Stephenie has it all. I just decided to play with her characters and add some of mine.
Pictures of the characters on my web, here: http:/ newdawn-newday-newlife . webs . com/ residentadviser . htm. As you know by now, remove the spaces.
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IMPORTANT! Okay, now...explanations:
1. Sam - He tried to be on the team and because he was terminal year, coach didn't give him a shot and he wasn't that good. Of course, now, he is jealous on Edward. Jake befriended him and knew of his criminal mind but he was just trying to hurt Edward. Don't forget that Jacob was Edward's best friend before he decided to mess with his little sister.
2. I don't want to offened anyone who is going to read this chapter: Chinese - it's all I'm saying. I don't want to spoil it for you. It's all in good fun so don't be offended if you're Asian.
Now, I'll allow you to read. Enjoy! I hope I explained everything about Sam. If there are still questions, please do ask. As you know, I answer every and each review. :)
I left my room, angry, after I had pushed Jacob Fucking Black out of it a while ago.
Despite being so late, I needed a run. I couldn't believe I was nothing more than a bet. That this whole thing had been a bet!
"He's up to something. He is not a saint! He is second only to Edward, with his way with the girls!" Rosalie's words rang loudly in my ears as I descended.
What a lovely way to spend Valentine's Day! Not that I ever cared about this day… but still. I pushed the door open and stepped into the crisp February air.
There was a car parked crookedly in front of the building. It was Edw- Cullen's car. There was… fog? Inside the car…
I approached cautiously and saw Cullen gripping the steering wheel and jumping, struggling even. Huh?
"Did you lock yourself in?" I asked, amused and peeked inside. It was the first time I had talked directly to him in over a month.
He was coughing and pleading me with his eyes to open the door, his eyes jumping from my face to the locked door. He stopped moving after a second, his head falling on the window with a muted thud.
Everything fell into place. Jacob being happy, Jacob congratulating Sam, Jacob… had hurt Edward! This was part of the bet!
"HELP!" I started yelling as I tried to open the door. "HEEELPP!" I shouted again, my throat dry and palms clammy.
Luckily, Emmett and Rose were coming back from their date.
"Help! Edward… he's suffocating!" I cried out and tugged on Emmett's hand to come and help Edward. He broke the window and got him out. Rose brought Emmett's Jeep, and we got Edward to the hospital.
I stayed in the backseat, cradling Edward's limp body in my arms, praying he made it. As angry as I was with him, I still loved him.
As Rosalie sped to the hospital, Emmett called Alice. "Just move your ass to the hospital!... I don't fucking care what day it is! Didn't you hear me? It's Edward!" he shouted. I hadn't heard Emmett speak so angrily before. He hung up, muttering about his sister. Rose sped through a red light, honks blaring around us. She parked in front of the hospital, flipping the bird to a guard that was gesturing wildly.
Emmett got Edward and rushed inside.
"You should go, too. I'll park legally and follow," she told me softly. I jumped out and rushed after Emmett, my legs felt like jelly.
I found him, screaming to a doctor. "NOW! I need Doctor fucking Cu-"
"Don't raise your voice in the hospital!" the doctor snapped.
"Help him!" I grabbed the first doctor I saw. "He's hurt! He inhaled exhaust fumes!" I said shakily. The doctor glanced where I was pointing to and froze.
"Edward?" he whispered, turning white.
Emmett's head snapped when he heard the voice. "DAD! Thank God!" The doctor ran to us. Dad? Holy shit! I had no idea their father was a doctor.
"Follow me, Emmett. Fred, prepare the O.R.," he instructed the doctor that didn't want to listen to Emmett.
I stood there, rooted to the spot watching the Cullens running away to save Edward, tears steaming down my cheeks. Before everything turned black, I saw Rosalie rushing to me.
"She'll be just fine," a soft voice whispered.
"I hope so," someone sobbed. My hand was squeezed and I wriggled my fingers. "Bella! You're with us."
