Age 18
"Baby, please open the door."
"…"
"Please, let's just talk about this."
"…"
"God, you know how much I hate it when you cry."
"..."
"Was that a wail?"
"Sh-shut upp!"
"Bella, you're going to wake up your dad. Now please let me in?"
"…"
"I brought you something."
"…what?"
"It's your favorite."
"Coldstone Icecream?"
"Yes baby."
"The one with the sprinkles?"
"Yup. The one with the sprinkles."
"And peanut butter?"
"And peanut butter."
"And the oreos?"
"Better open the door baby or else it's going to start melting."
"…"
"There's my girl."
"This doesn't make it better you know."
"I know baby, I know."
"Why aren't you at home packing?"
"I needed to see you, you didn't even let me finish."
"What is there to talk about? You're leaving."
"No silly girl, now if you hadn't of stormed off you would have known I wasn't going."
"But you said-"
"I know what I said Bella. But I'm not leaving, The thought of leaving was never even an option."
"But what about football?"
"I can play anywhere; it wasn't my only option baby."
"What's better than Notre Dame?"
"The question is, what does it not have that I need the most?"
"What?"
"You, it doesn't have you. I'm not giving you up baby."
"Oh Edward…"
"Careful baby, that icecream is fucking cold."
"So you're not leaving?"
"No silly girl."
"I feel like the biggest bitch."
"You're not a bitch baby."
"Oh God, I feel horrible now. I am so sorry baby. Especially about the soda."
"There's nothing to forgive, love. And it was partially my fault, I should have opened up the conversation better than I did."
"You're not mad about the spaghetti either?"
"Of course not baby, although I think I have noodles in my pants."
"I'm such a terrible girlfriend."
"Actually, you're perfect."
"You're just saying that."
"Remember what I told you baby? I would never lie to you."
"I know, I'm so stupid."
"No, you're my Bella."