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WEEK 6 – TUESDAY
(EDWARD'S WEAKNESS - BELLA)
EPOV
There are only rare moments when I just sit on the couch stare at nothing and just… think. I lean on my knees and cover my face with my hands. You see, I'm beginning to believe Iam crazy. I mean what kind of gay would jack off because of a tomboy? It was nice, though. Her curves were defined in my memory, and her boobs, fuck, her boobs… OKAY! STOP! Do you get me now? Dammit.
"EDWARD! YOU BITCH!" Bella shouts. I just stay in my position, not bothering to look at her. What now? Can't you even sense that I'm having an internal debate here because of you? "Look at me!"
I sigh resoundingly. When I turned to h- shit. She's only wearing a lacy purple lingerie set. And she's really angry. "What the hell is wrong with you, Bella? Why are you just wearing underwear?" I ask her with a tired, pleading voice. With chagrin, I close my eyes.
"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me? Well, I'll tell you what's wrong with me. I don't have anything to wear, that's what wrong with me!" she seethes, pointing at her lingerie-clad body."You didn't fucking do your chores! It was your turn to do the laundry. You didn't even think of me?"
"Bella," I grit out, looking at the ground, preventing myself from looking at her. "I didn't wash our clothes because I know that we've done clothes shopping, so I know that you have plenty of clothes stocked." I will myself to look at her. Or rather, control myself from walking up to her and doing something very, very unnecessary. "You could just wear the dresses. Why walk around the apartment in just your underwear?"
"I don't wanna wear those! I want my jeans!"
I shrug dismissively. "Fine. Suit yourself."
"Ugh! You're such an idiot!" She stomps her way to the couch and sits next to me.
"What do you think you're doing?" I sneer.
She makes herself comfortable, lying on the couch and crossing her legs across my lap. "I've been thinking of last Saturday." She puts her arms behind her head, making her breasts protrude even more.
I pinch the bridge of my nose. "Who cares?"
She ignores my comment. "You know? What Jake said? Like, don't you even wanna know what it feels like getting it on with girls? I mean, so what if you'll be 'lesbian'? You're already gay, if you look at things like that. No need to restrain yourself from stuff."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I meant," she sits back up and leans closer to me, "don't you think it's better to be a guy like me than be a girl like Rose and Alice?" She waggles her eyebrows at me.
No way, Edward. Don't listen to her. "Uh," I breathe. I wanna tell her that I don't wanna know, but she's just… too… close. "I think I like it more to be a girl like Rose and Alice."
"You sure?" And then she leans closer to me, testing me. "'Cause I'm soooowet right now," she whispers against my ear.
My breathing hitches. I gulp. Maybe I can test of girls kiss better than boys? SHUT UP, EDWARD! "I still believe guys kiss better than girls."
"Let's see."
Uh oh.
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