A short drabble:
Bella blinked. Sitting at the Cullen's second computer, she was randomly on a fanfiction page. 'Beware' it said, 'if you want to keep on hating Voldemort then don't read this. This will destroy every ounce of hate for him.'
(Later that day)
Leaning back in her chair, she rubbed her eyes. She had finished one of the freakiest fanfictions ever.
Over those three and a half hours she had experienced an aneurysm, an orgasm and a stomach-ache. She began to cry.
Edward came over, his eyes concerned.
'What's wrong Bella? You've been fixated on that computer for the past four hours. I may not be able to read your mind, but I can tell your emotions. I don't need Jasper to tell me that.' As he walked over he eyed her suspiciously. 'And why is Madonna's Crazy For You in the background?'
For once in her life, the man standing in front of her was not enough for her. She wished that he had black hair instead of his copper colour. She wished that he would break down for her and beg her not to leave. She wished he was Tom Riddle.
'Damn it Edward!'
Edward opened his eyes and looked shocked.
'Bella…'
'Just read this. You're familiar with Harry Potter right?'
'Yes.'
'Then just read this. Just read it!' She motioned for him to come over.
Edward sat on the chair, his eyes narrowed at the text before him. With his vampire speed, he finished the whole thing in under an hour. All this time, Bella was in Edward's room lying on the couch, still listening to Crazy For You.
Edward came into his room and lay on the couch too. His voice was choked.
'You can go back now.'
Bella numbly walked to the study and sighed. She knew what was wrong with her. She had a bad case of the bad boy blues.