http://vitale.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] vitale.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute 2011-03-11 10:28 pm (UTC)

Bella's cheeks flushed at the way he looked at her, and her heart beat like a trapped bird in her chest. However, despite that, she remained looking at him, a fire in her eyes as she smiled once again. "I think at this point, I would just say to hell with it. I wish you had, back then. I wish you could now. You really want us to become one of those PDA couples, I can see it now."

At the pinkie shake, she smiled all the more, and released his to go back to scrubbing. "Well. Can't blame a girl for asking. Maybe one of these days I'll let you come to my room first, since I suppose I owe you one. Maybe. But don't quote me on that, since I might change my mind." He knew how paranoid she was. And she knew how paranoid he was. It was endless.

But Edward was still speaking, and she looked at him with a smile. "Was that night apart as horrible for you as it was for me? Because it ... gets pretty terrible when you're not by my side."

She had other friends, of course. Other people she cared dearly for. But ... Edward was different. Wasn't that understandable?

"No, I'm not," she said with a laugh, reaching out with a shaky hand to poke him gently on the cheek. "Really. So you were attacked by a cougar squirrel. Big deal. Can't say that it's the strangest thing that's happened to you, right?"

But ... then he was talking about being a murderer, and instantly Bella's face dropped, and she looked at him with side eyes. "Don't make me say it, Edward. Because I will fight you to the death for it," a pause. "But. I guess if you're a murderer, than so am I. Or, will be. Misery loves company."

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