I drove home and parked my car but I was still too keyed up to go inside. I walked in a daze as I contemplated all that had happened in the past few days. I must’ve really been out of it because I found myself standing outside of Bella’s bedroom window throwing pebbles up at it to wake her ass up. I had a handful of tiny rocks and heard each one plink against the window before throwing up another one. By the tenth one the light in her bedroom flipped on. I waited, twisting my hands in nervousness, as Bella came up to the window wrenching it open roughly.
“What the ever living fuck are you doing throwing rocks at my god damn window?!” Bella whispered angrily down at me.
She looked like some angry angel as she glared at me, the light from behind her making a soft halo around her hair.
“I came to check up on you and see if you were okay!” I whispered back as I stood on my tip toes as if that would help her hear me.
“What?” she asked back.
“I’m coming up!” I told her before walking over to the large tree that had a long branch that made it almost to her window.
Bella folded her arms over her chest, smirk firmly in place, as I awkwardly scaled the tree and then the limb that reached toward her. She was no help at all as I wavered between the limb and the ledge of her window. When I finally fell onto the shag carpet of her room she burst out into a fit of giggles.
“Charlie isn’t even here,” she choked out as she held her belly and laughed at me.
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