I opened my eyes and saw Alice. Then I saw the IV and my stomach turned.
"It's just glucose and calcium. You seem to lack them," her father told me. I looked at him, still not believing that no one had told me about this.
"Is he going to be okay?" I asked, swallowing a fresh round of tears.
"He's in the O.R.. I'm not allowed in there," he told me, softly.
"Can you take this off?" I pleaded, looking at the needle inside me.
"Of course."
Some time later, the rest of them came into the room, along with a woman that I thought it would be their mother. She had caramel colored hair, which was twisted it an odd way, her kind eyes were full of tears. Alice launched herself at her and choked out.
"I wish I knew who did this!" Emmett groaned and slumped in the seat Alice had vacated.
"I know," I whispered. Everyone turned to me.
"Jacob Black."
"What? But he is Edward's best friend!" Jasper said, surprised.
"Not anymore. Since… you know?" I tired to communicate without words. I didn't know how much his parents knew about Edward's private life.
"What kind of revenge is this? To try and kill him?" Emmett exploded sending his mother in a new round of hysterics.
"Doctor Cullen?" A nurse poked her head inside. "Can we talk outside?"
"Come in. They're family."
"He didn't need surgery. He'll be fine. He's sleeping now."
Another wild sob escaped me, and I was in Emmett's arms before the tears fell. "So my Rosie was right," he whispered in my ear. "There's something between you two."
"Something," I agreed.
I pleaded with Edward's father to allow me to stay the night, and he promised to cover for me. I stayed on the plastic chair next to the bed, holding Edward's hand until dawn when my eyes drooped.
I woke up to my head shaking. Some horrible sound came from somewhere close by and my head kept moving. I groaned and looked around. My eyes widened when I saw Edward on his ass, hands on his chest, coughing violently. I watched in horror. His eyes watered as he tried to get a hold of the coughing fit. "Motherfucker," he grumbled, his voice scratchy.
"Water?" I whispered.
He turned to me, sucking in a deep breath, and startled, coughing again. I scrambled up and found my bottle of water on the couch where Emmett had left it.
"Drink," I said, and offered it to him. He shook his head and held his torso as he kept coughing. I felt helpless.
Just then, the door opened and someone breezed past me. His father.
"Son? Lie back. There," he murmured and placed him better on the pillows. "Drink some water. Slowly." He pulled out a straw from his pocket and put it in the bottle from my hand.
Edward sipped slowly, glancing at me and frowning.
"I'll get your doctor," his father said and left.
"Go away," Edward said, venomously. "What was your fucking plan?" he hissed.
"What?" I asked bewildered.
"Don't you fucking play innocent, Swan! Your little boyfriend was trying to kill me!"
"You think I… Edward!" I gasped. "I'd never! He… It was all a bet… He was with me to get to you," I explained, never meeting his gaze.
"Motherfucker!" he shouted and started coughing again, his hand going to his side.
"What hurts?" I asked, anxiously.
"Lungs," he managed to say between coughs.
A Chinese doctor came in with Doctor Cullen and went to Edward, asking questions and poking him. I bit my lip, watching Edward snap at the doctor until his father stepped in. After they left, I sat back in my chair.
"Fucking Chinese people!" he grumbled, stroking a spot the doctor had pushed earlier. "You think it's funny?" he asked when I giggled.
"Well… you have to admit that out of all the things that could annoy you right now, you find the doctor… the most annoying."
"He is! Did you see his eyes?" he asked and tugged at the corner of his eyes, poking his tongue out at me. His face was so comical that I couldn't help laugh. "I can't laugh. You can't laugh either," he demanded.
"Last time I checked, it was a free country."
"Human rights and all that shit! You're not allowed to laugh at another person."
"I wasn't laughing at you! You were doing this funny face and I couldn-
"I can't laugh and you shouldn't laugh either," he conceded.
"I can and I will." This sounded like good old times when we quarreled out of nothing.
"Listen here, Swan. You won't," he emphasized on the "you" part.
