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Edward Cullen/love sick fool
"I love you."
"Bella, I'm in love with you."
I stare at my reflection and crack my knuckles against my cast.
I jump around, trying to get myself pumped before stopping in front of the mirror again.
"Hey, pretty lady. I kind of love you, you know?"
You're such a tool
"My heart ... it's yours."
As if you don't already come across as a pussy
I give up.
It'll happen when it happens.
With my luck, I'll probably blurt it out through the bathroom door while she's peeing or something equally mortifying.
She's had a rough day, and I'm going to make it better.
I'm going to Bella's apartment.
The one with the creepy dolls.
Hopefully, her hobby hasn't bled into the bedroom because I have the makings for a bed picnic and my laptop, so we can Netflix and chill.
And I really mean the chill part.
She sounded exhausted when I talked to her.