Rosalie’s P.O.V:
I was frickin’ mad. I could seduce Edward Cullen. It’s not really that hard. He’s a boy, for crying out loud. When I got home, Emmett was watching football screaming, “NO! YES! NO! YES! YES!!!!!” then he looked over at me, “Oh hey, heard anda and Bella and Alice got in a fight.” “Yep.” I said. “But what do anda care, anda still like her.” “You will then, eventually.” He turned the TV off and put me on his lap. “Thanks,” I whispered. He smiled, “For what?” “Making me feel bet…” that’s when she walked in. Emmett looked over and took me off his lap. “Bella. anda might want to get out of here.” She leaned up against the glass table, “No thanks, Em. I think I’ll chill in Edward’s room.” He nodded and went over to her, “Bella, Rosalie-I would avoid her if possible.” She nodded and hugged Emmett, “Thanks for the tip, bro.” Then she ran up the stairs.
Alice’s P.O.V:
“Please! Please, Edward!” I was dragging Edward clothes shopping. “No. Please, Ali! Please…take me home.” He was now whimpering. “No!” he sighed and let me drag him into Aeropostale. When we walked out we were carrying 5 bags. All of them Edward’s. He was now annoyed, but he got cute clothes. He was groaning. We went to the other side of the
Mall and saw a poster for an action film-an action Romeo and Juliet. lebih like a parody. I dragged Edward into that.
Bella’s P.O.V:
I just sat chilling for a half jam watching some stupid movie on his plasma. When I finally got up I felt heavy and tired. I got into my bag, and found some candles. I opened the lids and grabbed my cigarette (actually my dad’s that he uses instead of the classic candle one) lighter. I set them on his musik stand, his coffee table, his end table, and anywhere with a flat surface. I locked the door, and put up his curtains. I then put on my necklace, my perfume, my lipstick, and my silky dress-for now. I curled my hair. Then I went across the hallway to Carlisle’s office. I knocked on the door, “Come in.” I pushed the door open and walked in, “Oh, hello, sweetheart.” “Hi.” He looked at my face, “What’s wrong?” “Rosalie.” I muttered.