"Stop!" Rose shouted. "What the hell are you doing!"
Started by Rose's yelling, Edward dropped the glass. "Saving you from the wolves! They're right outside."
"What wolves?" Rose asked, looking out the window. "I don't see anything."
The only creature outside was a rabbit nibbling on a dandelion, hardly a reason for panic and bloodshed.
"They're right there!" Edward shouted, gesturing wildly to the tv. "How can you not see them!"
Rose looked at the TV and rolled her eyes. "You moron. That's a tv." She picked up the remote and changed the channel. The wolves were replaced by a Volvo commercial.
Edward's jaw dropped. "They're gone! How did you do that?" he picked up a shard of glass and pointed it at Rose. "Are you a witch?"
While Rose was the one with a weapon pointed at her, it wasn't her safety Bella was worried about.
Rose's eyes narrowed as she took a step towards Edward. "What did you just call me?"
No one, especially a guy who looked like he'd cut his hair with a weed wacker, insulted her and got away with it.
A sane person would have backed off and apologized. Edward, a person who believed in true love's kisses and killer wolves, stood his ground. "You heard me." He pointed at the TV where an old episode of Spongebob was playing. "You replaced the wolves with a demon." He took a step forward. He was now just inches from Rose's face, a bad place to be if he wanted to live to see another day. "That makes you a witch."
Emmett, seeing the writing on the wall, set Bella down, and carefully approached Rose.
"Rose, sweetheart," he said in a low, non-threatening tone. "Edward is just confused. They don't have TV where he's from."
"Stay out of this!"
Desperate to prevent things from spiraling out of control, Emmett turned to Edward. "You didn't mean to call her a witch, did you, Edward?"
She's a witch." Edward replied tensely. "That's as certain as the sunrise."
"I'm not a witch!" Rose snapped.
"That's exactly what a witch would say!"
Bella started to sweat. Was it only an hour ago she was considering putting on a hoodie? The living room felt like July in Florida. Her shirt, a long-sleeved cotton t-shirt, that seemed paper-thin an hour ago now seemed like overkill. Would anyone notice if she ran upstairs and changed? Surely Alice would mind loaning her that tank top that broke nearly every section of the Forks High dress code.
"Bella," Emmett said. "You mind helping me out here?"
Realizing she had bigger problems than the sweat rolling down her face, Bella turned her attention back to Rose and Edward. They were now just inches apart, Edward looking uneasy and Rose daring him to see what happened if he left so much as a scratch on her perfect face. While Bella was still wary of Edward, that didn't mean she wanted him to experience the full force of Rose's legendary temper. Bella had to come up with a plan, quick, or Edward would wish he was still safe and sound in his coffin.
Bella looked at Edward. "Do you trust me."
Edward smiled. "I'd trust you with my life."
For some reason, Edward's statement made her a bit uneasy. Alice didn't even trust Bella with her favorite coffee mug and they'd been friends for years. In less than a day, Edward was willing to put his life in her clumsy hands. Why? She was no her. No princess capable of running the kingdom by his side. If anything, she was the queen of disaster.
"Rose isn't a witch," Bella said. "You don't need magic to use a TV."
"Okay," Edward replied.
He lowered the glass and took a step back. "I apologize, Rose. I misjudged you."
Rose crossed her arms. "You came into my house, called me a witch, and pointed a piece of glass at my throat but you apologized, so I guess we're even."
"Good," Edward replied with a smile. "I'm glad you're willing to forgive me. Bella and I are going to need all the help we can get with the wedding."
How could Edward be so naive? An apology was never enough with Rose. If, and that was a big if, Rose ever forgave him it would be after weeks of groveling and favors.
"What wedding?" Rose asked.
"Rose," Bella said, jumping in before Edward could answer. "Why don't you tell Edward how the TV works. You've always been so great with technology, so much better than me."
Rose didn't take her eyes off Edward. "Is that so?"
"Yep. I barely even know how to send an email."
Rose smiled and turned around. While someone needed to put Edward in his place, nothing was better than the opportunity to take Bella down a peg or two. "I bet you don't even know how to replace the batteries in the remote."
Bella shugged. "Nope. I'd probably break it if I tried."
As a person prone to falling, especially when carrying fragile objects, Bella had become an expert at fixing electronics. She could take the TV apart, replace the screen, and put it back together again with her eyes closed but Rose didn't need to know that.
"Fine, I'll show Mr. Wolf how the TV works," Rose said. "But that doesn't mean I forgive him." Rose handed Edward the remote and pointed to the power button. "This button is how you turn the TV on and off."
"Can TV 101 wait until later?" Emmett asked. "We have more important things to worry about."
"Like what?" Rose asked.
"I don't know...maybe the fact that Bella is slowing bleeding out?"
Bella looked down at her legs. With all the excitement of making sure Rose didn't gut Edward like a fish, she'd somehow managed to forget about the blood running down her legs. Judging by the horrified look on Edward's face, he'd also gotten a bit distracted.
Even Rose looked a little pale. "A trip to the hospital probably wouldn't be a bad idea."
