Two Weeks Later
And here I am, just staring at him.
Like really, really...staring at him.
I just...couldn't help the shit, man.
Honest to God, I couldn't get enough of those long ass eyelashes of his, the way that they overshadowed his lower lids when his upper ones were closed. Their perfect goddamn curl that required no prep at all, I was insanely jealous of. Laying on my side with him on his back, I brought my hand — that, at some point during the night, found its home against his chest — out from underneath the blankets that were covering both of our bodies. Running one of my fingertips along them, I grinned at the soft sigh that came out of the kid's mouth from my touch as his gaze remained hidden and deep in sleep.
And that nose of his, the imperfection yet perfection that it held. The small bump that he had over it was caused by some dude breaking it when he was younger, the same dude who a young Edward got into a fight with for calling his younger sister a small little shit who needed to be institutionalized. I wanted to kiss away the rage that he felt during that instant. The rage that seemed so careless to me, even though much appreciated at the same time.
My attention fell down to the kid's lips when they spread apart a bit, allowing me the very small visual of his tongue as it peeked out and said a quick hello before it found its place again, his eyes slowly moving back and forth underneath his lids while he dreamed of something that was completely unknown to me. My pointer finger took the pleasure of running along the pink skin that my own wanted to press against, and as they pursed together before returning back to their former careless pout, I laughed something quiet.
That slight stubble of appreciated laziness that existed over his cheekbones that I had to literally stop myself from biting, what I wouldn't give to have its prickly sensation run across any part of my body and lightly scratch the skin that it encountered along its way. The care of looking like I was suffering from an allergic reaction in consequence, nonexistent.
And that goddamn hair of his that honestly couldn't be controlled, how it looked as if he never stopped running his fingers through it, causing it nothing but chaos in the way that it landed, whichever way that it so desired. The lovely feeling that it created as it tickled my jaw whenever he would kiss, sniff, or bite my neck...claiming that he was hungry for all three actions. The distinct smell that I received from being in its parameter was...beyond intoxicating, and Jesus Christ on how it was just...too fucking soft for its own good, man.
As I hovered above him, my one elbow that was supporting my upper body shook a bit when I tried to hold onto my snort, my amusement directed at the size of the kid's ears. Not being able to resist the temptation of their tininess any longer, I lowered my mouth down to the closest one and nibbled on the lobe a little, simply because it was too fucking adorable not to do so. Feeling his jaw tense against my chin in response, my thighs pressed together to try to get rid of the ache that was starting to grow in between them as I leaned back, the reason being...
I didn't want to wake him up.
Yet.
Taking a hold of the hand that wasn't tucked inside my boy shorts — against its usual spot over my right ass cheek — I brought it up to his chest and let my eyes study the kid's fingers. Those fingers that knew how to play my body so...sofucking good. Those fingers of his that had the knowledge of what to touch, and what not to touch, and how to touch what I liked being touched. Running my thumb along the rough skin that was covering his knuckles, I thought about the fear and about the love that they brought to my being. Fear caused by the way that they — alone — can destroy something or someone with complete ease. Love caused by the way that they — at the same time — can bring something or someone together, entirely.
And as soon as he interlaced our fingers together, unconsciously...
I swooned.
Like, fucking swwwwoooooooned.
Because even in his sleep, the kid's grip...
His goddamn grip...
It was more than secure with its security.
Its 'I got you, no matter what.'
It was more than protective with its protection.
Its 'I don't count when it involves your pain.'
It was more than gentle with its gentleness.
Its 'I'll never fucking hurt you.'
It was more than rough with its roughness.
Its 'You like it this way, so I'll give it to you this way.'
And, it was more than just me.
It was...for me.
Letting go of his hand after I kissed the back of it with nothing but reverence, I pursed my lips together at the obvious disagreement that the kid's brows gave my dismissal as they scrunched down a bit while his eyes remained closed. Feeling like a complete creeper but at the same time not giving a shit, I quietly pushed myself up to a sitting position and — slowly as to not wake him — I lifted the blanket off of his body and threw it over my shoulder in a 'get the fuck outta here' kind of a way...
Because who in their right mind wants to hide this glory?
Clearly, I am not raising my hand.
Plus, what kind of an investigator do you take me as?
I like to be considered...thorough...in what I do.
Giving myself a 'better' picture, so to speak, is a must.
Plus, what kind of an investigator do you take me as?
I like to be considered...thorough...in what I do.
Giving myself a 'better' picture, so to speak, is a must.
Shamelessly watching the way that the kid's edible looking chest rose and fell with each steady inhalation and exhalation that moved it, my tongue ran across my lips as I found them more than a little dry and in some serious need of moisture.
Honest to God, people?
I just wanted to be a part of it.
The hardness of its surface...
I wanted in.
I wanted in.
The smoothness of its skin...
I wanted in.
I wanted in.
The sculpture of its muscles...
Yes, please, and thank you.
Yes, please, and thank you.
I leaned down and pressed my lips against the barely there scar that has embedded itself over his shoulder, wishing nothing more than to be able to suck the hurt out of its pain, to just add it to mine so that he wouldn't have to live with it everyday. Having the ability of that unattainable power was the only thing that was running through my mind as he hummed something unintelligible above my head.
The disappointment that I saw in the kid's eyes sometimes, whether it be from talking about Elizabeth, or from when he did or said something that he later on decided was not something that he should have done or said. The way that he would so easily tell me that he was an asshole, like it was ingrained within him to be one...I wanted gone. How Edward Cullen wouldn't and simply couldn't accept failure, claiming that it wasn't an option...I wanted squashed.
The guilt that he lived with, day in and day out. Whether he admitted it to me or not, I knew of its existence, deep within my bones. The kid's 'I didn't do something right,' or his 'I did something wrong,' and his 'I wasn't enough,' or his 'I'll never be enough,' I despised and wanted to destroy.
Because he was right more than he was wrong.
And he'll always be enough.
The anger that practically embodied the kid, the way that it would make itself known with terrifying ease and nonchalance. How quickly its rage can start in its 'I'll show you how you pissed me off,' and end in its 'You see how you pissed me off?' with no single thought of consequence. How insanely intimidating he can be, towards someone who shouldn't feel intimidated. The temper that he holds can't be compared or controlled, simply because the people who know him know that they can't even touch it. I wanted to cool the heat that came from the pure irritation that radiated out of Edward's pores when certain shit bothered him, whether that bother be the dishes being left unwashed, or from someone picking on someone not their size.
When the other hand that wasn't now trapped underneath my ass — what with it not leaving its spot as I sat up — met that appealing happy trail of his that led down to the promise land, jealously burned my being to ashes while I watched those fingernails of his scratch what my own wanted to scratch. My bottom lip became my teeth's prisoner as they tried to hold onto the groan that desired nothing but escape when my eyes noticed the lovely tent that his palm adjusted a second later with a slight hip thrust and a clearing of the throat.
I mean, holy shit on my never ending hormones, man.
Especially when it involves this dude right here.
Edward Cullen's dick must be magic, hookahs.
Do I hear an amen on that, or do I hear an amen on that?
I may actually be addicted to whatever it has to offer me.
Alright, I'm lying.
Whatever it has to offer me, I am addicted to it.
No kidding aside though, is there a rehab for this kind of thing?
... uhm ...
... yeah ...
... nope ...
That bullshit about rehab? Mm. I take all of it back.
Why would I want to waste my time with treatment...
When I can just encourage my addiction, instead?
By getting me some Cullen dick whenever possible.
Brilliant idea on my part, or brilliant idea on my part?
I know, bitches, I know.
My attention left the kid's boxers — or better yet, what was underneath the fabric whose presence was considered anything but pleasant, to me at least — and went down to his feet as they started rubbing up against each other, sleepily looking for my own to warm up. Giving up on their search after a few seconds went by with his toes pointing here and there, they fell down onto the bed with an aggravated thump that had me grinning like mad.
No lie, I wanted to take a picture of his feet.
So, I did...with my cell phone's camera.
Simply because I could.
After placing my phone on top of the bedside table, I sat up on my knees — officially done with my investigating that caused nothing but impatience to overtake my being — as I tossed one of my legs over him so that I could straddle the tummy that I wanted to just...lick, until it was completely devoured. As soon as my ass landed on top of the muscles that I could practically feel contracting underneath my weight, the kid's eyelids fluttered open, and when I laid my palms flat against his chest, his own found their home over the tops of my thighs before they started warming up the skin that was already burning. "Good morning," he murmured in that goddamn sleepy as all hell voice that I wanted to attack, "Are you uh, trying to molest me again?"The disappointment that I saw in the kid's eyes sometimes, whether it be from talking about Elizabeth, or from when he did or said something that he later on decided was not something that he should have done or said. The way that he would so easily tell me that he was an asshole, like it was ingrained within him to be one...I wanted gone. How Edward Cullen wouldn't and simply couldn't accept failure, claiming that it wasn't an option...I wanted squashed.
The guilt that he lived with, day in and day out. Whether he admitted it to me or not, I knew of its existence, deep within my bones. The kid's 'I didn't do something right,' or his 'I did something wrong,' and his 'I wasn't enough,' or his 'I'll never be enough,' I despised and wanted to destroy.
Because he was right more than he was wrong.
And he'll always be enough.
The anger that practically embodied the kid, the way that it would make itself known with terrifying ease and nonchalance. How quickly its rage can start in its 'I'll show you how you pissed me off,' and end in its 'You see how you pissed me off?' with no single thought of consequence. How insanely intimidating he can be, towards someone who shouldn't feel intimidated. The temper that he holds can't be compared or controlled, simply because the people who know him know that they can't even touch it. I wanted to cool the heat that came from the pure irritation that radiated out of Edward's pores when certain shit bothered him, whether that bother be the dishes being left unwashed, or from someone picking on someone not their size.
When the other hand that wasn't now trapped underneath my ass — what with it not leaving its spot as I sat up — met that appealing happy trail of his that led down to the promise land, jealously burned my being to ashes while I watched those fingernails of his scratch what my own wanted to scratch. My bottom lip became my teeth's prisoner as they tried to hold onto the groan that desired nothing but escape when my eyes noticed the lovely tent that his palm adjusted a second later with a slight hip thrust and a clearing of the throat.
I mean, holy shit on my never ending hormones, man.
Especially when it involves this dude right here.
Edward Cullen's dick must be magic, hookahs.
Do I hear an amen on that, or do I hear an amen on that?
I may actually be addicted to whatever it has to offer me.
Alright, I'm lying.
Whatever it has to offer me, I am addicted to it.
No kidding aside though, is there a rehab for this kind of thing?
... uhm ...
... yeah ...
... nope ...
That bullshit about rehab? Mm. I take all of it back.
Why would I want to waste my time with treatment...
When I can just encourage my addiction, instead?
By getting me some Cullen dick whenever possible.
Brilliant idea on my part, or brilliant idea on my part?
I know, bitches, I know.
My attention left the kid's boxers — or better yet, what was underneath the fabric whose presence was considered anything but pleasant, to me at least — and went down to his feet as they started rubbing up against each other, sleepily looking for my own to warm up. Giving up on their search after a few seconds went by with his toes pointing here and there, they fell down onto the bed with an aggravated thump that had me grinning like mad.
No lie, I wanted to take a picture of his feet.
So, I did...with my cell phone's camera.
Simply because I could.
So maybe this position in the morning is a common occurrence.
Can you blame me, people?
I mean, waking this kid up all proper-like?
Nothing wrong with that...in my opinion, at least.
Ignoring his question only because the answer to it was a clear hell yes, I grinned when his hands stopped mine from running up and down his chest as I felt his breathing pick up, just a tad. "Morning," I whispered, feeling kind of bad that I woke the kid up from his slumber — but not really — as he interlaced our fingers together to keep my own busy. "How did you sleep, cutie wootie of a batooty?"
