8.
So, maybe I was wrong; the trip didn't last for only an hour. But, eh, I slept through the most of it, anyways.
Where we are now, it's colder than Manila, but because of Forks' weather in the states, I can manage. And I sure as hell look like an idiot at this very moment for wearing parka, but, well, it's raining... plus, again, it's cold out here.
While standing outside the car, I hear him snicker beside me. I turn to give him a stink-eye, giving him a once-over. "What?"
"Bella, don't you have a different coat?" he asks. "It's not as cold as you think it is."
I stick my tongue at him. "What is it to you? I'm the one wearing it, not you. I should be the one embarrassed."
He sighs, frustrated. "Of course I know that. But you are with me. Don't you think I get humiliated, too?"
"Since when did you care about your image, huh?"
He breathes out heavily. "Do we really have to go through this?"
I shrug. "You started it."
"Whatever," he ends dismissively, rolling his eyes, and carries the bags to the house.
Oh, this is gonna be one helluva ride.