"I will."
"Won't!"
"Will!" I smiled, unable to stop.
"Fucking won't!" He raised his voice, letting a small cough out.
"See what happens if you scream?"
"Free country, as I said, allowed to do whatever the fuck I want. I should be allowed to do anything considering I nearly died."
"I said it was a free country! And because you were nearly killed you aren't allowed to do many things," I told him, smartly.
"Jesus! I can't say that I missed this, but it's better than both of them sulking around." Rose's voice floated in the room.
I blushed, and Edward narrowed his eyes at them. "How long have you been there? What if I was telling Swan something private?"
"Are you sure he's the same person you carried in here last night, Emmett?"
"All I know is that my brother's back," he boomed and hugged Edward who started coughing violently and punched Emmett's back.
"Emmett!" I hissed and pushed him away. I saw Edward glancing at the bottle of water and grinned.
"Thou shall help your neighbor," Edward muttered to me.
I cracked up and passed him the bottle. "Where are Alice and Jasper?"
"Bringing food. Dad mentioned that hospital food isn't very good," Emmett said, watching us confused. I saw Rose smirking and looking knowingly. So what? She knew all along that we'd end up together!
"Food!" Edward grinned and shook the bottle, sending water over him.
"Smooth, little brother. Smooth!"
"Shut up!" he hissed and rubbed his pajama pants. His mother had brought clothes last night.
"You look like you pissed on yourself."
To my amusement, Edward blushed and tugged the blanket over him.
"Who found me?" he asked quietly, playing with the straw.
"I did," I told him. His head snapped to me.
"Last night?" he probed. I nodded. "What the fuck were you doing out at that hour?"
"I fought with Jacob. He told me about the bet, and I wanted to go for a run. I saw your car and only when you passed out did I realize what happened."
"I thought it was you… but wasn't sure. My brain was foggy," he mumbled and rested his head on the pillow, closing his eyes.
"We should tell the school what Black did," Rose said, after a few minutes of silence.
"Mom is doing just that," Emmett confessed. "If they don't throw his ass in prison, they'll expel him at least."
"Sam, too," I said, just remembering what Jacob had told me.
"Uley?" Edward's head snapped to me.
"Uhh… I don't know."
"Coach wanted to make him a substitute, but decided otherwise since he is finishing this year."
Alice and Jasper brought food, and Edward dug in the steaming pizza, hissing because it was too hot. After a few slices, he raised an eyebrow at me and brought his slice to my mouth. I turned three shades of red and tried to avoid everyone's eyes as I bit down.
"Shouldn't it be the other way round?" Alice giggled. "I mean, he's injured and all that."
I glared at her.
"Yes. Feed me!" I groaned. She shouldn't have given him ideas! Now, Edward looked like a child told that Christmas was tomorrow. "Thou shall help thy neighbor," he repeated and batted his long, black eyelashes.
I squirmed, uncomfortable with the turn of events, but sat next to him on the bed and took a slice of pizza in a shaky hand to bring to his mouth. At the last second, a devious plan came in my mind, and I leaned down and bit on it, banging our heads in the process.
"Aren't they cute?" Emmett asked in a loud whisper.
I growled under my breath and before Edward could answer, I stuffed the slice of pizza in his mouth.
"He is fine, Esme. He woke up and his friends are there along with Alice and Emmett." I heard Doctor Cullen's voice from outside the door. Who was Esme?
The door opened, and I saw his mother stepping in and stopping to gape at us. Shit! I was feeding her son. I blushed worse than ever.
"Edward!" she wailed and rushed to us. He put his hands up, knowing what had happened when Emmett hugged him. "It hurts?" she asked worriedly.
"Just... no hugs." He grinned and threw Emmett a look.
She sat on his other side and smoothed his hair. I tried to move, but he caught my wrist.
"Going somewhere, Swan? I'm still hungry," he said, passively.
I glanced at his mother who gazed back at me. Double shit. How do I get out if this?
