𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 | "I've never had a place to call home. Now I'm starting to realize home doesn't have to be four walls, it can be people too."
𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘷𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥...
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𝘊𝘏𝘈𝘗𝘛𝘌𝘙 𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘙𝘛𝘌𝘌𝘕
(the cursed witch, act one)
NINA WOKE UP IN HER OWN BED THAT MORNING. She had insisted Edward take her home after she found Emmett continuously walking into the Cullen Medical Room where she had been resting to make sure she was still breathing. It was nice the first few times, but after he woke her up 30 times in one hour, it got a little annoying.
Edward had agreed, but only on one condition.
"Morning, Sleeping Beauty," A familiar voice spoke when she groaned at the sight of sunlight.
"Shut up, you bastard," Nina groaned into her pillow.
Edward was sitting at her desk, messing around with a rubix cube she had owned since she was 12. He had solved it over 70 times in the last hour alone, while Nina had yet to solve it in the last 5 or so years of owning it.
"Not a bastard," He grinned, putting the rubix cube down before moving closer to sit on the edge of the bed. "Just an orphan."
Nina giggled softly, shaking her head against her pillow. "You're an idiot."
She could feel his cold fingers trail across the bare skin of her arm and smiled. "Did you rearrange my room again?"
"No," He smirked. "But I did clean out your closet. Why do you own so many Sabrina Carpenter cd's?"
"Cause she's amazing, you uncultured fuck."
Her voice was still raspy, though it was entertaining nonetheless.
"You've already sworn two times in the last 5 minutes of being awake. I think I should be investing in a swear jar."
She hummed. "Or a better attitude."
Edward held his chest, "You wound me, darling."
Nina grinned, grabbing him suddenly, pulling him into the bed. "No school," She told him, wrapping her arms around his torso, snuggling into his side. "Just sleep."
"I can't sleep."
"More sleep for me. It's your fault for being dead, not mine. Now, shh before my mom wakes up and murders you for being here."
"Now why would she do that?" He grinned.
"She always wanted me to marry a girl. Said it would be a cute wedding but now you've ruined that dream. Safe to say, she isn't going to be a happy camper when she hears I've gone the straight, boring route in life."