"Those fucking nicknames of yours are going to get you in trouble one of these days, you watch," he warned in a low grumble after rolling his eyes at my raised brow. Placing our joined hands above the pillow that the back of his head was laying on top of, he pulled my upper body down to his own a bit, and as my nose shoved its way into that yummy skin that was over the side of his scent-filled neck, he laughed something that made my mouth water in nothing but...
Why...are we still dressed, can someone let a bitch know?
Is there a 'Clothing Required' sign up in this mothereffer?
Nope, I answered my mind, there is NOT.
Sooo, my mind continued, get the shit started.
I'm TRYING to, I told it, give me some time.
Time? it scoffed, Christ, what a pussy.
If you weren't me, I'd fucking punch you.
If you weren't me, I'd fucking punch you.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Did I just mock...myself?
Letting go of our union, his palms snapped me back to reality as they started running along my back, doing what they did so nicely with transferring their heat into my skin as my fingernails found his scalp. "What happened to the blankets?" he asked the side of my face while my nose basked in the few blatant sniffs of...
Holy hell, can this kid smell any fucking better?
Wait.
Hell yes, he can. In the shower. Next step. Let's go.
After giving the kid's pulse a soft kiss that in response caused it to pick up a bit underneath my lips, my greedy nose left its spot over his neck and ran along his jaw before it reached that goddamn smirk of his, where the tip teased its texture. "Blankets, at a time like this?" I asked with irrelevance.
He hummed something so yummy that I had no choice but to breath it in, and as the tips of his fingers met with the indented skin that was underneath my boxer's waistband, I lifted my nose from his mouth so that I could meet his eyes. "Well what exactly do you suppose we do, at a time like this?"
Isn't that a goddamn loaded question...
That, of course, I had the answer to.
I scooted down a little, and when the front of my boxers — that, mind you, I was planning on taking off assoonasfuckingpossible — brushed up against the solidity that was underneath the front of his boxers, I placed my forehead over his own as he groaned something that only my ears could hear. "My body wants to play with your body," I told him as the grip that he now had over my ass kept it from moving around, like it so wanted to, "And judging from something that I'm feeling right about now, I bet that your body wants to play with my body, too."
A pout of unfairness formed over my mouth as the kid placed his hands against the back of his head after removing them from my ass cheeks. "My body always wants to play with your body," he whispered in some distracted kind of a way while his eyes ran up and down my clothed torso as I sat up. "Don't act as if you don't already know that, Bae."
After taking off the tee shirt that was covering up what his eyes really wanted to see, I rolled my own as his hands quickly went over to my hips to pull my ass away from the twitch that I felt below it. "Well why has your body been denying mine for so long, when it always want to play with it?" I asked with a raised brow as his fingers started unhooking the clasp that was placed on the front of my bra, "I mean, it's been a month and some days since the last time that we fooled around, and to say that I'm getting irritated about the shit is an understatement."
"I just want to do everything right this time around," he whispered, the kid's words opposing his behavior as he tossed my bra across the room in some I'm done with your presence type of a way that had me humming in response, so on that level. Placing one of his hands behind his head, his other one started traveling up my stomach after running its knuckles along my boxer's waistband, bypassing my tits as it ran in between my chest before reaching the back of my neck, where he pulled my upper body down to his own, leaving my mouth centimeters away from where it was destined to be. "Messing up this thing that we have going on, isn't an option to me."
I leaned away from him a bit. "Are you...for real, right now?"
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
I snorted. "Edward, come on, dude. You can't be serious."
"Well I am," he replied with a simple shrug as his other hand joined the one that was placed against the back of his head, which in return, gave my eyes the epic view of his biceps, all bite-able looking with their scrumptious strength. "I want to be good for you, Bella."
"Cullen," I laughed, "We're past all of that."
He rolled his eyes at my statement of truth, and as I leaned down a bit to sniff the kid's armpit out of pure curiosity, he pursed his lips together in amusement, trying to sound all serious-like as he continued. "I don't want to be past all of that," he whispered, "I want to do this shit right with you."
"How?" I asked incredulously, "By denying us of sexy time?"
"I just want to take it...slow, for a change...you know?"
Keeping my eyes on him, that part of my body scooted down to that part of his body — that I wanted on me, around me, fucking in me — and as I noticed that delectable jaw of his tense up a bit from his skin that was over his abdomen feeling the heat that was trying to escape my boxers, a grin that imitated the Grinch fell against my lips. "Well butter my biscuits and call me a baker," I hummed as I sat up, loving the drawn out inhale that left his being as the position put more pressure on top of the place that needed more pressure, "If you want slow, Edward...I can give you slow."
As soon as I started grinding against the kid — taking my good ol' time to show him exactly how slow I can be — he sat up in some quick as all hell type of a way that had me falling backwards from his — all of a goddamn sudden — haste to stop my movements, and when his hands found my hips to keep me upright, I narrowed my eyes at his own narrowed eyes, not understanding what his deal seemed to be. "That's not what I meant, Bella."
"Well fucking clarify," I gritted.
He growled something that screamed frustration as his hands left the hold that they had over my hips and went up to his hair, where his fingers started tugging on the chaotic mess that covered the top of his head in some you're existence is destroying my shit type of a way that made the kid seem so clinically insane but hot at the same time. "Look, just hear me out for a minute," he started while my attention was otherwise preoccupied with trying to think of a way on how I could grab a hold of my cell phone without appearing rude, Edward Cullen's nervousness too good to pass up by not taking a picture of its current state of being. "I think that it's fucking awesome that we've been friends before anything more happened between us. In fact, I know that our friendship is the main reason as to why we have this unbreakable bond that no one can touch or destroy. Hell, when we wanted to destroy everything that we have built over the years, we couldn't, and that speaks for itself. I think that what we share is...I don't know...special, or something that a person might never get the chance to experience, or...whatever...if that makes any sense to you, even though...right about now, I'm not making any sense to myself, because I fucking suck with words that are meant to sound a whole lot better when I speak them, and trying to explain my goddamn feelings, and putting the toilet seat down when I know that you despise it being left up, and quitting smoking when I know that the shit is unhealthy for me, and math, and staying put at the kitchen table when I know that I could be cleaning instead, and admitting my goddamn faults, and not using my fists instead of my brain, and taking care of a nine year old chick, and being respectful when all that I do every morning is wake up with a hard on, my only thoughts being on how I can make you cum ten times in one outing, but...yeah?"
My brows scrunched together. "Did you ask me a specific question?"
Because, whoa.
Did the kid honestly expect me to understand any part of that?
Because again, whoa.
When he lowered his head and took a few deep breathes, I pursed my lips together in amusement while I nodded in nothing but encouragement because it totally seemed as if he needed that oxygen in order to continue with...survival. "My point is," the kid started after a few seconds of complete silence, causing me to internally roll my eyes in here we go again, "is that I think that we're moving a little too fast, or something. At the beginning, we might have went into this whole thing headfirst, so to speak...which is cool and all, but I feel as if we didn't take the time to..."
I don't know about you hookahs, but...
Blah, Blah, fucking Blah...was all that I heard.
Deciding to brilliantly tune him out simply because I was already bored with where the kid was going with this, I let the tips of my fingers run up my thighs in some mission in progress type of a way that instantly got his attention, and when they reached the waistband of the boxers that I was wearing, his voice kind of...died out, before he shook his head and continued, taking his eyes away from my digit's behavior. "The pain that we were going through...how we used each other's bodies so that the hurt could disappear and be replaced with something that actually felt good, and the anger that took over our systems...how we found an outlet for its escape by mentally abusing each other, and the disappointment that we felt when we were constantly searching for appreciation in all of the wrong places...I mean, more times than not, we brought all of those emotions into sex. And honest to God, Bae...I'm not in any way trying to place all of the blame on you for that, because I know that I did the same shit, too...but, wh—"
Again, the bullshit that he was spitting stopped short as his mouth fell open, his eyes noticing my bottom lip when I bit onto it, feeling so very naughty as my hand found its way into the fabric that — unfortunately — was going to be taken off by me sooner or later, seeing as to how he was trying to play hard to get. As his slightly darkened gaze left my own and went down to the boxers that I stole from him three nights ago, his one hand that found my back pulled me closer to him before his other one tugged the waistband away from my lower abdomen a bit so that he could get a better look, causing me to internally scoff at Edward Cullen's so called denial. "What I'm trying to tell you is that I think that weeeeeee..." his letter — so to speak — froze when he saw the tip of my pointer finger run along the slightly damp seam of my boy shorts as it collected the evidence of how much this kid's everything turned me on. "Holy...fucking...Christ on you not having a fair bone in your goddamn body."
I raised an eyebrow at his accusation as I — very slowly as to not lose his attention — ran that same fingertip all the way up to one of my tits, and while his eyes followed my digits elevation, they widened bit by motherfucking bit. As soon as I circled my nipple with what the kid caused, a soft sigh escaped my mouth at the same time that his tongue wet his own. "What exactly were you trying to tell me, Edward?"
"Lick you...that I wanted to...lick you."
Finding the kid's declaration — that was filled with nothing but complete engrossment — funny as all hell, I couldn't help the loud snort that came out of my mouth, causing him to snap out of his distraction as his hooded gaze left my nipple with a quick shake of his head. "By all means, Cullen," I started when his narrowed eyes met my pursed lips, "If you want to lick me, then fucking lick me. I'm sure as shit not going to stop you."
"That's not what I was trying to tell you," he argued before rolling his eyes at me after I rolled my own at him. As I went to lower my hand down to my boxers with the mission of trying to distract him — once again — he groaned a low "Wait," at the same time that his fingers quickly took a hold of my wrist. "Please, just...listen to me for a second?"
Lowering my head, I grumbled a more than irritated "Whatever" with a pout as I placed my arms across my chest, feeling completely naked under his gaze. "Go ahead with your bullshit and deny me of the sexy time that you've been withholding from my more than ready to just get it in existence."
As soon as the last word left my mouth, my name fell from his own in the softest goddamn way, which gave me no choice but to lift my head and look into his eyes, instantly. "You're reading into my so called denial in a completely wrong way. I can see this bullshit insecurity that you're holding onto, and to say that I am getting sick and tired of how you honestly don't believe the goddamn fact of how I want nothing more or less than you is an understatement."
Leaning back some, my eyes widened a little bit as I took the time to actually notice exactly how tired and worn out the kid appeared. Meeting his gaze after a few seconds passed by us in silence, I tried to keep the anger that was quickly building up within me at bay, kind of pissed off at myself for not seeing this shit earlier. "Wow, I uh..." paused as I shook my head, my brows scrunched together, "How did I not..."
Know this.
Before I knew it, I was nine point nine seconds away from literally crying, and all that I wanted to do was to get the hell out of this bedroom. "You're being retarded," he told me with a roll of his eyes as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders and pulled me into his chest, causing the tears that were more than ready to escape to do just that as I buried my forehead against his neck, the kid's immediate knowledge of my next move getting to me, in the deepest way. "The only problem that I have is you not knowing how much your goddamn body effects mine, how I honest to God crave it. Every single ramble that comes from your mind, I hold my breath for it, Bae. That soul of yours that I consider untouchable, I need it. Whatever the hell you have to offer me, I'll take it...and I'm more than willing to return me to you, in the same respect." After I felt his chin nudge my own a bit, I withdrew my face from its hiding spot and met his gaze with my blurry one before he started running his thumbs along my cheeks with a small grin, wiping away the wetness that fell over them. "But Christ on my denial if I tell you that I don't want to know what your favorite color is, or what kind of flower makes you smile. I'd be lying to you if I said that I didn't want to know about what you dream of during the night that has that obnoxious snort of yours reach my ears, or about those nightmares that bring tears to your eyes when you wake up, scaring the shit out of me with your difficulty of catching a breath. Hell, I want to take you on a date, and I want to hold your hand when we're out in public, and kiss you whenever the fuck I feel like kissing you. I mean, everything that involves the two of us is so goddamn intense and dramatic, Bella...all the time...and I just want to take it a little slower. I want to get to know you, on our pace."