My phone saved me. "Excuse me," I muttered and rushed out of the room.
"Hello?"
"Bella! Can you talk with Angela? I'm relaying what we decided on, but she isn't getting it." Nathan sounded desperate.
"Sure. Put her on," I sighed.
"Bella!" she cried. "We can't do that! It will be too big… we don't have that much time."
"Ang, calm down." I sighed, tired and not in the mood for this. "We can do it. I've worked with Nathan on it. It's nearly done."
We had made a collage of areas that are most affected by the global warming and wrote the pros and cons about the area.
I talked to Angela for another five minutes, and she seemed to understand that it was almost done then I hung up and returned to the room.
"Problems?" Rose asked me.
I rolled my eyes and sat next to her on the couch. "I love Nathan to bits but when he has to explain shit, he manages to panic everyone."
She laughed and I made a face. "How's the project?"
"Almost there. The presentation is in April."
"Nathan? You mean the weird dude you've been hanging out with lately?" Emmett asked nonchalantly.
"Emmett!" his mother hissed.
"It's true. You should see him."
I sighed and shook my head. "He is as normal as you are. It doesn't mean he is weird if he doesn't do the cool stuff you do." I hated when people said bad things about Nathan.
"Is he the one that shook my hand in the library?" Edward realized what he said only after he talked. His eyes went wide and settled on Emmett.
"Oh, this is good! Since when do you frequent the library, little bro?"
"He came to bring me something," I tried to save him.
"How do you even know where the library is?" Jasper asked confused. Shit, we were going deeper.
"Bella explained and," he smirked at me, "I saved the fucking penguins that day!" He grinned, proudly.
No one moved, besides Esme's head that was turning from one to another. Emmett and Alice gasped, "Bella?" Jasper mouthed in horror, "Penguins?"
Rosalie rounded on me. "Bella, huh?" she asked, obnoxiously.
"That's my name, the last time I checked," I told her, calmly. I didn't need this in front of their mother. I turned to glare at Edward for his slip, but he was in a heated contest with Jasper, mouthing insults. I caught a few "fucks" and other curses. His mother caught a handful of his hair and tugged on it.
"Hurt or not, you're still not allowed to cuss," she hissed.
"Ow, woman!" he groaned and tried to pry her hand from his hair. "I won't say anything. Just let go of my fucking hair before you leave me baaaa- owwww- ld!"
Some time later, everyone parted, leaving us alone, again. I had to ask this, it was bugging me since he mentioned it.
"Uhh Edward?" I said, clearing my throat. He glanced at me. "You really think I'd do this? I mean… put Jake up to doing this to you?"
"Christ!" he groaned and ran a hand through his hair. "I wasn't thinking when I said that. I know you wouldn't."
"Okay. Do you still want me to go?"
"You can stay," he whispered. "Look," he started saying after a minute, "You have no idea how sorry I am for what happened at Christmas."
"I don't want to talk about it," I said, stubbornly.
"Come here, won't you?" He patted the bed next to his hip. I bit my lip, debating whether it was wise to go near him again. "I won't bite, Swan."
I shuffled to his side and sat there, quietly looking at my hands in my lap. His big hand took one of mine and squeezed it.
"You realize what I just said? I never apologize. Can't you just fucking accept it?"
"Just like that? When you're better, won't you go back to your old ways?"
"When I'm out of this shit hole, we'll try again. I want this to work," he said seriously, trying to look in my eyes.
"I want to believe you, but I can't," I admitted.
"I'd do anything you want to make you trust me. Just please, Swan… let me try again."
"Another shot?" I asked. My voice had a hysteric note to it. "And if you fail? You think I can go back to my life, knowing you can't be swayed from your ways?"
"That won't happen. I was stupid…. it was still a game to me. Only when I left your room and bumped into Ramona, or whatever her name is, I realized that I had been incredibly stupid. Then you came out… shit!" he groaned and started coughing. "Fucking Black!"
