I don't like this
Men när dom kommer är en fråga bara hon kan svara på.
Jag älskar sista kapitlet.
Edward visar verkligen sitt hjärta, och man smälter.
Inte bara för att han haft sönder två mixtrar när han försökt göra Bellas specialitet.
Om man älskar Edward det minsta i Twilight, så går det inte att beskriva vad man känner i Wide Awake.
Även ni som tillhör Team Jacob älskar honom, och här finns det ingen Jacob som kan snurra runt på känslorna.
Även i början, då man bara får se Dark Edward, så går det inte att inte tycka om honom.
Inte ens när han kallar Bella för Crazy Sleeping Bitch New Girl Cousin.
Ju mer man läser, desto mindre av Dark Edward får man se, och ju mindre svordomar blir det.
Men desto mer får man se av Twilghts Edward, och mer därtill.
Fan vad jag älskar scenen där han för första gången känner kärleken för Bella som han har letat efter i flera dagar, och som han tror att han inte kan känna pågrund av sitt förflutna.
Men självklart så förstår han inte att han älskar Bella innan Jasper i matsalen övertygar honom att det är kärlek han känner.
"Finally his head turned back towards me. I quirked an eyebrow at him again, but he just looked back at Bella, then at me again. And then he was fucking smirking. I furrowed my brows at him, wondering if Brandon flashed him or some shit. It wouldn't shock me in the least. He snickered and shook his head, making all his grubby blonde hair fall into his eyes. Then he said the three words that nearly fucking gave me a stroke.
"Aint love grand?" He smirked knowingly.
I fucking gaped at him, wondering how the hell he came to the conclusion that I was in love. "What the fuck are you talking about?" I asked in a frustrated tone. It was kind of fucking mean for him to even mention it when I was trying so hard to feel it.
He snickered, yet again, making me want to fucking bash his head into the table. "Are you really that fucking clueless?" He asked in a tone that dripped with condescension.
I huffed and raised my eyebrows him. Yes, but it'd be nice if you didn't rub it in my face, you fucking prick.
He shook his head at my pointed glance. "You love her." He said simply.
Like he was some kind of fucking all knowing empath or some shit.
I tried to bite down all the hope that was coupled with the bitterness that I didn't yet.
"And how the fuck did you come to that conclusion?" I asked through clenched teeth as my frustration grew.
He finally put his cookie down, rubbing the crumbs off onto the table in front of him like the fucking slob he was, and leaned forward with his forearms flat on the table. "How long have I known you?" He asked cryptically.
Answering questions with questions. It was just so fucking... Jazz. "Almost five years." I answered impatiently, fighting the urge to narrow my eyes at him.
He nodded his head at me. "And how many times have I sat my ass in front of you in the lunch room?" He asked another fucking stupid question. I rolled my eyes at him, choosing to make that particular question rhetorical. He nodded his head again while his lips twitched. "Any how many times have you looked at anyone like you just looked at her?" He asked knowingly. And since he was so fucking knowing and I wasn't, I failed to see the connection to the conclusion. I was closer to Bella than anyone else. Of course I'd look at her differently.
He huffed and sat back in his chair when I didn't immediately understand him. "The look, Edward." He said exasperated, throwing his hands in the air. And I just fucking looked at him. What about the look?
"Fucking Christ." He muttered shaking his head. I furrowed my brows at him and barely restrained the urge to lunge across the table and fucking strangle him for being so goddamn condescending. He rubbed his hands over his face and took a deep breath before he leaned back onto the table on his forearms and looked at me with his serious Jazz expression. "That look you just gave her?" He asked with raised eyebrows. I nodded. "I'd know that look anywhere." He said simply. As if he really was all knowing about these things. "It's the same way she looks at you." He continued with a raised eyebrow and a near smirk on his face. I furrowed my brows and looked back at my girl sitting at her table reading her book. Trying to fucking comprehend that I was looking at her with the same look she gave me. "With love." Jazz finished, leaning back into his seat and resuming his disgusting consumption of the cookie.
I continued staring at her thoughtfully as she ate her cookies. Wondering if it was even possible for that foreign new emotion to actually be love after all. I was testing it out and trying it on.
I love Bella. "
Och innan han hinner berätta det för henne så händer det en massa saker, men när han äntligen säger det så gör han det verkligen på sitt egna sätt.
"And I had to just fucking stop her right there. "Bullshit. Fuck all those other people." I narrowed my eyes at her, slightly offended that she was even apologizing for it. "They don't matter. They can ask all the goddamn questions they want." And if we didn't want to answer them, we didn't fucking have to. I softened my face and gazed into her big brown eyes while I released one hand, using it to move a lock of damp hair away from her forehead. "I'd do it again a fucking heartbeat." I replied honestly. And I really fucking would.
She smiled sweetly at me as I leaned in to put my lips on hers softly and gently, afraid of hurting her face. I cupped her little cheek gingerly, taking her bottom lip in between mine and basking in all of our weird electricity as I sucked on it gently. I pulled back minutely, letting our slightly parted lips hover over each other so that they were just barely touching, and opened my eyes to look into hers. And my girl was looking at me with so much fucking love in her big brown eyes, that I decided it was time to finally showing her all of mine. "Because I fucking love you." I whispered honestly against her lips, gazing intensely into her eyes to show her just how fucking honest I was being about it.
I felt the sharp intake of her breath as I held my lips against hers and watched her eyes grow wide with the weight of my confession. And then it fucking happened. The beauty of the sunset behind me paled in comparison to hers as her whole fucking face lit up under my lips with her smile. And the way her eyes just fucking shone with happiness made me smile right back against hers. It was even better than I had imagined on Christmas morning as the space between us grew impossibly more electrified with all of my girl's radiance."
Men nu ska jag sluta skriva om Wide awake och kolla på Sommarkrysset.
Ni må hata mig nu, men jag tål fan inte den där jävla Johan Palm och hans röst.
Jag fattar inte varför han ens kom med i Idol, för han har verkligen inte en bra röst.
Visst har han fått en lite bättre röst efter att han kom in i målbrottet, men jag tycker fortfarande inte om honom.
Men nu är det iaf bra på Sommarkrysset, Bounce ska uppträda (:
Eller typ..
Fan vad jag skulle vilja dansa som dom ._.
Men nej, eftersom Johan Palm är klar med sitt uppträdande så ska jag koncentrera mig på sommarkrysset.
