Cooky Adventure #4
Note: Everything in parentheses is a word from our favorite author, Stephanie Meyer
Bella and Edward are walking off into sunset, after a "battle" with a bad vampire.
As I clutched Edward's chest, so many thoughts drifted through my head.
Why had it taken him so long? Where was he? What did the bad vampire mean when he said that Edward could one day catch his own bad guy... and that we all knew how the battle would end?
"Where were you?" I asked flatly.
"On my way to save you," he said while brooding into the fading sunlight.
"But..." what does he mean? "Why did it take so long?"
"I'm incredibly fast," that doesn't answer my question at all. "You should stay away from me..."
"But, um, shnookums..."
He grunted, and pulled away for a brief second, before I corrected myself, and proceeded to call him Edward Cullen.
"I'm dangerous," he was going on to one of his spiels again... (I LOVE his spiels!) "Maybe... I'm not the good guy."
He rambled a bit, as we continued walking. The field we were approaching was almost as beautiful as Edward was sexy (Look at that! Similes!).
Interrupting him, "why don't we go lay down in that field?"
"As long as it doesn't deplete my manliness!" (Oh, nothing could!)
"No, it won't!" I grabbed on to him and skipped into the field.
I playfully pushed him into the grass and rested my head on his chest, pulling his arm around me. He brooded with happiness.
"So how was your day, Edward Cullen?" My head tilted in attempt to see his glittery, oh so perfect face.
"Fine. I was almost concerned when-" he broke off, and I felt something in my hair.
I think it was his nose. He grabbed onto my hair and almost snorted it. (That's sooo cute!)
"Um, Edward, what are you doing?"
"Your hair..." I could tell he was taking a beak to brood, "it smells like...strawberries."
"Um," he has told me this a thousand times. "thanks...?"
"Did I ever tell you..." brooding break, "that you are my own personal brand of heroin?" Since when are there brands of heroin? What does that even mean?
"Edward, dear, you aren't making any sen-"
"Don't say such preposterous things such as this!" He was brooding with anger, "I am 104 years old, and that, by default, makes me smarter than you."
"But, Edward..."
"Smarter!"
"Okay, dear," whatever you say. (Bella is so nice to accept Edward's apparent and abundant superiority over her feeble self!)
"So, you were saying...?"
"Ah, yes," he finally proceeded, "I was almost concerned when you were taken.
"But I knew my incredibleness (isn't he so modest!?) could save your feebleness, so all was well."
Was that an insult or a compliment?
And did that make any sense at all?
Stroking his chest, "don't you want to know about my day?"
"N-" and then quite quickly followed, "And so the lion fell in love with the lamb!
"Well don't you look at that!" (One hunky lion, he might add!)
"Um, what does that mean, dear?" I was so confused... "I mean, I know your intellect is far greater than my own, but I'm a bit confused."
"You know, like in the Bible," he began to explain. "With the lion, and there was a lamb, and they laid down together..." he trailed off.
"Um, okay...?" Hey..."that reminds me, I've been doing some research..."
"Research?"
"About vampires," how to say this!? "Why aren't you afraid of God... and holy things? Vampires are supposed to be... you even have a cross in your house. What's the deal with that?" (What? Where did she hear this!?)
"Um..." he brooded in confusion. "I have no idea what you are talking about."
"And... and... the bad vampire even said that it's not just your specialness that can sparkle in sunlight..." I continued, "and you guys are supposed to combust instead of sparkle." (What the hell? Edward is a vampire! He is my vampire! He can do what ever the hell he wants! (Um, did I really just think that...?) )
"And.. and..." Edward cut me off, by kissing me.
As the sun set, I could tell this had been the best (and most confusing and angrifying!) day ever! I love Edward!
-To be continued-
Note: Everything in parentheses is a word from our favorite author, Stephanie Meyer
Bella and Edward are walking off into sunset, after a "battle" with a bad vampire.
As I clutched Edward's chest, so many thoughts drifted through my head.
Why had it taken him so long? Where was he? What did the bad vampire mean when he said that Edward could one day catch his own bad guy... and that we all knew how the battle would end?
"Where were you?" I asked flatly.
"On my way to save you," he said while brooding into the fading sunlight.
"But..." what does he mean? "Why did it take so long?"
"I'm incredibly fast," that doesn't answer my question at all. "You should stay away from me..."
"But, um, shnookums..."
He grunted, and pulled away for a brief second, before I corrected myself, and proceeded to call him Edward Cullen.
"I'm dangerous," he was going on to one of his spiels again... (I LOVE his spiels!) "Maybe... I'm not the good guy."
He rambled a bit, as we continued walking. The field we were approaching was almost as beautiful as Edward was sexy (Look at that! Similes!).
Interrupting him, "why don't we go lay down in that field?"
"As long as it doesn't deplete my manliness!" (Oh, nothing could!)
"No, it won't!" I grabbed on to him and skipped into the field.
I playfully pushed him into the grass and rested my head on his chest, pulling his arm around me. He brooded with happiness.
"So how was your day, Edward Cullen?" My head tilted in attempt to see his glittery, oh so perfect face.
"Fine. I was almost concerned when-" he broke off, and I felt something in my hair.
I think it was his nose. He grabbed onto my hair and almost snorted it. (That's sooo cute!)
"Um, Edward, what are you doing?"
"Your hair..." I could tell he was taking a beak to brood, "it smells like...strawberries."
"Um," he has told me this a thousand times. "thanks...?"
"Did I ever tell you..." brooding break, "that you are my own personal brand of heroin?" Since when are there brands of heroin? What does that even mean?
"Edward, dear, you aren't making any sen-"
"Don't say such preposterous things such as this!" He was brooding with anger, "I am 104 years old, and that, by default, makes me smarter than you."
"But, Edward..."
"Smarter!"
"Okay, dear," whatever you say. (Bella is so nice to accept Edward's apparent and abundant superiority over her feeble self!)
"So, you were saying...?"
"Ah, yes," he finally proceeded, "I was almost concerned when you were taken.
"But I knew my incredibleness (isn't he so modest!?) could save your feebleness, so all was well."
Was that an insult or a compliment?
And did that make any sense at all?
Stroking his chest, "don't you want to know about my day?"
"N-" and then quite quickly followed, "And so the lion fell in love with the lamb!
"Well don't you look at that!" (One hunky lion, he might add!)
"Um, what does that mean, dear?" I was so confused... "I mean, I know your intellect is far greater than my own, but I'm a bit confused."
"You know, like in the Bible," he began to explain. "With the lion, and there was a lamb, and they laid down together..." he trailed off.
"Um, okay...?" Hey..."that reminds me, I've been doing some research..."
"Research?"
"About vampires," how to say this!? "Why aren't you afraid of God... and holy things? Vampires are supposed to be... you even have a cross in your house. What's the deal with that?" (What? Where did she hear this!?)
"Um..." he brooded in confusion. "I have no idea what you are talking about."
"And... and... the bad vampire even said that it's not just your specialness that can sparkle in sunlight..." I continued, "and you guys are supposed to combust instead of sparkle." (What the hell? Edward is a vampire! He is my vampire! He can do what ever the hell he wants! (Um, did I really just think that...?) )
"And.. and..." Edward cut me off, by kissing me.
As the sun set, I could tell this had been the best (and most confusing and angrifying!) day ever! I love Edward!
-To be continued-
