But there were things I really missed about the future. Technology, for one: laptops and Google and cell phones and iPods and music and DVDs and TV. God. TV.
I had no clue what was happening on Lost.
Did they ever get off that damned island?
But, sweetie... *You*'re the one lost, now. Doesn't that count for anything? :P
Oh how I missed crispy, hot, greasy fries…
OMG... Not the fries, NEVER the fries! *sniff*
Can't she make them on her own? I mean, she's supposed to be an excellent cook... Why doesn't she cook some things for Edward that he's never tasted, never seen before? Tiramisu or something? That's something she could really impress him with. And if she doesn't wish to share recipes, then she doesn't have to.
But on that second Monday of April, 1918, there was something I missed more than TV and fries and all of that other stuff combined. Well, two things actually.
Tampons and Midol.
Wouldn't it be funny that she were to snap out of her 'hallucination', let's call it, to wake up to an Edward hanging over her, who knew what was happening through Alice, and she then said: "It's not you I missed most, but tampons." Out of all the stuff she didn't have in 1918, tampons were most missed, and she wouldn't give them up for the world, not even for Edward. Not gonna happen, I know, but still slightly funny. Okay, perhaps not at all.
Oh, she should bloody *make* her own tampons. Shouldn't be that hard? Lol.
Which is why, as we neared the hospital, I found myself wondering if it would be possible for me to sneak him into the storage room and jump his delicious bones.
God, I was a slut.
You're, er, forgiven.... *cough*
“Blood?” Edward repeated distastefully. “That’s disgusting.”
I giggled. The absurdity of the situation just hit me all of the sudden and I giggled out loud. Carlisle turned to me with a smirk on his face. Edward looked a little more confused.
Poor Edward... He was a bit right, and he gets giggles for it. I wouldn't know why. :-D
Great. I looked like a freakin’ Sumo wrestler.
OMG, is that for real? *grin*
Actually, as I took in his appearance, I noticed he was hot and sweaty… all over.
God. Was he trying to kill me?
“Of course I want to kiss you!” He hissed loudly, looming over me. “But what happened the other day. It wasn’t right. I took advantage of you and it wasn’t right.” He looked imploringly into my eyes. “I’m trying to treat you properly. I’m trying to be respectful.”
*has a pretty picture*
Edward is down on the ground. Bella sits on top of him. His arms are spread out, and while he attacks her, he slaps his hands on the floor next to him. Isn't that 'surrender' or something in wrestling? Though in this case perhaps it would more mean 'help me'. Poor, poor molested Edward.
“Well,” he said hesitantly as I turned to say goodbye. “I was thinking that maybe I could… come for you at the train station on Sunday?”
Uh oh... I saw the teaser of the next chapter, and 'someone familiar' showed up next to her. And Carlisle seems to be interested in the subject... Oh no... And Edward wants to pick her up. He must have heard all, and is sublely trying to fight for Bella? Oh no...
Oh boy @ Carlisle's reaction... Well, if she's described as a some kind of tramp in those days, she can always go home, right? *grin*
Sweetie, if you wish to know:
“My… stomach just hurts a little bit. = you forgot a " at the end of the sentence. ^^
See ya in a few days, I think? Looking forward to it.
Sure, she could make fries... but it's just not quite the same as getting them in the drive-thru with a milkshake, is it? LoL! Love your tampon idea... "Yes, Edward, I love you... but I love Mr. Tampax more." :-) and Lol at your poor, molested Edward comment. He may be relatively innocent, but believe me, the guy's not unwilling. ;-)
As for the Carlisle/Edward speculation... I could tell you, but would ruin the fun, wouldn't it?
Oh, and thanks for the heads-up on the typo - fixed! :-)