Shortest chapter so far, sorry! If you're thinking what I think you're thinking, It's not going to happen in this chapter. I'm not sure if I should be sorry or not. Anyways, I have a poll on my profile, please vote! I like Alice's line about eating Bella in the books, so I used it. Hehe.
I recently realized that all I would have to do to make this story my own was to change a few names. Scary, isn't it?
Disclaimer: It's been awhile since Edward's said anything to me. I mean, he used to yell at me through the door, and sometimes he would slip papers underneath saying stuff like, "I'm coming for you" and "Can I have that TV back?", but other than that, he seems pretty content with the futon. That, and the satisfaction of knowing he murdered Roger. May the duck rest in peace.
He was just a young, inflatable duck.
He didn't have much luck.
He was killed by a vampire.
Who didn't have much luck.
May the duck, in the afterlife, have luck,
While the vampire gets run over by a truck.
Roger Duck~2012-2013;Married to Edna Duck~2012-2012
(I love Edward, but I loved Roger-*sniffle*-more.)
Another week had passed, and I was still living in fear. The days were no longer as enjoyable as they once had been-stuck in Limbo between my time with Damien, and my happier times with the Cullens.
Another Sunday, and nothing unusual was happening. All week I had been teased by Emmett for my swoon in Biology that Monday, and I hoped that his attention span wouldn't last another week-it seemed to be all he was focusing on.
Edward and I were in the living room along with everyone else, listening to Alice. Her search through the future for Damien had been fruitless, other than non-confirmations.
"-and there are a few flickers, but he hasn't decided what to do yet. From the visions, I can't tell if he knows where we are or not, although I don't think so. There aren't any specific places in the background."
Everyone drifted away slowly at the end of her speech, and Edward and I went upstairs to his room. I hadn't been in his room that much, since everyone tended to hang out downstairs. He sat on his bed, and I sat next to him, before he pulled me onto his lap.
I looked around the room for a moment before my gaze settled on row after row of CD's. I stood and took a few steps forward, extracting a familiar case from the shelves. "Clair de Lune?" I asked wondrously. "This has always been one of my favorites."
"You know Debussy?" Edward asked, surprised.
"Only my favorites," I replied sheepishly. "My mother used to play classical music around the house."
I put the case back, and turned around to see Edward standing, studying me curiously. His eyes narrowed, and a malicious grin played on his lips. He shifted into a crouch.
I narrowed my eyes. "You wouldn't."
I stepped to the side, he mimicked my movement, and I stepped in front of the couch. He crept forward, slowly, then pounced. I squealed in surprise before his body connected with mine. I could tell he was making sure I wouldn't get hurt, because he formed a protective cage around me as we landed on the couch, banging it against the wall.
We both unfolded ourselves, laughing, as Alice danced in with Jasper behind her. Edward shifted me to a more comfortable position on his lap as they came to stand in front of us.
"It sounded like you were having Bella for lunch, and we came to see if you would share," Alice announced.
"There isn't even enough for me," Edward replied.
Jasper cut in. "Alice saw a storm tonight, and Emmett, naturally..."
Edward laughed briefly. "Sure, as long as Bella wants to go." He looked at me questioningly with puppy-dog eyes.
"Even if I didn't want to go, Edward, I would probably make you. Although I have no idea what you're talking about." I said, smiling.
Alice flounced out of the room, turning in the direction of Carlisle's office. Jasper chuckled as he followed her out the door.
"What was that about?" I asked Edward when we were alone, although everyone could probably still hear us.
"Baseball," he said, grinning. "The American pastime."
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