Presents
"Present time!" my mother screams, and laughter erupts around the room.
You can see where I get my love of presents from . . .
"Me first!" Lauren exclaims, shoving a tower of wrapped boxes in my face.
I open the first one.
Socks.
I give her a dirty look, "Really?"
"Isabella!" my grandmother chides, "Be nice; it's a very thoughtful gift."
I roll my eyes as Lauren snickers, "Okay, now open the next one."
A book on how to make friends.
Everyone laughs.
"I figured you could use it," she says.
"Bitch." I ignore my grandmother.
"You love it; now open the next one."
I pull out a - my faces flushes and I instantly shove it back in the bag.
That was a bad move, because now it's vibrating.
Edward, Emmett, Jasper, Rosalie, Alice and Lauren - the people who saw what it was - break into laughter.
"Lauren!" I choke.
How could she give me a vibrator? Especially when she knew beforehand that this was going to be a family and friends party!
I shake my head and throw it in the trash bag that I'm supposed to use for wrapping paper.
"That is so rude, Isabella," my grandmother says, trying to reach into the bag and pull it out.
"No, no, it's fine grandma Swan; she's supposed to throw it out," Lauren assures her.
"Oh, okay," she says, though she doesn't understand.
"Keep going," Lauren urges me.
"Do I want to?"
"Yes."
Tentatively, I rip the paper off of her final gift.
No she fucking didn't!
"You got me a fu-reaking," I correct myself when I hear my grandmother's gasp, "Ice cream maker!"
"Hel-ck yes I did!" she says, hugging me tightly.
"Okay, me next!" Edward says excitedly.
He hands me two things.
One is wrapped and one is in an envelope.
"Which one should I open first?"
He points to the wrapped present, "That one."
I tear the paper off with a smile.
And then lose it instantly.
Friends 101: A How to Guide for Dummies
That's what the cover of the book says.
"Did you all get together and decide to be asshol-meanies?"
My grandmother is seething at this point, but everyone else laughs.
"Don't be so uptight," Edward nudges me, "That's just a joke. The next one, though . . . it's for real."
I look at him speculatively for a minute before I proceed in opening the envelope.
What I pull out is a piece of paper, with a picture of a . . . well, a mansion.
I furrow my brows, holding up the paper.
Everybody in the room gasps.
"What is this?" I ask him, puzzled.
He smiles largely, "A house that my parents and I bought for you and I to move into on my eighteenth birthday."
My jaw drops.
All I can think to ask is, "And when is that?"
I'm one of the youngest in my grade.
Edward is seventeen.
That means . . .
"In June."
Too soon.
A/N: The next five chapters are going to be very plot heavy . . . just so you know.
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