Edward's not mine (lol) or twilight or anything else...
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAh!" I screamed as loud as I could, knowing I talk in my sleep and Edward would most likely wake me.
I felt arms shaking me and said sleepily, "Thanks Edward."
(gag) "Bella, are you okay?" asked a (strangled) familiar, but wrong, voice.
"Dad?" I asked incredulously. Oh crap. Charlie must have heard me scream and came in as Edward split.
"Yeah, yeah, it's me. Don't think I'll do this every day, though. Now go downstairs and make me a chicken, egg,and cheese omelet. Hurry up now, you only have ten minuets!" Charlie got up and walked to the door. Ten minuets! I've done a lot for him, but this is the worst.
"Whatever Dad." I murmured, shooting out of bed, quickly sprinting to my small, inadequate dresser while Charlie left the room. I chose a light blue camisole under a white short-sleeved scoop-necked tee-shirt, with faded jeans. I speed-showered, brushed my teeth and made 2 omelets, before leaving for school.
"Crap. I'm late." I huffed it was 7:32 (yes, school starts at 8:00. Edward likes for me to be there before the bell). I saw Edward's perfect frame leaning against his '52 ford compact, (he's really old fashioned. He just hates my farari.) with something shiny in his hand. Oh yeah! Today's my 18th B-day! Yay! I love birthdays, especially mine! I skipped up to him.
"So, what did you get me?" I asked him.
"Nothing much, just got Alice to throw a party for you." He, said, barely able to control his anticipation for my answer.
Alice, you see, is great at throwing parties but doesn't like throwing them. She's going through this Emo vamp phase.
"OmiGosh!" I shrieked, throwing my arms around Edward's waist.
(cough, cough.)" Surprise. Happy Birthday Bella."