September 13th
That night, I'm exhausted from school because I just spent two hours filling in an irrelevant grid that would end up in the bottom of the bin anyway.
Two hours!
On one measly little grid.
Oh how I hate English sometimes.
So it wasn't well appreciated, when sometime after nine, my brother wandered into my room with a phone in his hands. Immediately I made the link (because my brother just walking in with a phone, is random)- it had been ringing minutes earlier. My parents had been out and clearly neither of us had been in the mood to get it. But when it started up again- my brother must have ambled to the living room and picked up the phone.
And it must've been for me.
God dammit.
"Phone for you," Kevin mumbled, betraying my suspicions. He didn't even think to warn me about who it could be, but just chucked it near my hands and walked out of the room. Bloody brothers. "He-llo?" I chirped into the phone, abandoning my perusal on logarithms. "What can I do for you?"
There was a brief pause on the other end of the line, as if my chirpy tone was making them reconsider what to say, before an obnoxious voice drawled out. "You never phoned."
"Edward?" my heart plummeted to my toes.
"The one and only."
"What are you- I mean what do you-"
"I'm phoning you because that's what boyfriends do. It's a shame you don't feel the same way. Except instead of the whole boyfriends part substitute in girlfriends. You get the picture."
"But I-"
In the background, I hear the low hum of the TV and someone crunching popcorn really loudly. It sounded like they were trying to compensate for something- something like eavesdropping into their brother's conversation. At the mention of boyfriends however, Rosalie couldn't seem to control her burning curiousity. The crunching noises stopped and too late, I realised I'd been set up. No wonder Edward had spoken in a loud voice throughout the conversation.
Like a pig to the slaughter house.
"Who's that you're talking too?" Rosalie asked nosily. "I didn't know you had a girlfriend!"
"Neither did I" I mouthed into the telephone. I didn't want to risk speaking a loud incase Edward had me on speaker or something, because that's the kind of thing he seemed maschositic enough to do.
"Well I do," Edward answered his sister's curiosity, with a tad more patience than believeable. "I'm just about to ask her on a date."
"You are?" I grimaced into the phone, wishing there was some handy telephone cord around so I could strangle him, the next time I saw him.
"Who is it? Is it someone I know?" Rosalie wanted to know, not appeased in the slightest.
"Yeah, you should do. It's only Bella."
It's only Bella?
The unbelievable prick.
perfectprincess has logged in.
perfectprincess says: Bella! i cant believe u didnt tell me, u stupid cow
perfectprincess says: Bella? THIS IZ BIGG! ur dating my BRUVVER!
perfectprincess says: MY BRUVVERRRRRR AS IN EDWARDDD!
socca_chick says: i'm well aware ur "bruvver" is Edward, fanx
socca_chick says: can you tell him to call me in 5 mins?
socca_chick has logged off.
Needless to say, he didn't call.
The unbelievable prick.
September 14th
Quadruple math.
Ugh, the bane of my existence.
It was a pleasure to skip it.
September 15th
I'm lucky I skipped school on the Friday, because just after Friday comes Saturday and Sunday and that's synonmous with THE WEEKEND!
Whoop whoop.
I love weekends, me.
On Friday, I spent the day making preparations like running to the nearest store, and grabbing some nutrition to last. It was ideal, because at eleven o'clock in the morning the chances of running into any schoolmates your age are slim to none. Mostly because they're at the establishment I'm meant to be in right now.
The next two days, I perfected my role of a hermit, only emerging for regular persuits of the bathroom and to use the downstairs computer to check the news.
The downstairs computer is ideal, because everyone crashes in the living room, and it doesn't really give you the type of privacy to check your mail.
And the last thing I wanted to do, was check my mail.
But inevitably (I guess it had to happen sometime) Rosalie came over to see if I wanted some burritos. My parents, being none the wiser to teenage drama, even though they had two teenage kids of their own, waved Rosalie up with awwing cheers of delight.
It was the smell of burritos that warned me at first.
Marco, the Cullen's family cook, was from a mexican household and was famed for making anything from tacos, to you guessed it...burritos.
Already my mouth was watering, after being stocked up on stale Ritz biscuits and too many oreos, the smell of burrito was a slice of mexican heaven. "Shit!" I cried, racing to open my blinds and illuminate the room.
Already I wish I hadn't.
Stray packaging lingered on my carpet like a bad smell, and crumbs crunched underfoot as I made my way to the bed. Having created a masterful cocoon, suitable for keeping oneself warm but not entertaining guests, I wrenched my quilt to the side and further crumbs and crisps rained down on the floor.
Holy smoley.
"Bella? Can I come in?" Rosalie obviously had asked that for asthetic purposes, because a second later she turned the knob and let herself in. Instantaneously she brought herself to a halt. "Christ."
Christ was right. As her startled eyes began to scan the room, I plastered myself against the wall and hoped for the best. The best however, was not good enough.
"It's like a nuclear bomb's gone off in here. Are you hoarding from something, Bella?"
Haha. Rosalie thought she was being really funny, didn't she? Instead of flat out saying I've been hiding from the world, she had clocked the empty wrappers and stale scent of Ritz to conclude I'd been hoarding. In her books one clearly equalled the other.
I couldn't help but be impressed though. Here, I thought Rosalie would be buzzing with questions and incredulous disbelief about her brother and I, and instead she makes a passe at my room.
"So is it true?" Rosalie demanded, stepping forward to corner me slightly. "That you and my brother...?"
"Are very good friends? Yes!" I giggled hysterically.
"Oh? So it's nothing more? Oh, Bella! You don't know how much of a relief, that's to hear!" She reached out a condescending hand. "But don't worry Bella, your time will come...someday."
Ad-lib: Bella has a brother in this. Not trying to spite SMeyer, but there's only so much I can work with.
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