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Edward Cullen/thinks Bella is the bee's knees
Bella.
That's her name.
Beautiful Swan.
"That is the most cliché pick-up line I've ever heard. I have literally heard it a zillion times. I know he's stoned but don't come back until he comes up with something more original."
Emmett comes into the room and shakes his head.
"My brain is fried. I can't repeat all of that."
"I heard her. Gimme a second to think."
I hold up one blurry finger.
"Fuck, look at my hand, Em."
He laughs, and I hear her laugh.
It's tinkling and pretty.
"Hey, Emmett," she calls from across the hall.
He gives a heavy sigh, but he's smiling as he leaves my room.
"You two know that you can hear each other, right?" he asks.
"Yeah, but I would miss your face so much. I have a question."
"Shoot."
"Before we go any further, I have to ask. Is this a here or an away game for you two?"