said, grabbing the remote. "You two pick,"

I walked over to their DVD collection. "What sounds good to you?" I asked Edward. "I sorta feel like Harry Potter,"

"Sounds good, but which one?" he asked. "The 4th?" he asked.

I grinned. "You just like that one because Cedric looks like you. But, fine. I like that one, too." I grabbed the DVD and put it in the player. Alice snuggled close to Jasper, and I snuggled close to Edward. "He looks like you, with bad hair." I said. He chuckled, and pulled me tighter. My eyes started to droop, and I tried to stifle a yawn. Why must I fall asleep in my happy place? I pondered this as I fell into unconsciousness. The last thing I remember was Edward's arms around me, and never wanting this moment to end.

I closed my eyes and I was dreaming, yet I could still feel Edward's arms around me. I must have been half-asleep. I sighed a content sigh. In my dream, I smiled a Grinch-ly grin as a plan hatched in my head. I sighed loudly and said, "Edward," Then I smiled.

I felt the arms tighten their grip on me and felt myself being lifted. As he lifted me, the blanket, my warmth, fell off me. The cold hit me and goose-bumps covered my pale skin. I shivered, and snuggled into Edward's chest, as he carried me up to his room on the third floor. I felt a bit bad for him carrying me 3 floors, but I wanted a little special treatment. He carried me up to his room, and gently laid me on the bed. He went in the bathroom to change into something more comfortable that his denim jeans, preferably his pajama pants. I took this moment to my advantage and looked around his room. There were tons of CD's and books in his bookcase, the comfy bed I'm sitting on, a black leather couch, a piano, and on the wall, there was a guitar. I looked over to his nightstand, and I saw the picture his mom took when we were still 8 and I slept over. I picked it up and looked closely into the picture, recreating the memory. I closed my eyes and everything that happened that night played in my head. The tears were building up, and soon they overflowed. I sat so my head was on my knees, letting all my emotions flow.