Hello guys! Here's a new story again! I just wanted you all to start reading this and so I just posted it on a whim! I have been reading back to back fics from a long time ago and I really wanted to get something of my own to you too. And since, this green-eyed god is pretty much always on my head, so why not now? Or that's what I've been thinking. Happy Thanksgiving to all those that celebrate and all those who don't, well Happy Weekend I guess.! Hehehe …. I remember hoping that I could catch the coronavirus and Dr. Carlisle Cullen would come and *treat me* into becoming a vampire so that I could have my forever with Edward too, but yeah well… I'mma stop blabbering and let you on with the story now..

Happy Reading!

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Edward Cullen

"Dr. Cullen are you sure that you want to stay up at the clinic for the night? It's already 9 p.m. and I really think you should go hom.."

"Yes. You can leave Mrs. Cope. I'll be just fine." I cut her off.

"I know, Edward, that you are a good doctor but don't you have a newly wedded wife at home?" She pressed again, much to my annoyance.

"Go home, Shelley." I tried again elongating the words in irritation.

This time, she huffed and mumbled a quick "You'd know better. Good night, Dr. Cullen" and left. I sighed in relief.

To be honest, the last thing that I want to be reminded of is that I havea wife. Someone that I was bound to marry, and you know what's funny? I don't even have her number. Who am I kidding? I don't even know her name. No, maybe I do because she's Miss. Swan. Or she was. The daughter of my father's best friend, who I respected more than anyone else, and Charles Swan's last wish was to see his only daughter get married to me. This came as a complete surprise, since the only time I had known of her existence was when, Charlie, as I called him, called up my father one night in mid September from Forks, to tell him the news of the birth of his daughter, while we were in California. I was four years old at the time. I had never seen his daughter before the day we flew to Forks, upon receiving a call about Charlie's ill health. When he requested me the day before his death, to take responsibility of his adult daughter by marrying her, as a last wish, I could not refuse him, especially not after Carlisle and Esme forced me into a long two hour "convincing session". I wish I would have, but owing to the fact that I didn't, I now had to face the dire consequences which included sharing my bed with a complete stranger, sharing my TV, my refrigerator, my sound system, my apartment, my surname. Hell, she's sharing everything from what was mine alone, but didn't even share a few words of greeting of her own.

I broke out of my thoughts on my fateful life, when my cellphone buzzed.

I looked at it and saw a new message from Emmett.

"Hey, lil bro. Having fun with wifey, huh? ;)"

I grimaced at his words when my phone buzzed again. This one was from my little sister Alice.

"Go home Edward. It's an order."

How in the world she knew that I wasn't at home, I didn't know. I could almost imagine her small, pixie-like stature with her hands on her waist, scowling at me, while my older brother Emmett, his huge bulk of a body, laughed boisterously.

I sighed and got up to pack my things, and leave for home. Home.

As I locked up the clinic and got inside my car, I received another text.

"Good boy. I love you, big bro. Now go have some fun with your new wife."

I almost smiled, which changed into a grimace again at the latter part of Alice's text. This girl was really weird. Or maybe psychic. But yeah, I was going to have some fun tonight.

Bella Swan

I glanced at the clock for the umpteenth time, as I sat on the couch flipping through the channels on the TV, without the sound on.

10:16 pm.

It was very late. I'd gotten home from work almost 3 hours ago. I'd made chicken parmesan for dinner, washed the cooking utensils, had dinner, washed my dishes, kept dinner served for.. Oh, my headache of a husband wasn't home yet.

I had no idea why Charlie, my dad, even wanted me to marry this guy.

I got married exactly three weeks ago. To think! I was just twenty one, for God's sake.

After that incident in my life, I'd vowed that I wouldn't marry anyone else. Ever. And now, I was married to a man, who was my father's best friend's son, someone who I hadn't met in my entire life. The first time I met Edward Cullen was a little over three weeks ago, just six days before I met him again on the altar, dressed in a white gown with a bouquet in hand. That day was also the first when I'd kissed someone in four years, though I can't deny that this one was bland and unfeeling and absolutely meaningless. In spite of everything, to be very honest, I couldn't tolerate this man. Don't ask me why. Because I don't even know. Its just.. just.. that even his presence irritates me out of my skin. How a person could be so inconsiderate, so insensitive, and so devastatingly beautiful.. oops, no, I didn't mean the last part. But yeah, okay, since I slipped up, let's face it. How a person could be so pretty on the outside, yet completely irritating on the inside, I had no idea. He seemed to get along with everybody, though. Almost. Yes, you guessed it right. Except me. Yet, I was sitting here almost till midnight, waiting for that insensitive prick to come home, so that I could sleep. No, I didn't want to see him or anything. I just.. I uh, um, I just wanted to make sure the door would be locked so no burglars would break in. Okay, well, that was a stupid excuse. But anyway, not that he would let me sleep. He usually did all that he could just to make sure that I was living a life that would have anything but harmony in it.

