Your Scent Is Like A Drug To

I Could See How Easy It Would Be To Fall Into Loving Bella. It Would Be Exactly Like Falling: Effortless. Not Letting Myself Love Her Was The Opposite Of Falling—it Was Pulling Myself Up A Cliff-face, Hand Over Hand, The Task As Grueling As If I Had No More Than Mortal Strength.

You're Really Not That Good A Mechanic, Edward. Maybe You Should Have Rosalie Take A Look At It Tonight, Just So You Look Good If Mike Decides To Let You Help, You Know. Not That It Wouldn't Be Fun To Watch His Face If Rosalie Showed Up To Help. But Since Rosalie Is Supposed To Be Across The Country Attending College, I Guess That's Not The Best Idea. Too Bad.

Who Gives An Island As A Gift? I Frowned. I Hadn’t Realized Edward’s Extreme Generosity Was A Learned Behavior. Bella

Ew. Someone Put The Dog Out, "rosalie Murmured Wrinkling Her Nose. Have You Herd This One, Psycho? How Do A Blond's Brain Cells Die?" She Didn't Say Anything. Well?" I Asked."do You Know The Punch Line Or Not?" She Looked Pointedly At The Tv And Ignored Me. Has She Heard It?" I Asked Edward. No." He Answered. Awesome. So You'll Enjoy This, Bloodsucker--a Blond's Brain Cells Die Alone.

How Could You Fall In Love With A Three Inch Worm?