Hey, guys :)
Sorry, this chapter is VERY random. This big random thing happens, see, I was sat writing it, and this really funny picture me and Sally (Mrs Andrew Workman) saw the other day of Kristen Stewart popped into my head, and then the next thing I know I'm absolutley pissing myself over this paragraph I'd written of complete crap... but it fit :D
Sorry if you don't find it funny. Really I am.
MORGAN- the girl who tells me to kill off Jacob. Shame on you. Like that would EVER happen in a story I wrote.
Anyway, I'll leave you to it now. :D
I DON'T OWN TWILGHT. OR AWESOME RED TRUCKS. Hehehehe... just wait and see!!
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A couple of weeks passed without much contact with Edward, or Jacob. Jake didn't speak to me in English at all anymore.
After a call to the hotel (and a minor therapy session for Alice), the wedding was re-arranged for the 27th.
"A day that seems to be clear," Alice chuckled nervously one Monday morning, warming her tiny hands on her coffee mug. "You are absolutely certain the 27th is okay?"
Jazz nodded reassuringly, smiling at her.
God, I hated how happy they were! Everything was so serious together-forever around them now. Alice had now fully moved in and they'd put her house on the market to pay for the wedding, which was proving pretty costly.
"Mom was saying she wanted to do something important at the wedding," I chipped in, remembering an earlier phone-conversation.
"Like what?"
"She mentioned paying for your dress, or buying the cake… something like that," Jazz told her.
"SHIT!"
"What?" Jazz and I asked, bewildered.
"I haven't even thought about the freaking cake!"
Alice turned into full on wedding mode, and started pulling out wedding catalogues and contact numbers, muttering to herself. Jazz tried to sneak away, but didn't get very far. I laughed and stood up.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"I gotta go to school, Ali," I smiled, and kissed her cheek swiftly. Jazz glared at me. I grabbed my keys and called "Remember, nobody ever likes fruit cake!" as I walked out the door.
I had barely pulled into the school parking lot when something flew out of the middle of freaking nowhere and hit the windshield of my truck.
I stomped on the break and jumped out; ready for a full-scale punch up with the crazy freak that had nearly killed me, and was surprised to see Leah was the only one in the lot. I mean, it was still pretty early…
"Did you see that?" I asked her.
"Yeah."
"You saw who it was?"
"Yeah."
"Who?"
"Me."
Huh. That's funny. It sounded like Leah had thrown whatever it was at my truck. That can't be right.
"Who?" I asked again, stepping closer towards her.
Leah rolled her eyes at me. "It was me, dipshit."
Okay, because that makes sense. Living with all these freaks makes me sound really stupid sometimes. Why in the hell would Leah do that? She's one of the few people that actually likes me nowadays!
"Okay. Erm…why?"
"Because I hate you."
Well, looks like I spoke to soon. Again.
"What the f*ck have I ever done to you?!"
She walked closer towards me, so we were almost touching. I'd never actually realised just how scarily tall she was. She narrowed her eyes and glared at me, her face mere millimetres away from mine.
"I'm onto you, you filthy slut," she whispered menacingly. "Stay away from Jacob. Stay away from me. You so much as look at him again, and I'll rip your eyeballs from their sockets and ram them down your throat, you piece of shit."
What did I do? Well, aside from shitting myself, I realised: Jacob told her. The little dick told her about the kiss, and made it sound like I had come onto him, made me out to be the bad guy. Girl. Whatever. (Here it comes!!!)
Then I turned around and walked away, back to my truck. Because I was the bigger person.
Yeah, the bigger person in a f*cking Chevy, you f*cking idiot! Who's the bigger person now! ME! Never anger a sexually deprived person in a f*cking awesome red truck! We'll see exactly how big you are smeared all over the windscreen like a f*cking BUG!! DIE DIE DIE!!
Oh, look at that. There seems to have been some sort of accident. Are those mangled guts over there Leah's?
Hehehe…
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Edward P.O.V!!! (Just to add some colour :D You can thank me later)
I heard the familiar roar of Bella's Chevy turn into the parking lot, and grinned to myself. I couldn't help it. There's just something really sexy about a woman that can handle a large vehicle.
Hah.
I shook my head to clear it of the rather perverted visions involving Bella and…uh…large vehicles that had just popped out of nowhere as the squeal of the truck's breaks filled the air.
I turned around to see Bella stopped in the middle of the lot, looking around, confused. I dodged behind a strategically placed mini-van and witnessed a heated argument take place between Bella and Leah.
I was really proud of Bella for just walking away, back to her truck, being the bigger person. I was surprised she'd managed to control her anger problems so easily, I mean-
HOLY SHIT!
No way. I must be delusional…
I heard Bella's evil laugh as she rammed Leah down in her truck and realised that, unfortunately, it was not so.
Bella had killed Leah.
And was now laughing hysterically about it.
I glanced around the parking lot. Luckily there was no one else around. Just me, Bella, and a pile of mangled guts.
So then I slowly made my way towards Bella, who was laughing in Leah's messy face, chuckling about her truck, and bugs. Maybe I should think this through…
Crap. She's seen me.
"Hey, Edward!" she laughed. I didn't say anything, just let what had just happened sink in. It didn't take as long as I thought it would've.
"Oh, shit," Bella mumbled to herself, as I watched the realisation flash in her eyes. She looked at me worriedly.
"It's okay," I told her. "We'll sort it out. I have plan."
"What?" She looked pretty confused. Which is understandable, really. Poor girl.
"Just do what I tell you to, okay?"
She nodded as I pulled my phone out and dialled Emmett. I knew being a police officer's brother was going to have its uses someday.
Bella was brilliant. A little under an hour later, she'd cried and wailed her way out of everything. It probably helped that Jasper turned up.
"Edward," he called over to me, beckoning me towards him. I walked around the truck sectioned off with yellow tape.
"Yeah?"
He nodded over to Bella, who was sat shaking slightly to herself, the Vaseline she'd geniusly rubbed under her eyes glinting, making her eyes look sallow. Nobody would ever know…
"Take her home for me? Would you mind staying with her for a bit? Just until me or Alice get back?"
"Sure."
He smiled. "Thanks."
"Don't mention it," I said, starting to walk over to her. But Jasper put a hand on my shoulder. "Yeah?"
"Don't try anything."
"What?"
He glared at me menacingly. "You heard me. She's been through enough."
As if I'd take advantage of her while she's like this!
Actually…
So I just nodded and shook him off. He still didn't trust me. Sure, he had to do the whole protective-older-brother thing, but… it was too much sometimes, it really was.
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Sooooooo?? How'd I do? Should I delete this and start again? Was I too mean?
Seriously, go Google that picture. Its fucking hilarious :D I won't go into detail here, I'll let you go see for yourselves :)
And how did I do with the Edward POV? Are you all totally hating on me now?
Hehe. I really enjoyed writing that. I can't stop laughing now :):):):):):):):):):):):)
Well... leave me some love guys! Only my best friend has reviewed the last few chaps. You realise how depressing that is?
Don't take that the wrong way, Mog :D LOVEE YOUUU!!! XXXXX
Right, I'll go now.
Again- sorry for the rambles :)
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