(((I don't own Twilight… or mosquitoes, but I don't want to own Mosquitoes…)))

I am sitting on the beach, waiting for Jake to arrive. We planned to meet here, but we don't know what we are going to do once he arrives; he might be too tired to do anything, for he is just getting off he 'guard-duty.'

"Stupid, little, flying, blood-sucking demons from hell!!!" I screamed, at the top of my lunges, at the little beasts. If the Mosquitoes where not mosquitoes, but was the vampire slash love of my life whom goes by then name of Edward, and he was changing me into a vampire so we could spend eternity together, then I would not mind.

"Finally, your head is clear and you are seeing how awful blood-suckers really are!!!" I was not aware that Jake had arrived; I was beginning to think he had forgotten about me. Maybe his shift with the pack ran late.

"Jake, only certain kinds of blood-suckers are evil, and if you recall what I said, I mentioned flying. And seeing as the Cullens can't fly, neither can leaches or ticks for that mater, I was talking about mosquitoes," It was more like yelling at, but still, "I also said 'demons' and none of the Cullens are demons. Well, Rosalie's glare could freeze hell over, but that is entirely different." I swatted at about twenty mosquitoes while saying this, and my arm is starting to get sore.

"Which Blood-I mean Cullen is that?" He change his wording at the glare I gave him, the Cullens do the same thing.

"It is the blond teenage girl," I swat another mosquito, and my swatting is starting to annoy him, but I had to kill those pesky little things.

"She must have been a beautiful human," did I just hear him right? No, I couldn't have, that is impossible.

"Did you just compliment a vampire? One of the 'blood-suckers,' as you and your brothers put it? And one who likes to call werewolves 'mutts' and 'dogs'?"

"Uh, maybe?" Maybe? MAYBE? Doesn't he know what this means?

"THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT IS COMEING TO AN END!!!! RUN FOR COVER!!!!" I screamed, well it sounded like a scream but at the volume of talking.

----" A little more than kin, and less than kind" Shakespeare----

I was over at the Cullen's house, when none other then Rosalie walks through the door.

Speak of the devil. I had just told Alice what happened at the beach with Jake. She was currently rolling around n the floor like I was using lines from Romeo and Juliet to proclaim my undying love to her.

"Hey, Rose, Bella has something you might want to her," what? No, she was supposed to tell her, if she wanted her to be told, that is.

"What is it?" She sounded like she just wanted my head to pop off, I hope that doesn't happen though; I wouldn't want to get blood all over the couch.

"You mortal enemy thanks you are beautiful. He said so on the beach today. When he showed up, I was chewing out the mosquitoes because they were eating me alive. We I had called them 'stupid, little, flying, blood-sucking demons from hell' and, of course him being him, said something about me thinking strait now. I corrected him, by saying that the only thing slightly demonic about ya'll was your glare; after all it could freeze hell over, and he asked witch one you where and when I told him he said 'She must have been a beautiful human' then I went off on a rant about the world, and how it is coming to an end because he thought you where beautiful," I could practically SEE her ego inflate at this mini-rant.

She then left the room, but not before muttering, in a voice I wasn't suppose to hear, "'He's mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf.'"

---- "This above all: to thine own self be true"----

"The stupid little buggers go to me inside the house," I whisper-yelled. I smacked a few when they landed n the table, then slowly started toward me, and some that had landed on my arm as well.

I do, how ever, prefer them drinking from me then James… I still shudder at the thought, but I managed to suppress one so Charlie doesn't ask what's wrong, I hate having to lie to him. 'And it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.' I know when I lie; therefore, most people know it, too. "Night, Dad."

"Night, Bells." Now off for a human minute, before I fall into my lover's arms.

When I entered my room, Edward was lounging on my bed. You know, half lying down, half sitting up, leaning against the head bored. I got onto the bed, crawled my way to the head of the bed. I snuggled up to him, while he breathed in my sent.

"'What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet'," if anyone, but Edward, said that, it would sound very cheesy, but Edward did say that, so it's pretty much a moot point.

"'I bear a charmed life'."

"How can I be lucky enough to be here, with you in my arms?"

"You are here because I love you and you love me… right?"

"'Doubt that the sun doth move, doubt truth to be a liar, but never doubt I love', I just don't get how you can love me, I'm a monster."

"' But love is blind, and lovers cannot see'."

"Silly, Bella. I love you."

"I love you, too, Edward," He then, softly, sand my lullaby to lure me into slumber.

----" Life is a tale told by an idiot -- full of sound and fury, signifying nothing"----

When I awoke, Edward looked rather… pensive. "Edward?" I ask, "Is something the matter?"

"Did we really speak with Shakespearean quotes last night?"

"Uh, yeah, I suppose we did," I blushed a rather deep red.


"Well you quoted "Romeo and Juliet" and I quoted "Mac Beth," and we just kind of went with it a bit, you know, Rosalie quoted Shakespeare yesterday, too. She said 'He's mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf,' after I got back from visiting Jake at the beach." We stayed quiet for a while.

"Is it Everyone-must-quote Week or something?" I finally asked.

"I highly doubt that, love."

"'There are two ways to slide easily through life; to believe everything or to doubt everything. Both ways save us from thinking.'"

"Ha, ha, very funny Bells," I grin at him and snuggle closer to his chest.

"Edward?" He made some sort of grunt-response type of thing, "Mosquitoes hate me, as I them."

"Why is that, Love?"

"They swarm me, then bite me. If I step out side, I have at lest ten one me at a time. Unless, that is, someone is with me."

"That's way there are nice-smelling bugs at our house!"

"Yeah, I guess so, but, anyway, I need to destroy them before they do me."

"' Off with his head!'"

"Ha, ha, so we are back to quotes are we? Any-who, how are we going to drastically decrees the dimensions of the demonic mosquitoes dwellers of Forks?"

"Hmm, squish them all? We can have little mosquito pancakes."

"I am serous, they need to go away!"

"Why don't you use bug spray?"

"It's smelly, and sometimes greasy."

"Then get a type that's not, or anti-bug candles."

"They will still smell to you, and a klutz around candles is not a smart idea."

"How about you stick with me, seeing as for some odd reason mosquitoes don't like me, and then your problem is solved."

"As much as I like that plan, you still need to hunt.

"Then you can go to my house."

"And have Alice play Human-Barbie with me? No, thanks."

"What if Emmett stayed with you instead?"

"Then I would say yes."

"Well then, I will go hunting with Alice, and Emmett will human-sit you."

"Sounds like a plan."

(((This was going to be a one shot, but I couldn't help myself. So come again to find out what trouble will be caused!)))