Growing More

Chapter 4: The Last Day Summer

Edward's POV:

After Bell fell asleep on my shoulder, my dad carried her to the guest room. I walked with him, and tucked her in when he put her down. My room was connected to the guest room - the door to my room was right next to the bed, and there was a big window next to the door (there was no glass, it was just an open window) so Bella and I could talk if we wanted to - so I went into my room and sat down on my bed that was pushed up against the wall where the window was. The guest room bed was the same way, so Bella and I could sit up and talk to each other face to face.

I laid down, exhausted from almost drowning today. Despite the exhaustion, I still couldn't go to sleep. I ended up resting my head on top of the half wall that was at the bottom of the window, and watched Bell sleep.

She looked so peaceful, that eventually my mind drifted and my eyes closed.

I fell asleep with my head on top of the wall facing Bella.

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Bella's POV:

I woke up on the guest bed at Edward's house. I sat up and saw him asleep on the wall next to me. I giggled quietly to myself, and looked at the clock on his dresser. It was 4:38 pm.

I stood up from the bed and grabbed some of my clothes from the dresser.

They call this room the guest room, but it's honestly my room when I come over here. I have a bunch of my stuff here. Clothes, shoes, and I even have my laptop here because my dad doesn't agree with the idea of electronics besides TV.

After I got dressed I went to the bathroom and washed my face and used the toilet. I eased my hands and headed back to the 'guest' room.

Edward was rubbing his eyes when I came in and he smiled at me. I smiled back and sat down on the bed.

"Hey, sleepy head!" I teased.

"Hey," he croaked, "how'd you sleep?"

"Great. I'm really rested, and my throat barely hurts anymore." I smiled.

"That's good."

"How about you?"

"My throat's good I guess. I slept pretty well, too."

"Good!"

"You hungry?"

"Yeah, a bit."

"I think I smell pork chops, let's go!"

"Okay."

We both jumped up from the bed and Edward threw on a loose tank top and kept his bathing suit trunks on and we ran downstairs.

Edward was right, they were cooking pork chops.

"I'm gonna call you The Nose. You can always guess what they're making from the smell." I teased, punching him in the arm.

"Hey, just because you have an inferior sense of smell, there's no need for a violence," he laughed.

"Oh, shut up," I giggled, and we sat down at his dining table next to each other.

"Hey kids, how'd you sleep?" Carlisle asked, flipping the pork on his indoor grill.

"Good," we said simultaneously. We laughed, and Edward coughed, "Jinx!"

I stopped laughing, and gave him the puppy dog eyes.

He sighed, and said, "alright. Bella, Bella, Bella,"

"Yay! Thank you!"

He chuckled, and Rosalie and Jasper walked in soaking wet.

"You guys were swimming?" I guessed.

"No, I was sun bathing. But, this idiot here," Rosalie giggled, elbowing Jasper, "decided to push me in!"

Edward, Jasper, and I all laughed, and Rosalie and Jasper sat down at the table across from Edward and I after they wrapped towels around themselves.

Esme came downstairs wearing rubber gloves holding Comet. No doubt she was just cleaning.

She snapped off the gloves and threw them out, and put the Comet under the sink. She washed her hands really well, and then sat down at one end of the table.

"I cleaned the master bathroom, so no one go in there for an hour, okay?" she said.

"Okay," we all said at the same time. Esme picked up the newspaper from the center of the table and began to read it.

"What game do you want to play today?" Edward asked me. We always played a game at the dinner table.

"How about... I Spy?" I suggested.

"We played that last week," He whined.

"Footsies?"

"Nah, that's boring, and Esme'd tell at us."

"Tag?"

"Repetitive,"

"Monster food?"

"Sure!"

To play monster food, you look at the food on your plate and say something gross that the food looks like.

The last time we played this, we were eating spaghetti and I had said that I was eating worms and blood.

Carlisle brought everyone their plate of food, then sat down at the other end of the table across from Esme.

We had cut up pork chops and white rice with brown gravy.

"Maggots, diarrhea, and cut up flesh!" Edward whispered in my ear. I cringed and giggled.

"No whispering at the dinner table," Esme scolded.

"We're playing monster food, but okay." Edward smirked.

"On second thought, I think it'd be okay for whispering to be allowed today," Esme said, shuddering at the idea of what we could possibly make this plate.

Edward chuckled, and I gazed at my plate, trying to figure out what I could turn mine into. I had to beat Edward, but he had a really good one.

I smile smugly, and leaned into his ear.

"Butterfly poops, troll snot, and chopped up fungus feet."

He grimaced, and said, "you win."

I smiled smugly, and began to eat my dinner.