Author's Note:
Fanfiction is going to kill me.
So here i was, finishing this wonderful chapter for y'all, which i was really excited for. I was just finishing up some bits and pieces when..BAM! GONE! DEAD!...this chapter died. It just shut off. I was so freaking horrified. I believe my ladylike response was "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!" So i had to transfer it to a different file type, email it to myself on a different account, restart my comp, transfer it back to the previous file type, and email it back to myself. So, there you go guys, i wasted precious sleeping time to get this out to you, Reviews would be appreciated.
Sun·day [suhn-dey, -dee]
–noun
1.
the first day of the week, observed as the Sabbath by most Christian sects.
"You can be as loud as the hell you want when your makin' love-"
Dear, Jesus.
"You can be as loud as the hell you want-"
My ears, my precious ears.
"You can as loud-"
"Charlie Swan!" I yelled out. The earsplitting noise ceased at once.
Thank fuck.
I breathed a sigh of relief.
"I'm not wearing underwear today-"
I groaned and shoved my head under my my aqua spotted pillow. My father screeching Avenue Q songs at the top of his lungs in the shower, another thing I can cross off on my list of things I don't need to witness before my death.
Other then my father's migraine worthy lackluster singing skills, life had been rather disappointing. Edward had left about an hour ago, after an awkward dinner filled with small talk and topics boring enough to put me in a mild comma, Charlie's shower concert was more then slightly welcome.
I guess overall Edward was pretty neat, and hot as a fucking coal. If only he wasn't in his thirties, and I was legal, it could actually work. Only if...
Stop it, Bella. Don't fill your head with useless thoughts.
I took a long breath, I closed my eyes, and I thought.
I thought about obnoxious noise permeating the air.
I thought about what tomorrow would bring.
But most importantly, I thought of the bronze haired man who will rule my dreams.
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"The sun is shining, its a lovely day-"
"Please, just stop." I groaned. I flipped myself over in my navy blue comforter. The day didn't have to start now. The sun would still be there in three hours, no need to rush.
"Isabella, you know what day it is." my father said quietly. I turned to face him.
"I do?" I gave my best confused expression, considering I wanted to clock him with my fist, and get some more snooze time.
Sleep. Sleep. Sleep.
"It's Sunday." he said thoughtfully. I squinted my eyes.
Sunday.
Sleep. Sleep. Sleep.
Sunday.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
"Awwe, Daddy." I pouted. He glared at my pleading expression.
"Not. Gonna. Work." he said cryptically. I continued my persuasion.
"But, Daddy..." I pleaded. He walked out of my room without so much as a second thought.
"Downstairs in 10." he mumbled as he went through the door way.
Fuck.
- - - - - - - - - -
"Ew...Daddy...this is so gross!" I screeched. My fingers drenched in thick sticky liquid.
"You gotta do,what you gotta do." he said smugly. A small smile plastered on his face. I grimaced. The little fucker was enjoying this.
He chuckled quietly to himself and focused his attention back to the black and white newspaper. His feet were propped onto the coffee table. In my haste to get downstairs, I completely neglected putting make up on, styling my hair into anything more then a messy bun, and wearing anything decent. Nothing screams 'sexy' like a heavily stained tank-top and faded green cutoffs. Tasty.
Ew. Ew. Ew.
Sorting through the compost was not my idea of a fun-filled Sunday afternoon. But at least it gave me time to think. Think about anything but the thick, smelly, rotting, disease infested goop that dripped from my gloved fingers.
Yes, very comforting.
The doorbell interrupted my internal sarcasm. Oh, goodie, something else to make my day go even more down the crapper. I huffed. I'm fucking 17, I should be doing other teenager things, not spending hours sifting through last night's leftovers.
"Oh, hello, Edward." Charlie said from down the hall.
Hold the goddamn, motherfucking, banana phone.
No, no, no, no,no.
Footsteps noisily clattered down the hardwood floor, making me grimace with each loud, taunting footstep. There was quiet murmuring exchanged, and a few god-like chuckles.
This cannot be happening.
"Sorry, for interrupting, Charlie. Bella forgot this in my car." Edward explained, his beautiful voice bouncing across the dining-room, and out the sliding door leading to the back yard, where I was currently kneeling in decomposable materials.
"Oh, why don't you go give it to her, I'll brew some Joe." My father said cheerfully. I do believe he may have a man-crush on Eddie over here. Huh. Go figure.
I was terrified. I heard more footsteps, the sliding of a glass door, and a gasp.
Dear, Jesus.
My body was frozen in horror, but somehow I managed to onto my feet. I turned my body around so I was facing the gorgeous creature. He looked hot – as usual. This time dressed in a crisp white dress shirt and tight black jeans.
Swoon.
"Um, here." he said bluntly, handing over a colourful, star covered bracelet. I took it.
"Um, thanks." I swiped it quickly. I looked at his gorgeous face once more, and noticed that his eye-line was focused at my abdomen. Huh.
"Yeah, I'll just go now..." he said awkwardly, like his train of thought was somewhere else.
"Yeah..." I agreed. With a small smile, and a polite wave, he was gone. But I was still thinking about his odd stare. I looked down at my flat tummy, and gasped.
There in the shape of a heart, was the biggest, worst smelling, horribly coloured, Compost stain I have ever seen. Then all of the events of today had started to pool in my brain.
Edward was here. I look like trailer trash. Edward saw me looking like trailer trash. I have a horrible stain on my barely decent shirt. Edward saw me looking like trailer trash, with a giant stain on my inappropriate attire.
I screamed.
I screamed,very, very loudly.
FML.
Author's Note:
It's just one of those days, ya know?
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