"Shit on my Sunday morning pancakes, man..." How lucky can I get?
His eyebrows scrunched together some, and when I noticed that the kid was trying to hold back on his laughter — what with the way that his chest started shaking a little bit against my own — I slapped my hand over my mouth, realizing that I said something that was probably inappropriate...especially after everything that he just finished telling me. "Hmm. Well I mean, I get that you can't live without your Sunday morning pancakes and all...but I never knew that you were into having shit on top of them, which is...unique, I guess...although very disturbing."
"Shut up," I laughed with my palm over his forehead as it pushed it into the headboard that his back was leaning against, causing him to smile something crooked in return that had its power of hypnotizing my entire existence while he rubbed the back of his head. "You know the problem that I have with my goddamn filter, so don't take what I say out loud so seriously. I just..." Pausing, I ran my thumbs along the kid's brows as I looked into his eyes...
Like really looked into his eyes.
To the point where...something happened.
Causing my own to widen, after a few seconds. "Holy shit!"
He choked slash yelped a "Why?" as one of my knees — honest to God — accidently shoved its way into his balls when my body literally flew away from his own — as if it were possessed by cupid — before landing on the floor with a loud thud. "Jesus Christ, Swan! Are you...insane?" he asked in some breathless type of a way as I scrambled up to my feet, rubbing my ass that might have gotten hit by an arrow. "What the fuck did I do to you now?"
I grimaced at the kid's hunched over state of being, his hands cupping the — hopefully not damaged — equipment that my right knee seemed to unconsciously have beef with. "I'm sorry, Edward!" I unnecessarily shouted, looking around the room as I tried to catch a goddamn visual of wings, or something. "I didn't...HOLY shit where is that fucker?" I asked myself, "I honestly didn't mean to do that...this time around...I'm just in...HOLY HELL, no fucking way!"
I...
No, B.
But, I...
Just...no.
Hearing my footsteps when I started backing away from the 'bed of discoveries' with my hands held up in the air — simply because I was no lie, afraid of what they were capable of squeezing to death — Edward lifted his head with a tense jaw as he tried to hide the pain of receiving a sac jab that I could spot from a ten mile radius. "Are you...cool?"
"Cucumber cool!" I...screeched before clearing my throat.
...
Like, 'Cucumber cool,' though?
Really, brain?
That's what the fuck you came up with?
"I uh...woah, diarrhea."
Mm. Yeah. Much better.
Thanks a lot.
His eyebrows scrunched together. "Bae..."
"Diarrhea!" I screamed in fright — of myself, mind you — before I — with unimaginable speed that imitated a goddamn tornado — turned around and ran straight into the bathroom door, which was — unbeknownst to me — closed. Hearing soft laughter behind me, I snorted in nervousness as I lowered my head and placed my arms across my naked chest whose nipples were most likely inverted from the hit that it took against the wood a second ago.
After a minute or eight of mentally preparing myself, my 'cool as a cucumber' demeanor was shot to hell as I looked over my shoulder and gasped, meeting with that green color that seemed to put this spell on me in the first place. Grabbing a hold of the doorknob, I started twisting it in some frantic type of a way that had me looking like I was desperately trying to escape Jason Voorhees' all of a goddamn sudden appearance. After shoving invisible beings out of my way — with survival of the fittest on my mind — as I stumbled into the bathroom, I turned around — in a move that imitated a ballerina's twirl — and slammed the door shut with a shout of "Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, holy mother-effin shit!"
Three Nights Later
"Like, do you even understand what I'm talking about, girlfriend?" I asked Darrell in a growl as I slammed my plastic cup of whiskey down onto the counter. In response to hearing my question and feeling the brown liquor splash across his face a bit from my aggravation, my questionable she-male friend raised a brow at me after his eyes left the dance floor that they were hypnotized with from the beginning of my rant. "I mean, come the fuck on, right?" I gritted with a glare as he wiped himself down with a hand towel. "Is that shit even possible?"
"Baby girl, I stopped listening to you a half an hour ago," he told me before dismissing my ass, once again returning his attention back to the kid who has been denying me sexy time ever since our joint declaration of togetherness, or whatever the fuck it was. "The least that you can do right now is shut the hell up and let me get back to my fantasies," he continued in a daze as he fanned himself like a little pansy, "Which, mind you, involves your man...your man, who is looking too fucking fine right now. The only thing that I don't understand is why you're sitting here wasting your time with me when you can be over there, grinding him up all nice and proper-like."
"That is what I am trying to talk to you about!"
He huffed an irritated "Fine," as he pushed himself away from the counter that has been supporting his unproductive being ever since Cullen and Sarah joined each other on the dance floor. After telling George to cover him, he walked out from behind the bar and came over to where I was sitting. "If the subject involves your boy toy's wonder-stick in any way, I might as well listen to what you have to say," he started as he took a seat on the stool that was placed next to mine, "Go ahead, B. You have my undivided attention."
"Darrell, if you were to ask me 'Hey, B...what does your boy toy's wonder-stick look like?' I wouldn't know how to fucking answer you. You know why? Because it's been so goddamn long since the last time that I laid eyes on it. So long that, honest to God, I don't remember anything about its appearance. Anything! I mean, I used to be a pro, bitch! I used to have that shit on lock. If there was a class on it, I would be able to pass it with flying colors. Now? It's a big fat F. F minus, at that. If there was a G, it would be my mark."
"You're being dramatic."
"Dude!"
"Come on, baby girl. It can't be that bad."
"A month and some days."
He gasped as if he heard that penis's were illegal to look at. "No..."
"Lie," I finished. "He has been denying me of anything that involves getting it in. Mmhm, Edward fucking Cullen, the kid whose dick is his best goddamn friend, has been saying 'let's take it easy.' I mean, he told me that he wants to take it slow, and I completely get that because everything about us is so fast, but...alright, look. Three days ago, it got to the point where I wanted to give myself some relief, so I tried to, and in front of him. Literally, I didn't give a shit. But listen to this...before I was able to get into it, he stopped the shit! Like, what dude just stops the shit, right?"
"Wait, do you think that...he's into dick, all of a sudden?"
"Darrell."
"Cause, shit. Don't play with me right now." I raised an eyebrow. "I mean, don't get me wrong, baby girl...I love you, and all...but, if the kid's down with experiencing the bright side of things, it's fair game. Don't be one of those haters whose ex finds a spicier ingredient to try."
"I seriously need to meet the hyena that gave birth to you."
"Bitch, please. That hyena and I aren't on speaking terms."
"Am I supposed to be surprised?"
He rolled his eyes. "Alright, can we be serious for a second?"
"By all fucking means."
"What would you think about hooking us up? It is too soon?"
Okay, so judging from the loud ass yelp that followed girlfriend's question after I slapped the rainbows out of his right cheek with my dominant hand, I may have taken it to the goddamn extreme, which is why...as soon as I snapped out of it, I — with speed that was considered nothing but lethal for someone such as yours truly — stood up from my seat with both of my hands up in the air, already surrendering. "I uh, just want you to keep in mind that I have nothing against gays. Just sayin.' Although, I'm having some doubts about you actually being gay. You're the straightest gay man that I know. Take that as a compliment. If you take it as an insult, forget that it even came out of my mouth...because it didn't. You have just been glamoured, for I am Bill Compton."
"Did you seriously just slap me, you bitch?"
I grimaced as he stood up from his seat. "My fault?"
Honestly, people, to be fair here?
My horniness hit its all time fucking high.
In all seriousness, motherfuckers. It's bad.
That slap up there, was considered foreplay to me.
And! Darrell couldn't even appreciate said foreplay.
Cause, as you hookahs can gather, he's into dick and all.
And, I do have a vagina - even if it hasn't been used, so you know.
Mmhmm. That bad.
"Come here for a second," he told me, in some calm as all hell manner...
That had me thinking 'Wha?' and 'Does this include some frisky time?'
Because, like I fucking said, I'm horny.
I raised a brow as my gaze lowered to his...vicinity. "Is this a trick?"
"I just want to hug you," he told me as I kind of licked my lips a bit.
Hell, man.
If a hug includes a bit of boob gropage in any way...
I'm so in.
I smiled something that silently screamed 'I'm so using your temple to calm down my own temple's desire,' and as soon as I held my arms out — with the intention of inviting certain body parts of his slash hers to press up against certain body parts of mine slash mine — girlfriend's hands found my boobs — that, mind you, if could speak, would welcome him in with a breathy whisper of 'It's been a while' — before those hands squeezed my boobs, which...
May have caused a loud moan to escape my being...
Before a hiss dominated it as he started pulling on them.
While I was in the middle of trying to figure out if I should retaliate or join in, Dick came out of nowhere and grabbed a hold of Darrell's collar at the same exact time that Mike wrapped his arms around my waist from behind, the both of them interrupting my conflicting thoughts — that consisted of 'Holy shit, that kind of doesn't feel so grand,' and 'Take it like a champ, you're actually getting some kind of action' — as Murphy pulled me away from the counter that Davis slammed girlfriend up against a second later. "For your sake, I hope that you have a perfect explanation as to why I saw what the hell I just saw."
"Christ, Dick!" I growled as I struggled to get out of Murphy's grip. "Let go of him!"
I mean, maybe the dude was just...experimenting, or something?
It's not like he's around tits enough to know their purpose, right?
And, if he's into that kind of shit, I'm not a compromis-er for nothing.
Who am I to judge, when I can just...do the damn thing, you know?
"Swan, a second ago, I saw the dude...manhandle you, in a way that I find offensive."
"Oh, get a grip on yourself, Davis!" I told him with a roll of my eyes before I growled at Murphy, whose arms were still wrapped around me. "You're looking at this the wrong way. The kid isn't even considered a dude, if I'm keeping it real." Dick raised a brow at me and I grinned as I nodded at Darrel, who was seriously looking as if God just granted him a spot up in heaven where it was raining men all day, every day. "Honestly, man...I bet that if you were to lower your hands, you'd feel an...expanded vagina...okay, that's disgusting...look. Your name? That's his shit, and judging from the nonexistent struggling that he's giving you and the far away expression that's written all over his face, he's praying that you're into what he's into, too."
Dick grimaced a bit, letting go of girlfriend's collar. "Whoa. No."
Darrell narrowed his eyes at me. "J's right. You're nothing but a hater."
"Murphy, have you met my fucking girlfriend?" the undercover superhero who was known to me as Edward Cullen asked, appearing out of thin air — it seemed — as he pulled Mike's arms away from waist, causing me to fall forward and land all delicious on top of the kid as he caught me. "How many times do I have to tell you to keep your hands off of something that belongs to me, dude?"
As soon as I looked up at Edward, his tongue found my own...
So, you know how that goes. I was thoroughly distracted.
Although, not distracted enough to not feel that we were moving away from the place that my tits got some kind of play from a person who would never appreciate said play. After his teeth finally let go of my bottom lip, I wrapped my thighs around the kid's hips to give his arms that were supporting my body weight a break from carrying it. "Where did that come from?" I breathed in a daze, finding out that we now in the middle of the dance floor as I looked around us.
Instead of answering me, his thumbs tucked themselves into the waistband of my jeans as his mouth found my earlobe, my body swaying along with his while he continued dancing to Pitbull's 'Give me everything,' which was perfectly blaring itself through the bar's speakers. "Excuse me, excuse me, but I might drink a little bit more than I should tonight, and I might take you home with me if I could tonight, and baby Im'a make you feel so good tonight, cause we might not get tomorrow."
I just came.
No lie, in my head...
I just fucking came.
Unwrapping my legs from around him as he bit onto the bottom of my earlobe after practically molesting it with his warm breath when he started whispering those goddamn lyrics against it, I thought about the perfect plan and began forming it, licking my lips a bit as my chucks met the dance floor. "Walk me to the bathroom?"
He raised an eyebrow at my mouth. "But, I'm piss free."
