The Twilight Twenty-Five
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Prompt: #5
Pen Name: RockRaven244
Pairing/Character(s): Edward/Bella
Rating: M
Word Count: 452

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"Stop it!" I yell, turning and walking the other way.

"You're acting like a baby," he yells back.

"I don't care."

"Bella, come on," he stops in front of me.

"Get out of my way," I groan. "I don't want to see them or talk to them."

"Look, your dad went about this the wrong way but he's still your dad."

"Really? Do parent's usually invite your ex-boyfriend and his family to dinner on the night they know their daughter is going to bring her current boyfriend home for dinner?"

He frowns.

"And let's not forget the photo albums. I mean, can you think of anything more entertaining than sitting through album after album of 'Jacob & Bella' moments?"

He pulls me into his arms and I sigh.

"Why can't they just be happy for me?"

"I don't know but by running away you are just proving that they can get to you and that asshole ex of yours thinks he has a chance."

I look up, horrified.

"Does he?"

"What!? No! Of course not," I yell, pissed off again.

"Then what does it matter that he's there? Let him and his stuffy ass parents talk about their golf club and how many gold bars they have in the trunk of the car."

I giggle.

"Who gives a shit how much money they have? They're such assholes they probably have to buy their friends."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't … you didn't do this. The running away thing was kind of awkward though," he pouts.

"Oh my God! I totally left you there for like two seconds!"

"Yeah …" he trails off.

"What happened?"

He laughs. "I looked over at everyone, shrugged and said I think she's kind of pissed off. I'll go check."

I stare at him for a few moments before I bend over and laugh.

"Ugh … that position makes me want to do dirty things to you in broad daylight. Stop it."

"I don't want to go back there."

"I know."

"You're parents aren't assholes like mine."

"Nah … my parents have so many gold bars they don't have to brag about it anymore."

I smack his chest but frown. "I think my parents are trying to work out a contract for an arranged marriage."

Edward looks at me for a long moment before laughing. Loudly.

He picks me up and throws me over his shoulder.

"Put me down!"

"Let's go back, have dessert, show everyone how happy we are, kiss and touch and rub it in that little man child's face, and then we'll go back to mine and make sweet, sweet love for the rest of the night."

I slump and laugh.

"Yeah, that sounds like a plan."