UNFORTUNATELY, LAST POST FOR THE DAY. I HAVE TO REVIEW OR IMMA GET AN ASS WHOOPIN' LOL


19.

Fortunately, he didn't even bicker me the whole ride. It was short, anyways; give or take, only 30 to 45 minutes.

We soon arrive at Alice and Jasper's place, and I guess I'm liking the quiet vibe going on around us, so I head straight to the door.

"Hey, Bella, wait up!" Edward runs toward me. At first I really thought he's going to me, but instead he opts to open the door. God, I'm so pissed at him.

I swallow my irritation and walk to the kitchen to make myself some coffee, but he's quickly beaten me to it, and directs me to the living room couch. A minute later, he shows up with two cups of coffee just like yesterday.

He hands me the coffee and slowly sits down, no doubt assessing my reaction. I, as usual, put on my poker face. My colleagues say I'm good at that.

"Bella, tell me. What happened? Did I do something wrong?" he begins. I'm immediately hit by a splash of memories, one standing out the most is the last time we've had a fight five years ago. These were his exact words that night. I start to feel as if I'm choking and unable to breathe.

His eyes widen as I breathe harshly. "Bella?"

I bite my lip, suppressing the tears begging to come out. I bow down, close my eyes, and shake my head to clear everything in my mind.

"Edward, I'm really tired. I want to rest," I tell him before I not so rudely stand up and prepare to climb upstairs.

Before I open the door to the guest room, I remember to be a good housemate and ask him, "By the way, Edward, do you have your own room?"

His head tilts up and gives me a wry smile. "Why, are you gonna make me sleep with you there?"

I scowl. "You're such a douche."


There's always gonna be shit ready to ruin your ever so fucking good day.