"But, I'm not," I told him with my palm over his lips as they went to attack my own, again.
"You never needed an escort before."
I grinned at his narrowed eyes. "I can always go and ask Mike."
"Then go and ask Mike," he said in such a clean manner that, honestly?
Fucked with the dirt that I was so going for.
As soon as his hands left my hips with a shrug that made me think that maybe I should hook him and Darrell up, I turned around and went to walk away from his — all of a goddamn sudden — same gender appreciating being. "Jesus Christ," the kid laughed as his fingers found my belt loops a second or two later, stopping my retreat as they tugged me back, "It seems as if you can't take a fucking joke anymore."
I narrowed my eyes at him as he turned me around. "How do you feel about Darrell?"
"He's...good people, I guess?"
Good people, huh?
Is that another phrase for 'someone I want to fuck,' maybe?
That, is what I'm wondering.
"Good people that you might want a piece of?"
He snorted something that screamed suspect...
And intoxication.
Not intoxication, per say, but he was definitely tipsy.
"You're fucking kidding, right?"
"Answer the question, Cullen."
His jaw dropped. "Oh, come on, dude."
"Speaking of dudes, are you into them?"
He laughed in a scoff, as if to say 'Oh, man! You've clearly lost your head...'
I raised a brow in return, as if to ask 'You don't see it attached to my neck?'
His eyes narrowed a bit. "Bella Swan has jokes, all of a goddamn sudden."
"Sex must be a pain in the ass for Edward Cullen, all of a goddamn sudden."
"You're serious right now," he stated.
I nodded, trying to hide the conniving smirk that wanted to appear over my mouth as he placed his arms across his chest, looking all offended and too cute for words. "I mean, with the way that you've been avoiding my advances, I honestly wouldn't be surprised if I found out that getting it up here excites you," I told him as I gave that bitable ass of his a hard smack, causing a lovely growl of irritation to leave his throat in return. "Maybe you need to prove yourself to me, or something."
After placing his hands over my hips, the kid started leading us through the rowdy crowd, and as his mouth pressed against the grin that took over my own, I grabbed a hold of the front of his tee shirt to keep my balance while we bumped into the people who were dancing and drinking and who the fuck cares? "You're just trying to piss me off," he accused in complete accuracy, his breath hitting my wet lips, "I'm not falling for your bullshit, Bae. When I told you that I thought that we should take it slow, I wasn't messing around."
After my back hit the bathroom door that he decided to slam me up against all proper-like, I gave my lips the moisture that they asked my tongue for as my fingers forgot about the fabric of his tee and found what was underneath it way more interesting. "No messing around?"
His chest rumbled underneath my fingertips while I softly ran them up and down the skin that my own wanted to be pressed up against without any barriers, and as his hands left my hips and went to the door frame, I cocked my head to the side, biting the inside of my cheek from the way that it felt to be trapped within his space. "No messing around."
"Do you understand...how crazy you drive me?" I asked in all seriousness as my hands moved to the kid's back, where they were more than eager to pull him closer to me as he placed his forehead against my own and closed his eyes, keeping his palms over the door frame, "Honest to God, Edward...I can't get enough of you."
A response to my declaration never left his throat, which was A-the fuck-Okay with me, because as his forehead nudged mine back a bit instead, that — should have a warrant out of its arrest — mouth of his rubbed against my own in an open the hell up type of a way, causing my lips to slowly but surely spread apart, having absolutely no problem with captivity after feeling that groan of his vibrate their existence as his tongue met my seeking one with such...
Softness.
Softness that, if I'm keeping it real...
Had me thinking that I was dreaming.
Feeling as if they wanted something more meaningful — more you're quickly becoming my everything and while that fact scares the shit out of me, the thrill that it gives my blood at the same exact time is undeniable — my hands that were tugging the kid's back stopped their behavior that was filled with nothing but urgency and took a hold of his face instead. Breaking the kiss just a bit so that I could honestly calm down the emotions that it was starting to evoke, I let my palms tell his cheeks what my voice was afraid of telling his ears as my top lip rested over his top lip, my bottom one supported by his bottom one while my lungs fought to just...
Breathe.
"You drive me crazy, too, Bae." I opened my eyes at the same time that he did, it felt like...what with the way that our newly reunited gazes made me dizzy with their intensity of speaking words that they couldn't possibly form. Countless seconds of complete silence passed by us before his fingers wrapped themselves around my wrists and lowered my hands down to his chest, causing the spinning that was going on in my head to increase to a whole other level as the kid's heart underneath my palms kicked my equilibrium's ass with its beats. "You know?"
I nodded, simply because...I didn't know what to say.
The assurance of what I felt was definitely there, but...
Its fear of making itself known, was a goddamn bitch.
Giving me some space by leaning back a bit, he took a hold of my jaw and lifted my face up to his as my hands remained against his chest with the hopes of steadying the imbalance that I hated yet couldn't get enough of. "Where did you just go?" he asked in a whisper that I barely heard, his eyes on mine as his thumb ran itself along my bottom lip to free it from my teeth's unconscious grip. "You seem kind of far away, all of a sudden. You okay?"
Letting my palms drop from the beats that were disguising themselves as super glue, I choked out a "Golden" that sounded more like a "Goldfish" before I quickly coughed to clear my throat free of the goddamn frog that decided to take its residence within my voice box. Shoving my hands into the back pockets of my jeans as he raised an eyebrow at me, I nodded towards the bathroom door. "Well, uhm, you know...this is me, and all."
After those — more than retarded — words that — fucking mind you — weren't meant to be audible bypassed the nonexistent filter that my brain contained, the prick lowered his head, and when I noticed that smirk of his start tugging on the corner of that mouth of his as it begged for its appearance, I — externally — rolled my eyes while I — internally — told my hands to stay put, that escaping the safety of my pockets to slap or punch or pitch the cockiness out of the kid was a waste of time and effort. "Well, uhm, you know...that's cool, and all."
"You're not coming in?"
And yes, people. I know what you're thinking.
I'm fucking...out there, or whatever...I get it.
Acting as if I were inviting him into my place...
Instead of the lady's restroom in reality was...
Weird. Loco, even. Fucking...psych appointment worthy.
But...
You know what's weirder, loco-er, and psych appointment worthier?
That a lady's restroom is called a lady's restroom.
I mean, let's be realistic, am I right, or am I right?
Do ladies, by any chance, rest in the shit?
Or...rest in their shit, literally fucking speaking?
I mean, if a broad is into all of that, by all means.
Do you. Just. You know. Stay away from me...
Stinky Ms. Stinker.
Like, I must have missed the infomercial, I guess.
The one that claimed that the toilet is the new bed...
In case you guys were just, you know, wondering...
About the type of shit that I watch on my free time...
Which is entirely nonexistent by the way, so yeah.
"Bella..."
Oh. Right.
At the bar with Cullen.
Got it.
I raised an eyebrow at the kid. "What's up?"
"Have you..." Pausing, he pulled one of my hands out of the pocket that it was sitting in before he brought my arm up to his face. Cocking my head to the side a bit as he started sniffing the sleeve of my hoodie in some suspicious 'I'm onto you' type of a way that had me trying to pinpoint the exact time as to when the kid had officially lost it, I remained silent. "Have you been hanging out with Ma without me knowing?" he asked with narrowed eyes after a few seconds. "Cause, I mean...I don't think that she still smokes...but, I can never be too sure when it involves that woman, or you for that matter."
I pulled my arm from his hold. "Shut up."
"Just...asking," he smirked with his hands up in the air.
Keeping my gaze on his mouth, I silently let the kid know that playtime was now in session as I gave the bathroom door that was behind me a little knock-aroo, the knuckles of my other hand finding the warm skin that was over his lower abdomen as my fingers took a hold of the waistband of his jeans. "Come on," I whispered in a 'Marilyn Monroe' type of a way that in return, earned me a raised eyebrow from Mr. I'm just going to play dumb and act like I don't fucking know what you have in mind. "Let's get away from all of this noise and make our own."
"I thought that you had to piss," he stated like a moron.
"I do," I lied, tugging the kid's waistband a bit.
"Then go piss," he said with a shrug, squashing my shit.
Figuratively speaking, of course.
My other hand — that, a few seconds ago, informed the kid of the place where we should have been...yesterday — took a hold of the bottom hem of his tee shirt — that, in my opinion, should have been off...last year — and while I ground my teeth together, I could have sworn that I heard my dentist telling me that I should abandon everything and anything that involves Edward Cullen, for he thought that the man was a cavity that could never be fixed. "I need your help."
"Help with pissing?" I nodded like clearly. "I'm good. Go ahead. You got this."
You see, people?
He wants nothing to do with my down below!
That's fucking it!
My patience? Bye! My impatience? Hello!
Having enough of Edward Cullen's 'I can all of a goddamn sudden live without sex' bullshit attitude, I growled a sound that highly imitated a caged lion who just received a double dose of epinephrine on its ass as my ass slammed itself into the door that it was leaning against, causing it to...no lie...swing off of its hinges.
Okay, so obviously, I'm exaggerating.
What ass has that power, right? Right.
After stepping inside, my other fingers — that weren't gripping the material out of his waistband to keep him from running away like a little bitch — took a hold of the kid's collar with a goddamn purpose, my eyes delighted with the fear slash lust that they saw in his own gaze. After pulling him into the bathroom, I karate kicked the door shut behind him with a clenched jaw that opposed his dropped one. "This is how it's going to go down," I gritted before my digits gave the fabric that they were holding onto a single but sharp tug...
Rrrrriiiiiiiipppp.
Shirt? Tossed. And now useless and no longer considered wearable.
First mission? Accomplished. Pat of the back? Mentally performed.
"Jesus Christ..."
"Can not help you right now," I finished, jumping him.
As soon as my more than needy body slammed into his own that — irritably — held nothing but calmness, he groaned a sound that — in its own way — showed me the dislike that he had of my unexpected urgency, but even still...because the temptation of this kid's everything being too fucking hard to resist, I wrapped my thighs around his hips in some 'you disentangle me and I'll hurt you' type of a way as he pushed himself away from the door that he ended up being thrown against a second ago, his hands underneath my ass supporting the weight that I felt within myself.
The weight that I just wanted...out.
As my fingers found that hair of his and tugged it back a bit so that my eyes could play with his eyes, the sound that never left his throat — but made itself known by vibrating my chest that was pressed up against his own — told me that he enjoyed it, that now...I was giving him pleasure instead of displeasure. I tightened the hold that I had on the bronze chaos when he tried to pull my wrists away, grinning at the growl that my grip produced. "Can we...talk...for a second, Be—" my teeth interrupted the kid's words as they took a hold of his top lip, finding it too irresistible not to do so, "Owe." I grinned at the "Fuck" that hit my tongue a second after I licked the ache that I knew he liked, judging from the twitch of hardness that I felt against my softness. Leaning away some, I went to pull my hoodie off but he stopped me. "Wait, Bella...just...hold on."
I groaned, placing my forehead against his. "Please don't...stop me, Edward."
"Unless you want company," he whispered, "I think that it's best to stop you."
Lifting my head, I raised an eyebrow. "Have you been hanging out with Ma?"
"Never been about reefer," he said, "Cigarettes on the other hand? Delicious."
"Riiight," I gave him, "So...will this convo lead to dry humping by any chance?"
What?
Just fucking askin.'
Christ.
"Are you getting all of this, Morris?" he asked...me, raising his voice a little bit. Laying the back of my hand against the kid's forehead as he kept his eyes on mine while he continued talking, I tried to feel for a temperature, thinking that Edward Cullen was getting a flu of 'Identity Crisis,' or something. "The audio, how is it? Should I speak louder?" Taking a hold of his fingers, I sniffed them, wondering if he was lying about cigarettes being the only substances that he smoked. "Is the angle working for you, because if not, shit. Let me know."
"I need a visual of your chest, Cullen. Move Swan aside, or something."
