Present
For some reason I start thinking about dinosaurs.
I remember that, in this one show, it said that if you stood very still, a Tyrannosaurus Rex wouldn't be able to see you.
And since I'm prancing my way into insanity . . . I decide that it's worth a shot.
I stop moving.
No blinking.
No breathing.
If I could figure out how to stop my heartbeat I'd do that, too.
". . . Bella?" That's Edward.
Think . . . ice.
"Bella."
Think . . . stone.
"What are you . . . what are you doing?"
My lungs feel like they're about to burst, and my eyes feel like sandpaper.
He's laughing, "Whatever you're trying to do . . . it's not working. You're just going to end up passing out."
I sneak a breath.
"I saw that."
I exhale heavily.
"Do you want to tell me what that was?"
"No."
I can tell he tries.
I can tell he tries really hard.
But the bellowing laugh passes his lips and I get angry.
"Why are you laughing at me?"
"I don't get you."
"Yeah, well, I don't get you either," I cross my arms over my chest, "I try to be nice . . ."
"That was you trying to be nice? Pretending that you're a statue?"
I glare at him, "That is not what I was doing."
"Then what were you doing."
"I was . . . shut up."
He laughs again, "I can tell you're going to be fun; you know, once you get over this problem you have with me."
I pout.
"You're kind of cute, you know."
And then I flush, "Can you stop?"
We definitely won't be talking about anything like that.
Ever.
"Would you rather talk about what we're going to do after school?"
"I am going out to dinner with my parents, and you will not be joining us," I say pointedly.
"But I have to give you your present."
. . . Present?
Ifucking love presents.
I peek at him from the corner of my eye, ". . . You got me a present?"
That doesn't even make sense.
This morning he didn't even know that today was my birthday . . . and even if he had he would have been in no position to give me anything.
"Not yet; but I'm going to get you something after school."
"You don't even know what I want," I say stubbornly.
He taps his forehead, "Actually I do."
My eyes narrow, "Whatever; give it to me in class tomorrow." I'm not about to turn down a present.
You know who turns down presents?
Stupid people.
That's who.
"Tomorrow's Saturday."
"Then Monday."
"It's tonight or never." He's tempting me and he knows it.
". . . Fine."
A/N: Haha!
Victory for Edward!
I have a confession . . . when I was in elementary school I used to do the whole 'stay still' thing to teachers when they would ask the class questions that I didn't know the answer to. For the record . . . it has never worked.
Tell me what you thought!
~ Madison ~