Ella POV
Sophia and I sat close together as we watched Romeo and Juliet, it was nearly the end and Romeo just downed the poison and Juliet's eyes fluttered open. Sophia and I began to sob, we both knew what was going to happen, but just the whole thing about this was so romantic and so tragic. Romeo was willing to die because life without Juliet wasn't a life at all.
After the movie ended we sat there our snacks untouched we were both contemplating the love that Romeo and Juliet shared. I don't think I'll ever have anything remotely close, I may never fall in love and be single for the rest of my life while all my family are twined to someone special. My parents remind me quite a bit of Romeo and Juliet. My Dad, Edward and my mom, Bella, are like two-star-crossed-lovers. My mom and dad are soul mates and if something ever happened to either of them which ever was left would go straight to the Vulturi.
My dad's already done that once when he thought my mom was dead. I swear he's the king of overreacting.
"Okay, if I think about this anymore I'm going to drive myself insane!" I said bluntly. My mother never speaks her mind –without editing—when I have no filter. I usually am telling the truth with my blunt and random thoughts spouting from my mouth, but if I do tell a lie no one ever picks up on it. My father can't read my mind so I could lie through my teeth and no one would know unless Aunt Alice has a vision.
Sophia and I ended up watching five other movies eating, laughing, and screaming. We went downstairs after watching 28 weeks later and when everyone came back into the house from their hunting trip – silent as normal and then someone touched my shoulder I screamed bloody murder and Sophia screamed because I screamed. Then I turned around and so did she. We always get so jumpy after watching scary movies.
My dad had an amused smile on his face as I took in a deep breath when I saw his face. I saw it was light outside now, oops, we didn't sleep – well it's not like anyone ever sleeps at a sleepover. That's ironic.
"What are you girls doing up this late or shall I say early," He said looking out the glass wall and the light of another cloudy day spilled into the living room. I gave him a smile, his smile. "Dad, you should know by now my sleepovers never really involve any sleep." I said as Sophia and I went back up stairs and crashed, the effect of the sleepless night was setting in right about now.