Looking over my shoulder, I narrowed my eyes at the broad who was just...resting in the lady's restroom as she sat on top of the counter, her high heeled feet placed in the sink with her legs bent at the knees. The knees that were supporting her elbows. Her elbows that were attached to her hands. Her hands that were holding onto a cell phone. A cell phone that was flashing red. Red, a color that told me that she was recording. "Do you fucking mind, Morris?"
"Not at all," she replied in nonchalance, "Continue."
Not a second after her director's demand, my attention left the broad and went over Edward's shoulder as the door swung open, causing a growl of disbelief to leave my being when I saw that it was Matt who walked in, holding a plate of popcorn with one hand while his other one was busy shoving kernels into his mouth. "What did I miss?" he asked, keeping his eyes on Edward and I as he made his way over towards the bathroom counter, bumping into air along the way with how goddamn hard his half-brained self was concentrating.
"Nothing too much. Swan's still dressed. Is that buttered?"
"Obviously. Ain't that a fucking bitch. And, for you? Of course."
"If it's for me, then why are your fingers all up in my bowl?"
"Give my fingers a better place to be all up in, and then we'll talk."
"God, Smith...you make me kind of hot...you know that?"
He nodded, tapping the side of his head. "I'm more than just looks."
Snatching the bowl out of the idiot's — butter-smothered — fingers with one hand, the broad's other one went to the tie that he had around his neck before she pulled his face down to hers, giving his — already — puckered up lips a quick kiss. "You're more than special, lover. Now, take a fucking seat, for the show must go on."
After running his palms down his shirt without a care on his — half of — mind about the shit — which, by the way, caused my goddamn eyes to burn with pride — he jumped up onto the counter and took a hold of Sarah's legs, telling her that "The heels are staying on during sex tonight," with a growl as he placed them on top of his lap. "Hold it!" he told Edward and I in a shout, acting as if we were getting ready to perform a scene of some sort. "Did you record my entrance?" he asked Morris, "I added a bit of a swagger to my hip when I first came in, and I'm pretty sure that it was done with perfection."
"I got it."
"And that, is what the hell I'm talkin' about," he said with a fist pump to her roll of the eyes before returning his attention back to us, clapping his hands together as if he needed our goddamn cooperation. "Alright so, listen up, my fellow money makers. Let's talk business, shall we? The first issue that I would like to discuss is the company. Even though Morris and I are present, I need you two to act as if we're not. If, by any chance, we get a couple of visitors who need to drop the kids off at the pool or sink their protein submarines, I want you to treat them as extras. Ignorance is bliss, and all of that jazz. My motto. I see the four of us as nothing but professionals, so there shouldn't be a dilemma with nervousness / prudishness / shyness / fear / anxiety / hesitancy / sensitivity / timidness, or worry. If there is, I can always go and get a hold of Brandon's purse, which probably contains every kind of medication known to man. I'm not anything but here for your support and comfort. The gist of it is...I have a dick. Cullen has a dick. Morris has a p.u.s.s.y. Swan has a p.u.s.s.y. Let's not behave as if we've never seen the shit before, yeah? Also, while we're on the subject, E. If you get a hard on that my hot piece needs to record, let a brother know so that I could look away. I'm all about making this as...Darrell-isk-less as possible. Love the dude. Not in love with the dude. Need music? Tell me. I'm not below beat boxing. Next. Swan. Lose the fucking hoodie and shirt. Hopefully, the much appreciated indifference that you had for wearing a bra during the last few weeks is still intact. If not," he paused to nod at Edward, "there's a clasp that needs your finger's attention. ASAP." Raising a brow at Sarah, he cocked his head — that I, with great temptation, wanted to snap off of his neck — to the side. "Did I cover everything?"
"So goddamn thorough, you are. Now, action!"
I looked at Cullen. "No lie. Punch me. Right now."
"CUT!" Edward and I raised an eyebrow at the outburst that came from Matt, who raised an eyebrow at Morris' raised eyebrow. "Are we actually allowing violence up in this mother? I mean, I have a feeling that a lot of our viewers won't enjoy it as much as they should, those fucking pussies. Plus, I didn't take Swan as being the type of broad who was into that type of shit, at least...during any kind of foreplay or sexual activities. Am I hopefully mistaken?"
"Dude. Look at what used to be Cullen's tee. Swan."
Wide and excited eyes that I wanted to gauge. "No way."
"Way. Stop hogging the fucking popcorn. Greedy ass."
One raised eyebrow that I wanted to pull out. "First take?"
"Only take. Pretty goddamn spectacular. Recorded."
Pump of a fist that I wanted to twist. "The whole scene?"
"The whole scene, indeed. Audio of rrrrriiiippp, even."
"E's facial expression during the rip, tell me that it's there."
"With the 'Jesus Christ' that he breathed, it's so there."
David Chappelle wannabe replies..."We're rich, bitch!"
"No doubt. Oh man. Wait until you hear The Growl."
"Growl? What's The Growl? Tell me about The Growl."
"Our Swan. Escape of a caged lion. Shot up the ass."
"Whoa, hold it. Swan doesn't like anything up the ass."
"Figuratively speaking, Matthew. Keep up with me."
"Please tell me that there was blood shed. Even a little."
"Pssshhh. I fucking wish. We're dealing with amateurs."
"I knew that there was a reason as to why I loved you."
"Ditto. Except without the love. Speaking of love..."
"I have to piss!" I shouted, interrupting the broad from continuing.
The broad who was no longer considered one of my bitches.
Edward raised a non the wise brow at my lie. "For real, this time?"
"CUUUT!" Matt screamed, "HOLY UNSANITARY CUT!"
"You know, I'm about to take that power away from you, Matt."
"Morris! I wasn't informed that...urinacation...was involved."
"Smith, urinacation isn't even a fucking word," Edward told him.
"Sure, Mr. Urinacator. To you, it isn't a word. It's a fetish. Sicko."
"The bullshit about how you make me hot, Smith? I take it back."
At hearing Morris' statement that was filled with regret, the visual of half-brain's bottom lip quivering in some over the top type of a way had me rolling my eyes at both of their dramatics, knowing that the two lucky bastards were so going to get it in at the end of the night. As I felt one of Edward's hands give my ass a few taps, I unwrapped my thighs from around his hips, simply because my try of forcing sexy time out of the kid was evidently over, what with the cock-blockers cock-blocking. "Are you ready to leave this scene and go home?"
"Am I ever," I whispered, running my hands along his chest...
Taking a hold of my wrists, the kid stopped my palms from running up and down the skin that I wanted to lick into oblivion. "I'm thinking that I should go...smoke a lip," he whispered with his eyes on my mouth as I ran my tongue across it in some imagine these puppies around your instrument type of a way before he coughed to clear his throat. "Cigarette. I meant a cigarette. The 'should' was bullshit. The 'need' to smoke is more accurate. Plus, you uh...have to piss, remember?" I shook my head, so not remembering as my fingers took a strong hold of the waistband that I wanted nothing more than to just TEAR the fuck off. After giving the material a quick tug-aro that in return, slammed his body into my own all rough and proper-like, I raised a brow at the ice that formed over his jaw. "I'm sorry, but..." my arms pushed away, "Fresh air sounds pretty good right about now," he finished, stepping away from my glare in some rapid kind of a way with his hands protecting the package that I never had the chance of opening.
"Nooooooooooooooooooooo."
"I thought that Swan was above whining?"
"Jesus Christ, Matt. Shut up. You're ruining the audio."
"It's called editing, Morris. Fucking duh."
I closed my eyes in hopelessness as the kid wrapped his arms around my shoulders, his hold on me so goddamn tight and...him. "Fucking ignore them, Bae," his lips whispered against the sensitive skin that was underneath my earlobe. "I'll be outside smoking in some fresh air, so meet me by my car when you're done with —"
"Urinacating," Smith interrupted in an obnoxious laugh...
That, honest to God, sizzled my nerves. "Fucking quit!"
"I wish I could quit you," he replied as if I asked for a reply.
"Smith, Jesus Christ, shut up," Cullen laughed as he grabbed a hold of my arms and stopped me from turning around with the goal of attacking Matt and Sarah, who both — in response to seeing how much Edward started struggling with keeping me in his grip as I continued to thrash around — jumped off of the counter that they were sitting on top of.
Well.
Matt jumped off of the counter that they were sitting on top of...
After — like a pussy — pushing Morris off of the counter first.
After Sarah picked herself up from the floor, the broad punched the back of Matt's head with the hand that wasn't still holding her cell phone up in the air, the red light that continued to blink causing my irritation to increase to something that made pulling my arms out of Cullen's grip a whole lot easier than I thought. As soon as I started making a run for them after getting myself released, Smith yelped, placing himself behind Morris for protection, and just as I was right the fuck there, I was suddenly...not.
How Edward got me over his shoulder, I don't know.
After walking into one of the stalls, the kid turned around and slammed the door shut on an outstretched hand that belonged to a Sarah Morris, destroying the porno that the two cock-blockers were planning on selling or using for bribery in return as I heard the broad's cell phone crack in half after the hit that it took from the hard surface. "Seriously, Cullen?" she growled as he lowered my feet down to the floor after making sure to lock us inside, "That was IPhone number four that you decided to fucking kill, you bastard! I'm telling your mother about this one, just you wait and see!"
I couldn't help the grin that appeared over my mouth when I noticed the fear that was hiding behind the kid's eyes as he rolled them at Morris' threat, trying to act as if he wasn't scared of what can become of Esme Cullen when she hears that her son has been behaving improperly. Running his palms up and down my sides to cool me off a bit, he raised a brow. "You good, Bae?" Giving him a small nod after a second or two, I wrapped my arms around his torso so that I could just be...closer to him. "I'll get them out of your way," he whispered, giving me what I wanted as he wrapped his own arms around my shoulders, "With that said, just relax, yeah?" I tightened my hold on him, silently letting him know that I was already starting to simmer the hell down. "I'll be waiting for you outside while you piss. Come and find me afterwards, and we'll go home, yeah?"
"Sounds good to me," I hummed. "And, I promise to behave."
Taking a hold of my face, he grinned. "I love you, you freak."
Wrapping my fingers around his wrists, I looked into his eyes.
Two Nights Earlier
Hearing the doorbell ring, I screamed a "Hallelujah!" that was filled with nothing but goddamn relief as the bottom of my fire-containing feet stopped the pacing that they have been doing for the last hour, giving the carpet that they were practically burning holes over a much needed break. After reaching the front door — that, mind you, seemed like a tall glass of water in the desert — I swung it open with a thirst that was unquenchable. "Where the fuck have you hookers been?" I asked in a shout as I threw my hands up in the air, more than aggravated with their tardiness even though they weren't in any way tardy. "I am going through...hell! Hell, I tell you! The devil? Mm! We're tight! Did you know that? Yep. He's my homie! Homie! This...whatever it is...is big! Big isn't even the right word for what I'm experiencing right now. This is larger than life, Backstreet Boys style. No, you know what? Screw the Backstreet Boys and how hot Brian Littrell used to be, because their involvement in this catastrophe doesn't compare. In fact, it's shit. Speaking of shit...I don't in any way, shape, or form...appreciate it on my pancakes. Just a FYI, because who in their sane mind would be like 'Oh, look, something that came out of my ass...let's eat,' right?"
...
"You!" I growled as I pointed at Rose, whose eyes kind of widened a bit when I pulled her into the living room, all the while ignoring Pixie and Morris, who were both standing behind her with scrunched together — confuzzled — brows. "Remember the time when Leo threw up all over my favorite hoodie that I — keep in mind — never...EVER...fucking washed before, because it was that goddamn special to me and I didn't want a single thread getting harmed...you know, just incase the washer or dryer decided that it was hungry or something, which is very fucking possible by the way!" The broad gave me an uncertain — holy shit this bitch has finally lost it — type of a nod as the two other ones came inside, keeping their attention on the mama bear and I while they shut and locked the front door behind them. "Well I pretended like I didn't care, but Christ on my life being over! You don't even know how much I cried when I came home after that nightmare, because I mean...that was my all time...no fucking around fabric! And the little man just puked on it! PUKED on it! And, yeah, fine...I get that you female people appreciate just about anything that baby bodies contain, cause it's all cute, and gurgle-ally, and awe look...there's poop on his nose, let's lick it off...but that hoodie of mine — that, thanks to me wearing it all the time, had the perfect 'worn out-ness' — hasn't been the same ever since your love child's...explosion of gastric juices! Like, do you even know! Do you!"
