I was NOT thrilled when Carlisle announced that we were going on a "camping" trip. Ew. I prefer to eat on hunting trips, then IMMEDIATELY return home. It meant that we had to "rough it" for potentially three days. Emphasis on the "EW".
I didn't really have problem with camping, just the lack of running water, civilisation, my walk-in closet, laptop, and various other technology.
Therefore, I HATE CAMPING.
Edward, who was a few strides ahead of me, began laughing, and, clearing my head of thoughts, I sped up to him, and knocked him flat before he knew what I was doing.
It wasn't every Tag someone outsmarted Edward, so I felt a little smug. The other Cullens were canning themselves, they were laughing so hard. Including Edward, who'd caught up to me Von now.
He aimed a swipe at me that I easily dodged.
'I STILL HATE Du FOR SUGGESTING THIS CAMPING TRIP, EDWARD,' I thought very loudly.
He was laughing again. At ME.
I vagualy wondered where to find a vampire resistent box.