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Bella Swan/couch
"Hmph." I fall onto the couch and cover myself up with the comforter I stole off our bed.
If he's going to make me sleep out here, I'm not going to make it easy on him.
I took all of the real pillows and left the tiny decorative ones too.
I can't believe he kicked me out of the bedroom over a little joke.
Okay, he's repeatedly asked me to stop picking on him about the Pokemon thing, but I couldn't resist.
And now I'm sleeping on my couch where it's lonely and a little creepy.
It's like every single doll is staring at me from their shelves.
I sort of get Edward's hangup on them now.
I'll never tell.
The bedroom door opens so slowly I can hear the long creak it makes.
We have got to oil that thing.
"Bella?"
I pretend that I'm sleeping.
Until Edward tries to lift me up.
He could probably do it effortlessly if he didn't have that damn cast.
But he does, and he dumps me on the goddamn floor.