Bella's Guilty Pleasure
A/N: Yes, I do have every one of these artists on my iPod. Never fear! I have real music too. But really. Sometimes you're just in the mood for some boppin tunes. You can't even deny it. Don't hate me. I don't own anything. Except I almost bought a Justin Timberlake bobblehead. But no, not even that. Revieeew!
I was laying on my bed with Edward, just chilling out (ha, chilling). I was savoring his intoxicating scent, and he was flipping through the library on my iPod. My iPod which he had bought me against my wishes or knowledge. Anyway, he was thumbing through my songs when I heard a tiny gasp.
Turning to face my love, I asked, "What happened?"
"BRITNEY SPEARS?" he thundered.
"Oops," I said quietly as I tried to grab the music player back.
"What is this, Bella? I find my heartfelt lullaby next to this—this—I don't even know how to describe what this is. Words escape me. Really, Bella? Really? Aaron Carter? The CHEETAH GIRLS? You hate Miley Cyrus! You have said so on numerous occasions. A*Teens, Aly and A.J., Backstreet Boys???"
I tried and failed to capture the device before he could delve any further into the alphabet. I knew that he would only find more teenybopper artists. Just wait until he reached the—
"JONAS BROTHERS? You have FORTY-THREE Jonas Brothers songs! I didn't even know they HAD that many songs. Bella! How long have you been hiding this obsession??"
"I can explain!" I protested.
"Please do," he answered huffily.
"Fine. I am a teenybopper. There. There is my explanation. Are you happy now? I am the teeniest, boppiest teenybopper around. I love Jesse McCartney. I know every word to every N'Sync song ever made. I know it's not real music, but to be quite honest, I don't care! It is upbeat and very catchy. Discussion over."
"Oh no, this discussion is not over," Edward tried to start again.
"Nuhhuh. If you are just going to yell at me for liking 98 Degrees, then you can just leave. We are allowed to have differences of opinion, Edward. And if you are too obsessed with control to accept that, then maybe you need to rearrange your priorities."
Immediately, his face turned sorrowful.
"I'm sorry, Bella. It's just that it shocked me that – TEDDY GEIGER??—I'm sorry. It just upset me that there were so many things I didn't know about you. I want to know everything about you!"
"Well, I guess that's okay. But you really could control your reactions better. I love Teddy Geiger. He's gorgeous and less boppy than most."
At that, my vampire began to splutter. Yes, splutter.
"Gorgeous?? I think I am allowed to draw the line at you referring to someone else as gorgeous. I mean, I'm not the jealous type, but…"
"Oh, calm down. I still love you. And on the off chance that I did ever meet Joe Jonas, I am 86% sure that I would still choose you."
Edward was nodding. "I never knew. Wait. Only 86%??" Now he seemed peeved.
"What? It's a C!"
"You are inscrutable. I apologize for my outburst. But can you do me one favor?"
"That depends. I am not deleting my Corbin Bleu."
"Your --! Nevermind. I just ask that we don't keep any more secrets from each other."
"So I guess this isn't the best time to tell you about my navel piercing?"
"Not funny, Bella," protested Edward.
"Fine. No more jokes. And no more secrets," I agreed. With that, I snuggled up to Edward once more, utterly content.
"You know, Emmett will be so pleased to hear about this," Edward whispered, chuckling.
Confused, I asked, "Why will Emmett care?"
"He tries to hide it, but I've seen his High School Musical CDs. He thinks they're hidden."
I snorted, and immediately blushed and buried my head in Edward's shoulder. He wrapped his arms around me and I drifted into a peaceful dream about meeting Taylor Swift. I wish my hair would curl like that. Maybe Alice could do it…