"Who the f2ck are you?"
my small twig legs trembled and my ottom lip began to quiver..
"n-no, the real question is.. who are you?"
"oh i'm spike, who are u"
"im mordecai"
"oh nice, are u like a bird?"
"im a blue tit!"
"nicee!"
twilight: "mordecai.. w-w-w-we need to get out of here.. now!"
mordecai: "why? i wanna stay here!"
twilight: no! now!
mordecai: oh sorry babe.. lets go!
....
spike; 'babe..?"
twilight: i hope you can run **she grabs his tiny arms and runs**