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.