"Is that a question, or are you just screaming at me?"
"And you! The sister of the green eyed magician whose got a dick that's been avoiding my ever needy existence!" I continued, ignoring Rose's nonchalance as I stomped over towards Pixie with narrowed eyes, who in return held her hands up in the air while she took a step to the side so that she could be a bit closer to the grinning Morris. "I'm sure that you and Clyde remember that night that I got intoxicated beyond...survival! The same night when that douche-bag asked me for my name and never got it, simply because I couldn't for the life of me remember what it was!"
"Oh my God!" the tornado of hell laughed, "I so remember!"
Rose frowned as she placed her hands over her hips. "No fair. I must've been with the kid who ruined one of her ten million hoodies. Tell me what happened, Pixie Bitch. I want details."
"Well, this was when Bella Boo and the green eyed magician supposedly broke up," Pixie started with a roll of her eyes, causing me to growl in hello, this is me time as I placed my arms across my chest. "One night, Bella decided that she wanted to go out and 'celebrate' — or mourn, in my opinion — the 'freedom' that my brother 'bestowed' upon her more than restricted 'world of Cullen-ism enslavement,' which by the way, were her exact words, not mine. Anyway, at the beginning of the night, this random idiot came behind her while the three of us were dancing, and as soon as the broad felt someone poking his fun-stick all up on her sober as a baby Jesus being, she turned around and told him that 'he was the reason as to why animals ate their young.' At the end of the night — the point of no return, is what Jazz and I called it — Bella Boo claimed that the douche-bag was quote on quote 'sexyasallhell.' The same chick who has been throwing whiskey back like it was water even wanted to bring him back to her apartment, saying that his smirk was better than Edward's."
I gasped. "Blasphemy!"
"It was your declaration, hookah...not mine," Pixie told me with a shrug before returning her attention back to Rose. "Anyway, Jazz and I agreed that it was cool since, you know, B is her own person who has every right to fuck whoever she so pleases to fuck...well, I agreed that it was cool, the cowboy just agreed to agree with anything that I agreed to, but only if we spent the night at her apartment, too...with the idea of keeping his brown eyes safe from the idiot's 'I bet it's bigger than Cullen's' dick." Looking at me, she raised a nervous brow. "I'm uh, actually kind of surprised that you remember that night, Bella Boo."
"It's not the night that I remember so vividly, you charitable twat!" I growled, "It was the morning after that I will never forget about! The morning after, when what you did felt a whole lot worse than my gyno telling me that my vagina's paralyzed! With no feeling! None! No, more 'oh, right there,' or 'mm, do it again,' or 'more, give me more!' Imagine my goddamn bewilderment when I woke up and found out that half of my chucks were replaced with those God forsaken death traps that you females consider a man's wet dream, because someone decided that they wanted to take what belonged to me and give them to Purple Heart! Purple heart, at that! I mean, what heart is purple, anyway? Consider me crazy, but if I heard that foundation's name, I would automatically assume black market!" Pixie rolled her eyes as she placed her arms across her chest. "And! And! I tried to act selfless, what with me being like 'Oh, how fucking generous of you, angel of Earth,' when in reality, I wanted nothing more than to take those heels and shove them into your eye-sockets. No, not even shove. I wanted to stab your eyes. Mmhm. Stabbing would be involved. Stabbing sounds so, somuch better. It's fucking turning me on right now, thinking about stabbing. I might even be in the middle of having a mental orgasm, as a matter of fact. Hold on. Yep. Just now. I came. That little noble act of yours is smaller...much smaller...than what I'm feeling right now. Whatever I have been going through for the last two days...is thirteen million billion trillion times worse!"
"So, I have a bunch of benzos in my purse..."
"Oh, you and your goddamn benzos! Shove them up your ass!"
"Trust me, if I could, I would. They're not rectal recommended, though."
"I'll never for the life of me understand or want to understand your fascination with anything that involves anal, you sick horse's ass!" I shouted before I added, "And don't fucking school me on it, either! I feel nauseous as it is!" Sarah raised an amused eyebrow at me when I turned my attention on her. "And you! You goddamn traitor with your traitorous acts of daring me to do jumping jacks in front of those undercover dumb-asses of ours! You knew that I was wearing a thong that night, and more than that, you knew that I wouldn't turn down your dare in front of the guys! So, what did I do? Nine jumping jacks! Fucking nine! More than one! More than two, three, four, five, six, seven, and eight even! Because of you, I had to do them! Because of you, I ended up with the wedgie of all wedgies! My ass-crack took a major slap of elasticity, literally speaking, because of you! And you know what? That...felt like sunshine compared to what I'm feeling right now! SUNSHINE!"
"Can I get a fucking benzo, Brandon?"
"Holy shit," Rose whispered in awe...
Finally. "I know, right!"
"Since when?"
"I don't fucking know!" I yelled, my hands up in the air.
She rolled her eyes. "There's no need to spaz, Bella."
"I'm not spazzing!"
"You are."
"Am not!"
"Honey B..."
"Alright, Fuck, I am! But, come on! I can't help the shit!"
"So, can someone clue me in?" Pixie asked, not getting it.
"I'm in...you know what...with Edward fucking Cullen when I shouldn't be in...throw up in my mouth...with Edward fucking Cullen, but I am in...bile, bile in my throat...with Edward fucking Cullen, so I can't deny that I'm in...death is better than this...with Edward fucking Cullen, because deep within my bones, I know that I'm in...you know what...with Edward fucking Cullen!"
"No, seriously. Are we supposed to get that?" Morris asked.
"Jesus Christ on your brain's disconnection!" I growled, "Pay attention, shit! It's like, O.M.G... how sweet of you to get me these goddamn flowers that I want nothing more than to starve by not putting them in water." The magician's sister raised an eyebrow at me, not understanding my clear clarification. "It's like, awe...your breath smells like death in the morning, but I still want to marinate in it even if I might faint from doing so." Sarah rubbed her chin. "Come on, dude! It's like, well would you look at that, I have a little bit of juice left, do you want to share?"
"Since when do you share anything?" Pix asked.
"Exactly!" I screamed, punching Morris' shoulder.
Listen, don't look at me like that, people.
The broad was well within my parameter.
"Can I take a guess, without getting hit?"
"Please!"
"You're in love with my brother."
"DING DING DING!"
Pixie rolled her eyes. "It's about time. Christ."
"Time!" I shouted in disbelief, "Time is what I need!"
"No. You need to be fucking medicated, is what you need."
At the disapproval that I was so blatantly receiving from all three of them, I rolled my eyes as I walked over to the couch. "I mean, what the hell should I do with this new feeling?" I asked, jumping up onto the cushions, my system more than hype as I turned around to look down at the bitches who hopefully had the answer to my dilemma. "I mean, should I fucking leave town, or something? Because if so, I have no problem with packing up Lilly and Leo and being out. You broads know how I have kidnapper tendencies, but shit...so does Cullen. Would me disappearing make the kid a better...hunter...hunter?" I slapped my forehead. "Jesus Christ. I have officially lost it."
"First of all, you're not taking my kid. I'm kind of attached to the bugger."
"Second of all, I have a whole lot more work to do with Piggy. No go."
"And third of all, I am so letting Cullen know that you called him a hunter."
"Honestly, can you bitches tell me what the point of your existences are?"
"Honey B," Rose laughed as I started pulling on my hair, "Slow your roll."
I narrowed my eyes at her. "You've been hanging out with Pop too much."
She shrugged before she karate chopped the back of my knees, making me fall on my ass after doing a little happy dance as I tried to keep myself standing. Taking a seat next to me, the broad ignored my narrowed eyes as she grabbed a hold of my hands. "Have you told Edward that you love him?" she asked, causing me to throw my head back in laughter. "I'm serious, Bella. Does the kid know how you feel about him?"
"Are you...insane?" I yelled, snatching my hands back. "Fuck out of here!"
"Bella Boo, it's not a big deal. You love him. So the hell what. Get over it."
"You are insane," I told Pixie, who was standing in front of me. "Clearly."
"Chill out, Swan. The kid loves you, too...even if you're a basket of crazy."
"Crazy is as crazy does," I told Morris before shrugging at her raised brow. "I dunno."
"Please!"
"You're in love with my brother."
"DING DING DING!"
Pixie rolled her eyes. "It's about time. Christ."
"Time!" I shouted in disbelief, "Time is what I need!"
"No. You need to be fucking medicated, is what you need."
At the disapproval that I was so blatantly receiving from all three of them, I rolled my eyes as I walked over to the couch. "I mean, what the hell should I do with this new feeling?" I asked, jumping up onto the cushions, my system more than hype as I turned around to look down at the bitches who hopefully had the answer to my dilemma. "I mean, should I fucking leave town, or something? Because if so, I have no problem with packing up Lilly and Leo and being out. You broads know how I have kidnapper tendencies, but shit...so does Cullen. Would me disappearing make the kid a better...hunter...hunter?" I slapped my forehead. "Jesus Christ. I have officially lost it."
"First of all, you're not taking my kid. I'm kind of attached to the bugger."
"Second of all, I have a whole lot more work to do with Piggy. No go."
"And third of all, I am so letting Cullen know that you called him a hunter."
"Honestly, can you bitches tell me what the point of your existences are?"
"Honey B," Rose laughed as I started pulling on my hair, "Slow your roll."
I narrowed my eyes at her. "You've been hanging out with Pop too much."
She shrugged before she karate chopped the back of my knees, making me fall on my ass after doing a little happy dance as I tried to keep myself standing. Taking a seat next to me, the broad ignored my narrowed eyes as she grabbed a hold of my hands. "Have you told Edward that you love him?" she asked, causing me to throw my head back in laughter. "I'm serious, Bella. Does the kid know how you feel about him?"
"Are you...insane?" I yelled, snatching my hands back. "Fuck out of here!"
"Bella Boo, it's not a big deal. You love him. So the hell what. Get over it."
"You are insane," I told Pixie, who was standing in front of me. "Clearly."
"Chill out, Swan. The kid loves you, too...even if you're a basket of crazy."
"Crazy is as crazy does," I told Morris before shrugging at her raised brow. "I dunno."
Present time (Night After):
As I heard Morris cough a "Bullshit," behind the closed door that Edward was leaning against, I tightened the grip that my fingers had around his wrists with the intention of busting us out of here and using his fists to knock her out, but not two seconds after the broad's — what I considered — last word, the kid leaned down a bit and pressed his lips against mine, therefore distracting me from the irritation that I held for those two teammates of ours as he transferred the grin that he had over his mouth onto my own.
Humming a short melody in response to receiving the growl of frustration that my mouth gave his, my hands went to his jaw after a few seconds of him dodging the deepness that I was trying to start, the way that he would lean back whenever I would lean forward getting on my goddamn nerves, my — seeking — lips arguing for more when his own — feather light ones — were giving mine less. "You fucking suck, man," I groaned after the kid ended our fight with a quick peck, gently pushing me away from his space that I wanted to invade my space with. "Honest to God, you suck. Big time."
Adjusting himself with one hand, the prick smirked as he started running the fingers of his other hand through his chaotic hair, wasting his time as he — uselessly — tried to fix the madness that it was, what with it sticking up in every possible direction. "Alright, so I'm gonna go and let you do your..." wave of the hands with a grimace, "Womanly business, or whatever. I'll be waiting for you outside."