I didn't know when I fell asleep, because I did, seeing that I didn't hear the door opening or anything, nor did I hear the dings of the microwave oven. I woke up with a start at the sound of the TV blaring though, and threw my hands around in search of my glasses.

Edward Cullen

I reached my apartment at around 12 a.m. that is, midnight. I was surprised to find the door open and not locked like it was usually kept. I went inside and saw that the apartment was mostly dark except the dim light coming from the television which was surprisingly on mute. I mean who watches TV with the sound on mute! I guess there was zero reasoning in the brain of the person I had to live with since the last few weeks, a.k.a my wife. As I made my way towards the kitchen, (did I tell you that I was terribly hungry since I hadn't had anything since lunch?), I stumbled on the carpet and noticed someone cuddled up on the couch holding onto a blanket. I realised that this was the human I was supposed to be spending a prosperous marital life with. Huh. I walked over to the kitchen to fry some eggs and bacon for myself, when I noticed a plate covered with a dish on the kitchen counter. I picked up the dish to inspect, when the delicious smell of chicken parmesan filled my nose, and my hunger increased tenfold. I quickly got to work and fed myself after heating it up a little. I had a great plan to have some fun with my "only wife" as both Emmett and Alice had intended me to. Well, the kind of fun I was about to have, might not be the same as they wanted me to, but it was fun nonetheless. Well, you get the idea. I had to irritate her somehow.

And so, I swiftly walked over to couch and sat on the empty space beside sleeping beauty, and planted my feet on the table. I picked up the remote from beside me, and smirked devilishly at it. Here goes nothing.

After a few milliseconds I was increasing the volume of the TV at a dangerous rate. Thank God, my apartment was soundproofed by the previous owner, else I was sure I would be kicked out for violation of privacy or noise pollution or something.

I kept my eyes straight, on the TV, while I felt the calm body stir beside me. I was quite ready for the explosion that was about to come. After all, the volume was hurting my ears too, but I wanted her to react and become irritated, just to bug her.

It didn't take long for her to bring effect to my anticipation, though. Maybe, I would like her someday, and want to be sweet to her, instead of an insensitive prick. But, that was probably so far off in the future, that I really wasn't sure if it would ever happen. Not that I wanted it to. After what happened with.. no, now I'm here to bug someone else. I won't think of the only tragic incident of my whole life, if i could help it, not that it needed thinking. It was like that dark cloud in the sky of my life, making me remember that a storm could arrive any day. My wife jerked herself this time and threw her arms out looking for something, while I licked my lips out of eagerness and anticipation, awaiting the explosion that would come next.

Truly, marriage is a catastrophe.

Bella Swan

Did I already tell you that I hated this man? Well, it's a yes, and I'm saying it again. How a well established doctor of New York City could be such a douchebag, that he came in so late and blared the horns of the television, is truly out of my league of understanding.

I put on my glasses and looked over at him. He was staring at the television, with a thick air of smugness around him, and even in the light of the TV I could see, that devilish smirk on his face, perhaps out of triumph that he woke me up. I glanced at the clock.

01:17 a.m.

Wow. My ears were probably bleeding internally because of the loud sound.

"What do you think you're doing?" I said in a serious, heavy voice.

"What? What are you talking about? I'm watching TV, aren't I?" He replied in a calm, innocent tone, which worked in amplifying my already soaring temper.

"Fine. You watch. I'm going to the bedroom and locking the door. You can sleep here." I managed as coolly as possible through my teeth, while my hands were still balled into fists.

With that I got up, and took the blanket along with me. I turned around to look at him with a smug smile of my own, while his eyes were big like saucers with disappointment as he watched me walk away.

See? I'm learning. I didn't give him the reaction he'd been expecting. But, that didn't rule out the fact that he's a douche.

If you want my thoughts, I'd say, Yes, marriage is a catastrophe.

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Also, this was just an experiment so I don't really know if i should continue this story. I will do so, only if my readers want me to do it. I had a parent teacher meeting at school a couple days back, and the teacher was right about me needing motivation to do something. So you get the idea. I won't be able to continue if you people don't tell me to or want me to.

Love you loads,

Rue.