A/N: I wrote this when was I was in a random mood. All these one shots (for the time being) will be from Bella's POV.

Bowling with the Cullens

Saturday. It had been Edward's idea to go bowling. So Edward, Alice, Jasper, Emmett, Rosalie, and I had all piled into Emmett's Jeep Wrangler. Carlisle had to work, and Esme had given up bowling after an incident that had happened a few years earlier, which Edward wouldn't get into.

The Cullens all owned their own bowling shoes, but I, on the other hand, did not. I cringed as I put on the grimy pair of rental shoes.

Edward gave me a sympathetic look, "I'll buy you a pair for your birthday, ok?"

I shot him a look. He knew how much I dreaded my birthday.

"Why don't you choose a ball?" said Edward, changing the subject. He motioned toward a rack of balls.

I went over to the rack and began to go through the balls. I picked up a hot pink one. Big mistake. The greasy ball slid through my fingers and fell on my foot.

"Ow!" I exclaimed, awkwardly hopping on my unhurt foot.

Edward caught me and sat me down on one of the benches. He was laughing.

"I should have known taking you bowling was a mistake. Only you could manage to hurt yourself before we even begin bowling." He continued to chuckle.

"It's not funny," I tried to glare at him. I took off my shoe and began to massage my swollen foot.

"Would you like me to kiss it for you? Would that make it better?" his topaz eyes were full of laughter and amusement.

I nodded and thrust my foot toward his face.

He smiled and said, "How about I do this instead?"

He pressed his lips to my eyelid then brushed his lips over mine. My heart began to beat ten times faster than usual.

"Will that do?" he smiled his lovely crooked smile that I adored.

I nodded, still breathing hard.

"All better," I said, pulling my bowling shoe back over my foot.

He handed me a six pound ball. "I'm sorry, Bella, but they don't make them any lighter than this."

I punched him playfully on the arm and took the ball.

"Edward!" called Alice, "You're up first!"

He picked up a sixteen pound ball and made his way up to the lane. He swiftly threw the ball so that it was only a blur of color. With a tremendous crash, all the pins were easily knocked down.

"Wow," I mouthed as he came to join me back on the bench.

"That was nothing," he bragged, "You should see us when we really bowl. Of course, we only get one turn then because we shatter all pins and make a hole through the back of the lane."

"I'd like to see that sometime," I said, remembering the baseball game they had taken me to.

"Bella," announced Alice, "It's you're turn!"

She was playing on one lane with Edward and I, while Emmett, Rosalie, and Jasper took another one.

"Bella," said Edward, handing me my ball, "Please try not to hurt yourself."

"I'll try my best," I said, taking a deep breath and stepping up toward the lane.

I tried to imitate Edward's graceful way of throwing the ball. Of course, I was incapable, and didn't even come close. The ball landed with a thud and quickly rolled into the gutter.

My vampire friends were suppressing giggles as I sat down to join them.

"Hey," I said, "I'm only human. What did you expect?"

I was enthralled as I watched the others take their turns. None of them failed to make a strike.

My next two turns ended in gutter balls.

"I guess I'm pretty hopeless, huh?" I sat down beside Edward.

He nodded, "Bowling is just not one of your strengths."

I laughed. I was having trouble just coming up with one of my strengths.

In the fifth frame, I finally managed to knock down three pins.

"Look! Edward, look!" I exclaimed, pointing toward the fallen pins, "Three pins!" I squealed.

"Excellent, Bella," he said, taking me in his arms, "Here's your reward."

He kissed me full on the lips. His overpowering scent filled my lungs. He pressed his lips to my throat then found my lips again.

"What are you going to do if I make a strike?" I breathed.

"We'll find out when you make one," he said, running his fingers through my hair.

"If," I corrected, "Not when."

"Oh, you will," Alice chimed in, reminding me of her abilities to see the future.

My next time up, I picked a ten pound ball instead of my usual six.

"I'd watch out, Bella," warned Edward, "That ball is a whole four pounds heavier than what you've been using."

"I know," I said as I lugged the ball toward the lane.

I took the ball in both hands and threw it onto the lane with all my might. It landed with a loud thump as I slid on the soles of my slippery shoes and landed in a heap on the ground.

"Bella! Look!" shrieked Alice.

I untangled myself from my own limbs and looked up to see what Alice meant.

The ball was rolling down the dead center of the lane. It hit the pins with crash causing them all to fall down.

"EDWARD!" I screamed, running, sliding on the slippery floor, "Did you see?! Did you see?!"

He caught me in his arms, "Yes, Bella," he took my face in his hands, and kissed me again, "I did see, but I'm having trouble believing my eyes."

I sat down heavily in Edward's lap, feeling quite worn out.

Alice stood up to take her turn. She chose the pretty pink ball that I had dropped on my foot previously. With a flourish, she twirled before throwing the ball. She threw it so swiftly that I didn't even hear it hit the lane. Of course, she got a strike. She danced back over to where we were sitting.

"Show off," I murmured as Edward got up to take his turn.

Emmett and Jasper sat idly as Rosalie took her turn.

"Are you guys bored yet?" I asked.

Emmett turned to face me.

"No," he said, "Not at all. Jasper and I are challenging each other to see who can throw the ball the slowest and still get a strike."

I rolled my eyes. Vampires.

By the end of the game, everyone had scored three hundred, with the exception of me, who had just made it over thirty.

"Who's up for another game?" asked Emmett.

I groaned. Everyone else was in.

"Oh, Bella," said Edward, "Don't be such a spoil sport. I'll go get you bumpers!"

And before I could protest, he was up at the front counter.

"There, Bella," he said, "Maybe now you can get past forty. No more gutter balls. At least, I hope not. I wouldn't put it past you, though."

"Very funny," I said, and took my ball up to the lane.

I swung my arm as hard as I could. The ball went flying out of my grasp and zigzagged from bumper to bumper. The ball stopped dead in it's tracks about a foot away from the pins.

"Oh darn," I said, "That's almost worse than getting a gutter ball."

Edward had to go up to the front desk again and get one of the employees to retrieve my ball.

"This is more trouble than its worth," said Edward, closing his eyes "If I could take a nap, this is when I would do it."

"I swear I'll knock some down this time," I said when my turn came again.

"You go do that, Bella," said Edward.

Determined, I threw the ball as hard as I could. It landed in the gutter.

"I told you I wouldn't put it past you," said Edward as I took my seat.

We decided it was time to go home after Emmett threw the ball so hard that it got stuck in the wall behind the lane.

"Well," said Edward as we headed for the car, "That was certainly an interesting experience."

I nodded in agreement as I collapsed in one of the seats. I snuggled up against Edward's cold chest. I was ready to fall asleep.

"That was tiring," I said, and yawned, as if to prove it.

"Let's not go bowling again for a while," I suggested.

Edward nodded, brushing my hair away from my face.

"Yes," he murmured, "A long while."