"And not inside," I grumbled in reply, "Yep. I got it. Born again virgin."
"You fucking kill me," he whispered as grabbed a hold of the front of my hoodie and pulled me back to him, his lips keeping me from destroying him for handling my fabric like that as he gave me a quick kiss that ended too goddamn soon before shoving me away from him again, "I'll get them two out of here, yeah?"
Placing my arms across my chest, I took a seat on the toilet. "Whatever."
"Whateva, guuuuurrrrl," the kid incorrectly mocked in a voice that was way too high for any twenty five year old male to make, flinging his wrist — that I wanted nothing more than to paper cut off — at me before using it to flip his hair — that I wanted nothing more than to set on fire — over his shoulder. "Like, totally!"
Edward Cullen must have been a track star, in his younger days.
Cause I didn't even get a chance to stand before he was out of there.
Like lightening, his speed. All that I saw was the whiz. No lie.
As soon as I stepped out of the bathroom, I was pushed up against the wall by someone's hand over the front of my neck, the person's goddamn grip causing me to hiss from the unexpectedness of the act as my fingers automatically wrapped themselves around his or her's wrists. "Well, if it isn't Ms. Bella Swan," the voice that made my blood boil laughed, causing my eyes to snap open as soon as I heard its unwelcome familiarity. "I believe that I deserve a prize for finding the chick who has been MIA for such a long time, don't you think?"
My fingernails dug into his skin as I glared at him. "James."
Placing his body in front of mine and therefore blocking the view of him holding me against my will from the very few people who were passing by us, he raised an eyebrow at my ticked-off state of being. "You know what I find so goddamn funny, B?" he asked as if I was interested in anything that he had to say, "How you and Cullen have been ignoring my fucking phone calls for the past month. Not only do I find that avoidance of yours highly amusing," he gritted as his grip tightened a bit, causing my breathing to stutter in return, "I find it more than suspicious, also."
"You're hurting me, James."
"I'm hurting you?" he laughed as he pulled me forward, and when my back slammed into the wall a second later, I ground my teeth together, trying to hide the choking sound that wanted to escape my throat as his fingers dug into the skin of my neck, cutting off even more of my oxygen supply. "This is nothing compared to how I can hurt you, Bella. Don't fucking tempt me into showing you what pain I can bring you, or what pain I am capable of demonstrating."
Even when black dots appeared behind my vision, I kept my eyes on his own, not in any way phased as my breathing started to become more and more difficult to uphold while seconds seemed to fly past us, their ticking loud in my ears as I stopped myself from counting them, remembering what Edward told me to do in order to calm myself down from freaking out if this were to — by any chance — happen. "I don't appreciate being ignored," the asshole continued as I internally cursed the bruises that are — for sure — going to appear when this is done and over with, "In fact, I'm not known for tolerating it. If you want me to show you what I have done to the people who went against me, Bella, I have no goddamn problem in doing so."
I remained silent, simply because talking was...impossible.
You kind of need air to do that shit, you know?
The necessity wasn't available, thanks to the chock hold.
"What do you want, James?" I asked, already fed up.
"A lot of things," he answered. "But, first. Where's Edward?"
I shrugged, keeping my eyes on his. "I wouldn't know."
"Well for his sake," he started as he gave my forehead a kiss, "I expect the both of you at Andy's place later on tonight." I raised an eyebrow at his 'later on tonight' as he leaned back and he smiled in return, patting my cheek in pride as if I did something spectacular. "Two hours, I'll give you to find the kid. Keep in mind that if that time isn't met, I'll have no choice but to finally introduce myself to that little girl who you have taken under your wings. I'd rather that not happen, since making a trip over to your apartment will fuck with the small amount of gas that I have in my car. You know how tough the economy can be these days, right?"
I held my comeback of kill yourself as I replied. "Uncompromising, this economy."
"Exactly," he whispered before backing away. "I'll see you and Edward in two hours."
"Bambina."
"Pop, hey. I uh, need to talk to you. Are you busy?"
"Not at all."
Inside of the bathroom that I should have been out of fifteen minutes ago, I leaned against the door with a groan as I ran the hand that wasn't holding onto my phone down my face. "Carlisle, please don't start treating me differently, alright? I mean, I know that we haven't talked about that night, and I get that we probably should, or even need to maybe, but...just slow your roll right now, and I mean that in the nicest possible way, so don't go telling your wife that I'm behaving unladylike." Hearing his soft laughter on the other end of the line, I rolled my eyes, knowing that he was probably already on his way on telling Ma exactly what I told him not to tell her. "Excuse my rudeness and language, but I didn't call you so that I could hear some bullshit about how you 'owe me your life,' or how you're 'at my mercy.' Honest to God, you're 'whatever you need, I'll do,' attitude will only piss me off, and anyway...now is not the time for all of that. Speaking of time, I don't have a lot of it, so..."
"Who in their right mind would want to be at your mercy, Bella?"
I grinned at the honestly that I heard in his voice. "Oh?"
He sighed on the other end of the line before he started. "Listen, sweetheart. While I agree with you on how the two of us need to talk about that night, I am not willing to take that step until you are willing to take that step. Just as you don't owe me your life, I don't owe you mine...and, forgive me if you took whatever I just said in that way. Honestly, I could go on and on about what I want to talk to you about, but I'm not going to just bring it up whenever I feel like it and expect you to be okay with listening to what I have or don't have to say. Whenever you're ready to go over what happened, I'll be here. I don't care if that time is tomorrow, or three years from now...either way, Bella, I'm on your pace. You got me?"
And people wonder why I snapped after seeing a fucking pistol pointed at this man, I thought as I shook my head, wondering how anyone can't understand the anger that was flowing through me during that night that was still very much with me. Wanting to ease the tension of what that memory created, I pursed my lips together, thinking about how Carlisle ended what he told me. "I got you, you wannabe gangster."
"It's gangsta, Swan."
I rolled my eyes at his correction. "Anyway, I need your help, gangsta."
"Alright, I'm listening."
After locking the bathroom door and — for once — making sure that it was indeed locked by jiggling the knob a few times in an act that was so like Cullen that it creeped me out a bit, I walked over to the counter with a grimace that was directed at no one but myself. "So," I started as I pulled myself up, taking Morris' and Smith's previous spot, "You know that kinda tall...not so dark...and more than handsome son of yours that you had a part of creating, oh I'd say, twenty five years ago?"
"Oh, you mean Edward?" he asked.
Acting as if he had more than one son out there.
"Biiingooo," I sang, "That's the one."
"So, is it my son who needs my help, or is it you?"
"Well, it's me who needs your help with your son."
He groaned. "What the hell did the idiot do now?"
"Nothing yet, but..." I grimaced. "Well, you know..."
"You're giving me nothing, Bella," he told my pause.
"Alright, so you know about your son's temper..."
"Christ, spit it out. Is he locked up, or something?"
I laughed as if what he just said was funny as all hell.
Locking him up for the night would be a good idea.
But, an idea that wasn't going to happen, so...fuck it.
Lifting my legs, I let my chucks rest in the lady's restroom's sink as I placed my elbows on top of my bent knees, trying to get comfortable so that I could start this uncomfortable conversation. "Alright, so I'll give you the long story short. James somehow found out that I was at Darrell's bar tonight. The asshole came by and gave me a speech about how he didn't appreciate me ignoring his phone calls for the past few weeks, which is totally my bad. He just...wasn't on my goddamn mind, so I paid him no mind...and you know how I am with cell phones, I just hate talking on them when I don't absolutely need to. Basically, my avoidance pissed him off, and he had no problem with showing me how pissed off he was...which is not something that I am going to get into right now, because Edward and I have less than two hours to meet him over at his cousin's house. Edward, who doesn't know about James' appearance, since he was and still is outside, preparing himself for lung cancer as we speak. Now, knowing that James is angry with me, I don't feel so great about your temperamental son joining me, even though...I have no choice in the matter, because the asshole threatened me with Lilly...which is another subject that I am not going to get into right now. I need you to talk to Edward, to try to calm him down beforehand in some way, or something. I know that your son will flip a shit if he sees James treating me with any kind of disrespect, which is bound to happen. The kid will probably kill James, or get killed by James. The same kid who I don't want to kill James, or be killed by James. The same kid who I—"
"I think that I got it," he interrupted. "Please, stop."
"So, with all of that said, I need your help, Carlisle."
"I can be at your apartment in fifteen minutes, yeah?"
I smiled in relief. "That sounds fucking spectacular."
"Well, you're talking to a fucking spectacular man."
"Alright, old head," I whispered with a roll of my eyes as I jumped off of the counter, grinning at the huff that I heard on the other end of the line as my feet met the floor. "Your temperamental son and his cool, calm, and collected girlfriend will meet you at my apartment in fifteen minutes. Come prepared with your 'smoke weed everyday' wisdom."
"That's my wife, who by the way...enjoys this old head's —"
And, the conversation was obviously over after I hung up on him.
Because who would want to hear what that sentence ended with?
'Not I, that's for goddamn certain,' I thought, shoving my cell phone into one of my back jean pockets as I made my way out of the bathroom that Cullen probably thought I got lost in, what with how much time went by since he left me in there to piss away nothing but bullshit.
Looking over my shoulder as I headed towards the front doors of the bar, I waved at Darrell, who in return gave me the middle finger while his other hand threw me an air kiss, to which — of course — I caught with a smile before tucking into my pocket.
What?
The two of us were cute like that.
Don't.
Hate.
As soon as I stepped outside, I placed my hoodie over my head, my nervousness already making itself known as I spotted an irritated looking Edward leaning against the door of his car while he smoked his — God only knows what number it was — cigarette. Noticing my presence when I reached the parking lot, the kid's fingers flicked the cancer stick over his shoulder as he kept his eyes on me while I headed towards him, his scrunched together brows causing my eagerness — of just getting the hell home and seeing Pop — to elevate. "Did you fall into the toilet, or something? I've been out here for like...twenty minutes."
"So, I kind of need to talk to you about...something."
As soon as his eyes left mine and turned into a glare after they lowered their gaze, I cursed my being for completely forgetting about what James' fingers caused a few minutes ago as I backed up a bit to avoid getting slammed into when the kid quickly pushed himself away from the car, his hands already tugging my hoodie off of the top of my head. "What the fuck happened to your neck, Bella?"
I raised a 'play it stupid' eyebrow. "Come again?"
"Your neck," he gritted, taking a hold of it, "What happened to it?"
I raised both of my brows, playing it more stupid. "Come again?"
"You know what..." he didn't ask but stated — in that 'You don't know how fucking irritated I am with you right now' type of a way that had me thinking 'Hmm, maybe I should have played it a bit more smarter' — as he pushed himself past me. Grabbing a hold of his shoulders from behind after quickly catching up to him, I stopped the kid from stomping back into the bar — with, I'm almost positive, the mission of beating up any motherfucker who he thought put his hands on me — as I wrapped my arms around him. "Bae, if I want to get out of your grip, I can. Let the fuck go."
"Can you just...pause, for a second?"
"One."
"Please let me explain. I can explain."
"Then fucking explain," he growled as he quickly turned around, causing my ass to stumble from the unexpectedness as I followed the movement, what with my arms still wrapped around him while my chest remained glued to his back. "See, man...I knew that I shouldn't have left you in there," he started in an angry whisper that was directed at himself, his fingers busy with tugging on his hair as I let go of him, "I had a bad fucking feeling, but I didn't listen to it like I should have. Instead, my attention was on your goddamn need to all of a sudden prove some kind of a point to me, or whatever you're doing with your...Jesus Christ."
"Edward," I interrupted, taking a hold of his hands, "Relax."
"Relax, though?" he asked incredulously as he pulled his hands out of my grip. "Seeing those goddamn marks that are over your neck and knowing that it was caused from some motherfucker thinking that he could grip you up like that, and you want me to relax. Me?"
