Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or its characters. I own the plot of this, though. Maroon5 is not mine, duh.
Author's Note: First of all, I am sorry for the short entry. It's five in the morning where I am and my brain isn't working well. I'll make it up.
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Chapter 9
When I woke up the following morning, all I wanted to do was to go back to sleep. I had the most surreal and fantastic dream ever. I dreamed that I met the Cullen family. With my eyes shut, I tried feeling for my cellphone on my side table. Reluctantly, I peeked to check the time. It was ten-something in the morning and I had a text message. Intrigued by the unexpected message, I sat up straight on my bed before reading the said text.
"Just woke up. Good morning, starshine!ü" it contained. I scrolled down to check the sender's name. From: Edward Cullen. Time: 08:37AM
So I wasn't dreaming. I suppose my creativity isn't too developed, not enough for me to have dreamt that all on my own. I had actually met the Cullens yesterday, and I was able to spend time with them. Everything had happened. To top that, Edward sent me a text message first thing in the morning, which roughly translates to me being one of the first things-slash-people he thought of when he woke up. Of course, I knew perfectly well that I, once again, was getting ahead of myself, but who cares? I was happy!
"You're up early. I'm still in bed," were the words my furious keypad-tapping were able to produce in half a minute. I tapped the Send button and lied down once again. I reminded myself that I was still sleepy. I tried shutting my eyes to fall back into deep oblivion, but my attempts were in vain. I mean, seriously, how could you sleep when you can be with the Cullens?! As if on cue, my phone beeped, alerting me that I had an incoming message.
"So what do you have planned today, sleepyhead?" I read.
I thought about that for a moment. I finally decided to stand up. I straightened my sheets a bit and folded my blanket properly. I looked around the room in search of an idea. I walked to my road-side window and stared at the view below. A man walking his dog passed in front of an old lady seated on a bench. A group of teenagers seemed to be heading for the mall. Cars zoomed on the driveway and – wait. I had an idea.
"I'm buying my car today! I'm excited. ü" I finally sent.
I walked over to my laptop and switched in on. I logged into my messenger accounts and played random music. Right on schedule, Maroon5's Sunday Morning started playing. I sang along, occasionally swinging my hips with the beat. I headed for my dresser in search of something to wear. After much indecision, I opted for a plain white hoodie dress that ended above my knee and matched it with pink-on-grey high-cut chucks.
"Can I come?" I read as my cellphone beeped.
"Of course." I sent, grinning. A few moments later, my phone beeped again.
"Be there in twenty minutes. ü"
I headed for the bathroom to do what Bella would do during what she referred to as her human minutes. It took me about fifteen minutes to shower and dress up. By the time the doorbell rang, I was heading for the kitchen. I opened the door only to end up in a giggle fit when I saw him.
"Can you please stop stalking me," I said in between laughs. "So that we could stop wearing the same color of clothing?"
"Oh, so I'm the stalker?" he laughed as he raised one eyebrow. "Which of us know a freakishly large amount of information about the other?"
"Touché," I giggled.
"Do we leave now?" he asked as soon as we had composed ourselves.
"Yeah," I said, grabbing my bag.
"Do you know what you want, already?" he inquired as we made our way down via elevator.
"Breakfast," I laughed as I raced him to his car.