I squeezed his hand and stroked his hair. "Water?" I asked, and he nodded.
"Did your mother say anything?"
"They can't do anything. There weren't witnesses. Everyone knows that we were fighting for a month or so. They'd think I said it was him, considering everything."
"But it's true!" I said, hotly.
"Only coach believed Mom. He'll get him off the team."
"I'll take care of him!" I hissed.
"Don't. Please, no," he begged, sucking on the straw.
Around nine at night, his father came to tell him that he was going home.
"You're leaving your son in this shit hole?" Edward groaned, watching him incredulously.
"I happen to work here. You need to get well. Rest," he said sternly. "You want a lift to the campus?" he asked, turning to me.
I was about to say "yes" when Edward moaned loudly and started coughing. "No!"
"Sleep. I'll come back in the morning," I reasoned.
He let me go, unwillingly. The ride to the campus was more than uncomfortable; especially when Carlisle – whose name I had finally caught – asked me the most embarrassing thing possible.
"How long have you been with my son?"
"We're not a couple," I blurted out, turning an unhealthy shade of red.
"Really?" He sounded surprised. "He is whipped, if I do say so myself, "
"You're mistaken," I mumbled. "Just friends."
"We'll see about that." I was sure that I wasn't supposed to hear that.
"Thank you," I muttered and rushed out of the car, heading to the door of the dorm building. I ran into someone, head first. The person steadied me and let me go.
"Are you alright?" the boy asked concerned.
"I guess. I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"I was under the impression that I would hurt you… but you seem okay." He grinned, then studied my face and his eyes widened. "You're Swan?"
"Yeah…"
"Bob Gravel." He stuck his hand out. "I'm center," he said, proudly.
I frowned. "Of the universe?" I found myself ask.
"Just center," he said, looking at me pointedly then sighed. "Maybe Captain was right. Center is a position at basketball," he explained.
"Oh," I said, stupidly.
"Listen, I was going to Emmett, but it's good I found you. Anyway, is it true? Everyone's talking about it."
"He'll survive. Unfortunately," I grumbled, hoping he didn't hear the last bit.
"Are you going back tomorrow?"
"Yeah, I guess."
"You think he can handle a surprise?" He smirked.
"Bring lots of water, and he'll be fine." I giggled. He looked confused. "He has coughing fits," I said angrily, wanting to kill Jacob.
"I was thinking of bringing the team."
"No! Well… not the dog, too!"
"Now that's a good idea!" Bob mused.
"You won't! He tried to kill him!" I yelled. Bob's eyes widened and after a moment, he started laughing loudly.
"I was thinking of Spot, Swan. Of course, I won't bring Black. I might just let him become acquainted with my fist."
"Can I help?"
"You'll be the first to know. I remember what you did to Damian." He chuckled and ruffled my hair.
"You're talking to a police officer's daughter." I grinned proudly and nearly patted my chest.
"Remind me to never get on your bad side."
"Remind yourself that," I shot back. I told him Edward's room number and the hospital, then went to my room.
Next morning, when I entered Cullen's room, he was in the middle of a tantrum. He stopped when he heard the door and then started again.
"She's back! Christ! Make her go away, please Dad! I don't fucking need a bath!" he yelled, ending up coughing his ass off.
"It's not Julie. It's just your friend." His father chuckled and stepped aside so Cullen could see me. I didn't like the way he said "friend".
"Well, thank baby Jesus!" he sighed and slumped on his pillows.
I laughed at him and put the McDonald's bag on his lap.
"Is that what you're feeding him?" I bit my lip and glanced at Carlisle. He was joking, thank God. "Just for while you're in the hospital." He glared at Edward and left.
"Good to see you, Swan."
"Yeah, you too," I mumbled and sat on the chair. "Are you feeling better?"
"A little. Don't breathe a word to Coach Shaw," he said seriously and bit on the Cheeseburger, moaning.
Bob was due any second, and I hoped he didn't bring the coach along.
"Ehh sorry. Didn't think it might not be allowed."