I wrapped my arms around his torso, my hold tight, hoping that my body could somehow keep his own in place as I laid my forehead against his chest. Feeling how fast the kid's heart was beating underneath my skin, I whispered his name. "I need you to just...listen to me. I understand that you're pissed off, but overreacting right now isn't going to help either of us. I'll tell you what happened, but I want to take you to my apartment first, where we could be away from Darrell's bar. A bar that girlfriend cherishes, and deserves to have in one piece."
"You'll tell me who put their hands on you?"
Meeting his eyes as I leaned back a bit, I nodded. "I'll tell you."
"You promise?" he asked, his palms finding the side of my neck.
Thumbs making me dizzy as they caressed the marks. "Promise."
"Not at all."
Inside of the bathroom that I should have been out of fifteen minutes ago, I leaned against the door with a groan as I ran the hand that wasn't holding onto my phone down my face. "Carlisle, please don't start treating me differently, alright? I mean, I know that we haven't talked about that night, and I get that we probably should, or even need to maybe, but...just slow your roll right now, and I mean that in the nicest possible way, so don't go telling your wife that I'm behaving unladylike." Hearing his soft laughter on the other end of the line, I rolled my eyes, knowing that he was probably already on his way on telling Ma exactly what I told him not to tell her. "Excuse my rudeness and language, but I didn't call you so that I could hear some bullshit about how you 'owe me your life,' or how you're 'at my mercy.' Honest to God, you're 'whatever you need, I'll do,' attitude will only piss me off, and anyway...now is not the time for all of that. Speaking of time, I don't have a lot of it, so..."
"Who in their right mind would want to be at your mercy, Bella?"
I grinned at the honestly that I heard in his voice. "Oh?"
He sighed on the other end of the line before he started. "Listen, sweetheart. While I agree with you on how the two of us need to talk about that night, I am not willing to take that step until you are willing to take that step. Just as you don't owe me your life, I don't owe you mine...and, forgive me if you took whatever I just said in that way. Honestly, I could go on and on about what I want to talk to you about, but I'm not going to just bring it up whenever I feel like it and expect you to be okay with listening to what I have or don't have to say. Whenever you're ready to go over what happened, I'll be here. I don't care if that time is tomorrow, or three years from now...either way, Bella, I'm on your pace. You got me?"
And people wonder why I snapped after seeing a fucking pistol pointed at this man, I thought as I shook my head, wondering how anyone can't understand the anger that was flowing through me during that night that was still very much with me. Wanting to ease the tension of what that memory created, I pursed my lips together, thinking about how Carlisle ended what he told me. "I got you, you wannabe gangster."
"It's gangsta, Swan."
I rolled my eyes at his correction. "Anyway, I need your help, gangsta."
"Alright, I'm listening."
After locking the bathroom door and — for once — making sure that it was indeed locked by jiggling the knob a few times in an act that was so like Cullen that it creeped me out a bit, I walked over to the counter with a grimace that was directed at no one but myself. "So," I started as I pulled myself up, taking Morris' and Smith's previous spot, "You know that kinda tall...not so dark...and more than handsome son of yours that you had a part of creating, oh I'd say, twenty five years ago?"
"Oh, you mean Edward?" he asked.
Acting as if he had more than one son out there.
"Biiingooo," I sang, "That's the one."
"So, is it my son who needs my help, or is it you?"
"Well, it's me who needs your help with your son."
He groaned. "What the hell did the idiot do now?"
"Nothing yet, but..." I grimaced. "Well, you know..."
"You're giving me nothing, Bella," he told my pause.
"Alright, so you know about your son's temper..."
"Christ, spit it out. Is he locked up, or something?"
I laughed as if what he just said was funny as all hell.
Locking him up for the night would be a good idea.
But, an idea that wasn't going to happen, so...fuck it.
Lifting my legs, I let my chucks rest in the lady's restroom's sink as I placed my elbows on top of my bent knees, trying to get comfortable so that I could start this uncomfortable conversation. "Alright, so I'll give you the long story short. James somehow found out that I was at Darrell's bar tonight. The asshole came by and gave me a speech about how he didn't appreciate me ignoring his phone calls for the past few weeks, which is totally my bad. He just...wasn't on my goddamn mind, so I paid him no mind...and you know how I am with cell phones, I just hate talking on them when I don't absolutely need to. Basically, my avoidance pissed him off, and he had no problem with showing me how pissed off he was...which is not something that I am going to get into right now, because Edward and I have less than two hours to meet him over at his cousin's house. Edward, who doesn't know about James' appearance, since he was and still is outside, preparing himself for lung cancer as we speak. Now, knowing that James is angry with me, I don't feel so great about your temperamental son joining me, even though...I have no choice in the matter, because the asshole threatened me with Lilly...which is another subject that I am not going to get into right now. I need you to talk to Edward, to try to calm him down beforehand in some way, or something. I know that your son will flip a shit if he sees James treating me with any kind of disrespect, which is bound to happen. The kid will probably kill James, or get killed by James. The same kid who I don't want to kill James, or be killed by James. The same kid who I—"
"I think that I got it," he interrupted. "Please, stop."
"So, with all of that said, I need your help, Carlisle."
"I can be at your apartment in fifteen minutes, yeah?"
I smiled in relief. "That sounds fucking spectacular."
"Well, you're talking to a fucking spectacular man."
"Alright, old head," I whispered with a roll of my eyes as I jumped off of the counter, grinning at the huff that I heard on the other end of the line as my feet met the floor. "Your temperamental son and his cool, calm, and collected girlfriend will meet you at my apartment in fifteen minutes. Come prepared with your 'smoke weed everyday' wisdom."
"That's my wife, who by the way...enjoys this old head's —"
And, the conversation was obviously over after I hung up on him.
Because who would want to hear what that sentence ended with?
'Not I, that's for goddamn certain,' I thought, shoving my cell phone into one of my back jean pockets as I made my way out of the bathroom that Cullen probably thought I got lost in, what with how much time went by since he left me in there to piss away nothing but bullshit.
Looking over my shoulder as I headed towards the front doors of the bar, I waved at Darrell, who in return gave me the middle finger while his other hand threw me an air kiss, to which — of course — I caught with a smile before tucking into my pocket.
What?
The two of us were cute like that.
Don't.
Hate.
As soon as I stepped outside, I placed my hoodie over my head, my nervousness already making itself known as I spotted an irritated looking Edward leaning against the door of his car while he smoked his — God only knows what number it was — cigarette. Noticing my presence when I reached the parking lot, the kid's fingers flicked the cancer stick over his shoulder as he kept his eyes on me while I headed towards him, his scrunched together brows causing my eagerness — of just getting the hell home and seeing Pop — to elevate. "Did you fall into the toilet, or something? I've been out here for like...twenty minutes."
"So, I kind of need to talk to you about...something."
As soon as his eyes left mine and turned into a glare after they lowered their gaze, I cursed my being for completely forgetting about what James' fingers caused a few minutes ago as I backed up a bit to avoid getting slammed into when the kid quickly pushed himself away from the car, his hands already tugging my hoodie off of the top of my head. "What the fuck happened to your neck, Bella?"
I raised a 'play it stupid' eyebrow. "Come again?"
"Your neck," he gritted, taking a hold of it, "What happened to it?"
I raised both of my brows, playing it more stupid. "Come again?"
"You know what..." he didn't ask but stated — in that 'You don't know how fucking irritated I am with you right now' type of a way that had me thinking 'Hmm, maybe I should have played it a bit more smarter' — as he pushed himself past me. Grabbing a hold of his shoulders from behind after quickly catching up to him, I stopped the kid from stomping back into the bar — with, I'm almost positive, the mission of beating up any motherfucker who he thought put his hands on me — as I wrapped my arms around him. "Bae, if I want to get out of your grip, I can. Let the fuck go."
"Can you just...pause, for a second?"
"One."
"Please let me explain. I can explain."
"Then fucking explain," he growled as he quickly turned around, causing my ass to stumble from the unexpectedness as I followed the movement, what with my arms still wrapped around him while my chest remained glued to his back. "See, man...I knew that I shouldn't have left you in there," he started in an angry whisper that was directed at himself, his fingers busy with tugging on his hair as I let go of him, "I had a bad fucking feeling, but I didn't listen to it like I should have. Instead, my attention was on your goddamn need to all of a sudden prove some kind of a point to me, or whatever you're doing with your...Jesus Christ."
"Edward," I interrupted, taking a hold of his hands, "Relax."
"Relax, though?" he asked incredulously as he pulled his hands out of my grip. "Seeing those goddamn marks that are over your neck and knowing that it was caused from some motherfucker thinking that he could grip you up like that, and you want me to relax. Me?"
I wrapped my arms around his torso, my hold tight, hoping that my body could somehow keep his own in place as I laid my forehead against his chest. Feeling how fast the kid's heart was beating underneath my skin, I whispered his name. "I need you to just...listen to me. I understand that you're pissed off, but overreacting right now isn't going to help either of us. I'll tell you what happened, but I want to take you to my apartment first, where we could be away from Darrell's bar. A bar that girlfriend cherishes, and deserves to have in one piece."
"You'll tell me who put their hands on you?"
Meeting his eyes as I leaned back a bit, I nodded. "I'll tell you."
"You promise?" he asked, his palms finding the side of my neck.
Thumbs making me dizzy as they caressed the marks. "Promise."
WOW I can't believe You left it there!!! Hope You update soon, awesome chapter.
ReplyDeletePS: Best nickname of all time: cutie wootie of a batooty!
whoa man that was epic and i cant wait for the next chap hahaha :]
ReplyDeleteseriously? like serioso seriously bitch? So no declaration of love, no sexy time, and then a fucking cliffie. I think someones been spending a little too much time in Ma's reefer afflicted Great chapter though, the best in a long time i think.
ReplyDeleteP.S. Best Bella/Edward characters and interactions
Someone give her some Xanax, maybe Thorozine. Great chapter.
ReplyDeleteIs it rude of me to say that I want to kick everyone's asses for cockblocking BxE? I'm sexually frustrated for Bella,lol. She needs some loving and I kinda wish she'd punch Morris,Rose, Alice, etc. just to release a little tension. XD I can't wait until bella says those three little words, Edward's expression is going to be perfect, and James is back! dun, dun, dun! Lol,
ReplyDeleteupdate soon!
P.S: I love Bella's mood swings, that's literally just like me on a good day.
I love the Born Again Hookah!
ReplyDeleteHow can you let it end like that?!?
ReplyDeletebut Morris and Matt were hilarious, like LOL, literally. so I guess that makes it a little better.
-ally
~iseebrokendreams
ReplyDeleteThat was so cute but I kinda feel left out the chapter just ended that was a horrible cliffhanger I feel cheated but all in all it was a good chapter(:
Nicely done, though I have no appreciation for the semi-cliffhanger :). Oh, actually if you had resolved it we'd probably have had to wait even longer for the update, so yeah.. much appreciation
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Good chapter, but really? A cliffhanger? Really?? You suck...
ReplyDeleteKeep it up because i want more of Piggy's swag(:
-DimkasGirl
Good to see b's finally acknowledging fuzzy feelings :L. Gotta ask.. does Bella have ADD? Lol.
ReplyDeleteLoved it though, despite leaving us hanging :L. Hope you can update soon.
-Rachel
I just don't understand why nobody find it weird, and mostly Bella, the relationship between Edward and Sarah. It seems kind of ambiguous when I read it?
ReplyDeleteOh my God, I love your two stories
ReplyDeleteAnd I love your style of writing. You're an absolute genius, if I do so say myself.
loved the chapter! Update sooon.<3
Wow I have really missed this story. I signed up on your blog but I haven't gotten any notice I just happened to check to see if there was an update and there is two. Ok for this chapter, wow Edward is sure teasing Bella with this no sex. lol. But really I dont get it. I mean they both know they love each other, so why no sex? Oh and James, I feel sorry for him. I think Edward is going to mess his shit up big time.
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