Afire Love

nine

Chapter nine: I'd Rather Be Stung By A Swarm Of Bees

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"Not the flawless one I've never been,

But I have my moments, I have my moments,

I can get a little drunk, I get into all the don'ts,

But on good days I am charming as fuck."

~Moments, Tove Lo.

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I STAND ON my toes to reach my bag that's stuffed inside my wardrobe. The wardrobe is fairly big and apparently, the bag is lying on the topmost shelf. How exactly it got there is a question I've been trying to answer to myself, but wariness hit me like shreds of a broken glass, eventually making me concentrate on the fact that I'm supposed to be pulling it down and stuffing my clothes in it, rather than thinking about its unfounded history.

"Help, you selfish brat", I say to Edward, who's fiddling with his phone, while I'm trying out all the possible acrobatic movements to pull my bag down. "You can't let a lady suffer."

He grins, after which he turns to look at me. "Actually, I can."

I sigh. "It's so easy you're a guy", I say, jumping and extending my arms to pull the bag, at which point sawdust falls on my head, making my hair look brown. I groan. So much for trying to jump.

The Greek God laughs. "Oh really? How so?"

"Well for one thing, you don't need to pack much, just the same jeans and t-shirts and underwear. That's pretty much it. For another", I say, counting using my fingers, "You don't have to struggle for shopping, it's just so easy for you. Thirdly, you don't even have to nurture a foetus inside your womb. Okay, scratch that." I sit next to him, taking a deep breath.

His sexy mouth forms a slight curve. "Alright now, what do you want me to do?"

"You've already packed and I haven't even started! Forget packing, I haven't even pulled my bag out! Help mee", I tell him, in a louder tone that I intended to.

Edward had come to my place to help me pack. Dad had already packed and left to the airport to talk to the teachers who were accompanying us to the trip. Last night came and went and although I'd talked to dad openly after a long time, I couldn't help but feel excited for today. And now that today has finally come, I haven't tried to finish my business. So far, Edward helping me to pack hasn't been successful.

"Okay, geez. I'll try", Edward says.

It's his turn to stand on his toes now. He cranes his neck a little, trying to pull the bag but pushing it instead.

"Asshat!" I yell, "Don't make it any harder than it already is."

"It's not my fault this fucking wardrobe is so humongous", he says, giving up.

An idea pops up in my head.

"Lift me", I say in a commanding voice.

"Lift what?"