"Just in the summer, and that's only three months of grease - too little if you ask me," he told me, between bites. "Why aren't you in class? Am I that interesting?"
"It's Saturday, genius."
"Oh… really?" He was adorable.
"What the hell is that?" Someone yelled from the hallway. They might have become scared of the team. Too many people at once.
"It's a dog!" Another one said surprised. I glanced at Edward who tried to fight a smile.
"Who's stupid enough to bring a dog into the hospital?" he muttered just as the door opened and the team, with Spot leading, burst inside. He choked on his bite.
Spot leaped on the bed and started licking his face, eating the rest of the cheeseburger.
"Blasted animal! That was mine!"
"You're not allowed," a guy told him, smirking.
I felt like the odd wheel, but Edward kept a hand on my leg, preventing me from getting up.
"Looks like his new girlfriend brought him unhealthy food!" the boy I remembered as Jared said loudly, making me blush.
Before I could deny it, Edward spoke. "Got a problem with that, Simpson?"
"We'll miss you tonight," Bob said, with mock seriousness.
"Yeah, captain. It won't be the same without you screaming at us." The boy that had spoken first said, with the same mock seriousness.
"Oh fuck, Paul!" Edward exclaimed, putting his fingers over his nose. "Phew! Can anyone smell it?"
"That's gross, man! Did you fart the burger?" Emmett boomed. I hadn't seen him until he spoke.
Edward scowled in his direction, then returned his eyes to Paul. "Bullshit, man."
We all ended up laughing, and to my surprise, Edward didn't end up coughing his ass off. He was happy and looked content to have his friends around.
We must have been too loud because Carlisle stuck his head inside to make us quiet down, receiving the shock of his life.
"You know that no more than six are allowed in a room? And then only when it's family."
"They're family," Edward chuckled.
"Is that a dog?"
"Yes, Dad! Isn't he cute?"
"That's against the regulations."
Spot barked, not moving his head from Edward's lap. "Fuck the rules."
"Edward! Party's over, boys!" Carlisle shouted. "Say goodbye and shuffle off, and take that dog with you. If I come back and you're still here, there will be consequences."
Edward rolled his eyes. "You'll ground me?"
"I'll bring Julie," he answered, simply.
"Holy fuck! Get the hell out of here! All of you. Fast," Edward said agitated. His father left, smirking.
"Who's Julie? A new addition to your fan club?" Jared asked, interested.
"She's an old witch! She came this morning, set to wash me or some other shit, then she went, 'Lose the pants.' I freaked out and pushed the button until Dad came."
That sent everyone into another fit of laughter. "It's not funny! And what the hell are you still doing here? Leave already!" he started coughing, thumping on his chest.
"I can fucking walk, Emmett," he grumbled and shoved his brother's hand aside.
We had brought him back, and he was acting like a royal bitch.
"You heard Dad."
"I don't need your hands all over me!"
"Let's see if you can climb the stairs without me!" Emmett challenged.
"Ten bucks!" Edward stuck his hand out.
"You're so confident. Look here, Boop, I'll be a rich man by the time he makes it to the third step," he told me, laughing.
Edward moved up the stairs, grumbling. Halfway up the last flight of stairs, he grabbed his side and started coughing, but he didn't give up. He made it to the second floor and slumped against a wall, coughing violently. I rushed to him, not sure how to proceed.
"What can I do?" I whispered.
"Water…" he grunted, sliding down the wall. I turned for my room to get a bottle when Rosalie appeared next to us with one. He gulped it down then wiped his mouth, smirking. "Didn't have ice," he chuckled, wincing.
"Still an asshole, I see," she greeted.
"Still a bitch, I see." He nodded back and got up. "Where's that dear brother of mine? He owes me some money."
"I don't have any with me. For a second, I thought you'd cough your ass to death."
"So loving," Edward muttered and trudged to his room. "Coming, Swan?"
I looked between Rose and Emmett and before they could say anything, I sprinted to Edward, passing him and going into his room.
