“Why does your face look like that?” Edward asked as he joined me in the living room.
“Like what?”
“Like you’re trying to birth a child.”
I sighed and crossed my arms. “My face looks like this because the apartment is a mess and you just told your parents it was okay to come over.”
“So?”
“So they’re going to think I’m a slob!”
“They already know I’m a slob so it’s okay. You can just blame it on me.”
“I already am blaming it on you, but that doesn’t make it better.” I leaned down and started picking at the sticky stuff on the floor. “What is this?”
“You know sometimes when you’re talking and your gum falls out of your mouth...” He started. I pulled my hand back and screamed.
“Gross! You pick that up. I’m going to start on the rest of it.”
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