Bella's phone rings at exactly 10:23 the next morning. It buzzes on her nightstand for a few minutes before she's awake enough to answer, and when she finally picks it up, blinking at the display, she groans.
"What did I say about maiming?" she demands.
"Sorry," Edward says sheepishly. "But I couldn't wait any longer. I've been up since dawn worrying about my next date with Angela."
"And waking me up to tell me that is going to make you feel better?"
"No. But I won't be able to stop worrying until I have a plan, and you're really good at making plans."
"You could make a plan yourself, you know," she points out.
"I like yours better. You're good at all that detail stuff."
Bella is good with details and planning, it's true, and right now she's trying to figure out if there's a feasible way for her to end this conversation and get back to sleeping in. But even turning off her phone and locking her door isn't foolproof, because if Edward's proved anything on his quest for Angela's heart, it's that he's a persistent bastard. She sighs.
"Fine. What do you need my help with?"
"Thank God. I was going to start begging if you said no, and then send you a dozen pictures of my pathetic face and maybe camp out outside your apartment with sad music," Edward says.
Thank you for your reviews... Who is going to volunteer to let Edward camp outside their apartment with sad music? Haha
Jess