"Eager, are you?" He chuckled and closed the door behind him.
"You realize they'll dissect us, sooner or later."
"We're not frogs, Bella. We'll be fine."
"Speak for yourself."
He burst in laughter. "So… you're a frog?"
"Argghhh Cullen!" I yelled, throwing my hands in the air.
"Swan!" he mocked me.
I helped him settle back on his bed and was about to suggest that I should head to my room, when he wrapped both arms around me.
"Thanks. For everything."
Everything I had built up for the past week exploded. He tensed up when he realized I was crying.
"Ummm, I have no idea what to do when you cry," he whispered, squeezing me closer. "What's wrong, Bella?"
"What if…" I choked out and clung to his shirt, shaking with my tears. "I don't know what… as much as you annoy me sometimes…"
"You're fine," he breathed. "If you tell me I annoy you, then you're all better."
"I would have missed you."
"Good to know. I'll try to stick around." He chuckled and kissed the top of my head. He pulled away a bit and looked into my eyes. "Friends?"
I snorted and threw my arms around his neck. "Swan, you're weirding me out!" he muttered, resting his hands on my back.
"I think it's impossible for us to be friends. Especially after… December."
"Haven't you forgiven me?"
"I meant that I can't be just friends!" I whispered and blushed.
"That means we're going to try again?" he asked, hopeful.
His phone ringing interrupted the moment.
"Are you back? Are you better? I heard…." His eyes widened and examined at the caller ID. The voice was a bit too loud, allowing me to hear everything.
"Fuck me," he murmured. "Laura, I'm back."
"Lauren!" I heard the girl screech. He had just looked at her name!
"Yes, well, I can't really talk." He started fake coughing. "I'm not really well." The fake-cough turned in a real one, and after she said something I didn't hear, he hung up.
"Welcome back," I giggled and pinched his cheek.
"I'll go back to that shit hole again," he said, half seriously.
"I'll go to my room."
"Do you have to?" He pouted and dragged me back into his arms.
"I do. Can you manage to sleep alone?" I mocked him.
"I will." He grinned down, his eyes turning that forest green shade that I had grown to love.
"I now pronounce you husband and wife!" Emmett hollered, bounding in the room, making us jump apart.
"I think they already skipped to the kissing part," Alice giggled.
Edward glanced at me and winked then turned to them. "What makes you think I'd kiss Swan?"
"Weren't you going to?"
"No!" he shouted and looked at me in mock horror.
"My bad," Emmett chuckled.
"What are those?" Alice asked, surprised, looking on the couch.
"From his fan club." I laughed and ducked out of his arms before he could hurt me. The couch was full with stuffed animals and other things I didn't like to think about. "You heard your Dad! You're not allowed to run!" I hissed, as he was hot on my heels.
"It's your fault. You made me run after you. If you'd just stay put…"
"What do you want?" I groaned, turning to him.
"Pizza?"
"I thought you weren't allowed junk food."
"My room, the door locked, blinds down. No one would know." He grinned, proudly.
"If you weren't just out of the hospital, I'd say one hundred sit ups and then ten rounds of the court," his coach spoke slowly from behind him.
"Motherfucker!" he muttered and turned around.
"I truly hope you weren't talking to me, Cullen."
"No, sir!" he rushed out. "I won't eat the pizza."
"That's good to hear. I just dropped by to see how my favorite player is doing," he said lightly. I choked on my spit, making Edward glance at me worried.
"I'm good. I'll just… go," I managed to sputter and went to my room. Favorite player! I hoped he really would leave his old ways behind.
"Bella! Is it true?" Tanya ambushed me, after I closed the door behind me. She never called me Bella.
"What?" I asked, confused.
"Edward! Is he here?"
"Oh yes. But he's not feeling well. I won't go there," I told her seriously. I had to do whatever I could to keep the skanks away.
See? Edward is fine! I didn't have the heart to prolong this. I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter.
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