I groaned into my pillow that the kid's face was currently trying to hijack before I turned my own away from his morning breath at the same time that I unsuccessfully pushed his arm off of my waist. "Dude. You're deafening my eardrums with your obnoxious snoring, and singeing the hair out of my nostrils. Turn the other way, or something."
Edward mumbled something that was completely unintelligible as he moved his head away from my space, allowing it to rest over his own pillow as the arm that was wrapped around me tightened. When that stupid thumb of his that I wanted to break made its way into the back of my sweatpants, where it tucked itself inside of my waistband all home-y like, I growled, the feeling of the rest of his digits spread over my ass maddening.
What did I tell you about Edward's cuddling?
Mmmhm. A problem that can't be dealt with.
Rolling over with a shiver so that I could maybe gain more warmth by laying on my stomach instead of on my side, I took a hold of the thin sheet that I was previously sleeping on top of before I threw it over my body with a grunt, mentally cursing the cooling by the second temperature that existed within Edward Cullen's goddamn bedroom that disguised itself as Antarctica. "I swear to God," I started in a grumble, "If it gets any colder in this motherfucker, I am going to suffer from some kind of an intestinal disorder that I will not think twice about suing you for."
Clearing his throat of sleep, the kid grabbed a hold of the thick blanket that he stole from me at some point during the night and placed it over my body, kicking the bottom of it out so that it covered my feet. "Well if you would stop giving me your shit," he mumbled, acting as if the material wasn't taken from me, "Then you wouldn't have to worry about the diarrhea that my bedroom is accused of producing."
I hummed, turning my head to the other side so that I could meet his eyes. Giving his tightly pressed together lips a small smile, I placed one of my hands underneath my pillow before the other one went to the chaos that he considered hair as he rolled onto his own stomach to mimic my position. "How do you even control this thing?"
He rolled his eyes at me before he pushed himself up a bit, letting one of his elbows support his upper body as he leaned over to the side to grab a hold of his cell that was sitting on top of his bedside table. Telling me to fuck off as he shook his hair away from my fingers, he flipped his phone open and groaned before he returned his attention back to me once again. "I gotta go."
"Are you going to the police station?" Ignoring me, he climbed out of bed and stretched, peaking my interest to a whole other level as I started fantasizing about the muscles that he was unconsciously flexing. Shaking my head when he let his arms drop to his sides, I sat up a bit. "Edward, are you?"
He nodded, finally giving me the answer that I have been waiting on pins and needles for as he headed towards the bathroom. Jumping out of bed when I heard the water running from the shower that the kid just started, I placed my hoodie over my head as I walked up to the closed door and leaned against it with an eyebrow raised. "Are you decent?"
"Yeah," I heard him mumble on the other side, "I didn't get in yet."
Seeing that he was just brushing his teeth after I opened the door, I walked into the small room and closed it behind me before I started heading over towards the counter that he was standing in front of, my fingers tugging on the bottom hem of my hoodie as he kept his curiously-filled eyes on me, not understanding what was making me so nervous all of a sudden. "So, I was thinking...maybe I can come with you, yeah? I mean, I can be ready in five minutes if you're in some kind of a hurry, or whatever."
Looking down at the sink and therefore away from me, he shook his head as he placed his toothbrush on top of the counter. "It's not necessary," he whispered before leaning over a bit to rinse his mouth out, "I think that I can handle going there by myself."
"Please?" I groaned, "I just want to see Emmett, for Christ's sake."
"It's not happening, Bae. Leave it alone, will you?"
"No, Edward. I'm not going to just leave it alone," I hissed, mocking the nonchalance that he had about the goddamn subject matter. "You're acting as if the kid means nothing to me, man. He's my fucking brother, I have a right to see him."
He quickly grabbed a hold of his toothbrush two seconds before I went to snatch it up from the counter, knowing my intent of wanting to poison his precious bristles with my morning breath as he held it out of my reach, his eyes narrowed. "Do you know how disgusting that shit is, Bae?"
"Let me come with you."
Shaking his head, he handed me a new toothbrush after unwrapping it from its case. "No," he replied, shoving his own 'plaque attacker' into the holder that it, according to his OCD ass, belonged in. "Just give it a couple of days. There's a lot of shit that going on right now, and you need to stay out of it."
Not understanding how my presence could worsen anything, I raised an eyebrow at the kid, running the brush underneath the water before repeating the act after placing some toothpaste on top of it. "Can we back up for a second, here? Why, exactly, am I not allowed to go? I mean, this whole thing involves me, Edward. Give me a decent reason as to why I am being kept away from all of this?"
Giving me a smirk that I didn't appreciate one bit, he nudged my hip with his own before he moved behind me. "You know why you're in the dark with anything that pertains to this situation, Bae? It's because you're a sneaky motherfucker when you need to be, that's why."
I rolled my eyes as I shoved my brush into my mouth. "Ihm sewious, Ewdwarwd! Thwis wole thwing iws nwot a jwoke!"
The kid snorted something that was contagious as I heard the water being adjusted. "Jesus Christ on you being a hazard to yourself," he laughed over my shoulder as I nearly choked on the chemicals that were cleaning my chompers, "I think that you should just shut up for a goddamn minute so that you can safety finish brushing your teeth, yeah?"
After spitting the paste into the sink with narrowed eyes, I cupped my hands together and placed them underneath the faucet before I brought them up to my chin so that I could rinse my mouth out. Knowing that he despised the shit, I placed my crest-filled toothbrush next to the holder and turned around with a big smile so that I could face Edward.
Edward, who was definitely in the shower already.
Thank God that his 'essentials' were covered up by the steam that was over the glass, or...I bit onto my bottom lip and squinted my eyes a little as I cocked my head to the side to get a better look...maybe not.
Maybe a couple of minutes passed by with me staring.
Maybe, I said.
And, I might have been thinking of how to get in there.
Bullshit. I definitely had a plan laid out, for sure.
I gasped, seeing him rubbing soap that I was jealous of all over his body...
"Bae?" Edward called, interrupting my thoughts, "You still in here?"
"Where?" I asked as my eyes on the glass told the steam to go away.
The traitorous glass moved, so not on my goddamn level as it revealed the kid's face and chest as he peeked out a bit. "Are you...checking me out right now?"
"You piss me off!" I stated as a matter of fact, glaring at his smirk.
"You were trying to see what was behind this glass, weren't you?"
"Yeah right!" I scoffed, totally lying. "In your fucking dreams, Cullen."
His smirk widened to a level that made me wish for its demise. "I mean, all that you had to do was ask me, Swan. I'd have no problem with giving you a little sneak peak."
His smirk widened to a level that made me wish for its demise. "I mean, all that you had to do was ask me, Swan. I'd have no problem with giving you a little sneak peak."
Stomping out of the bathroom, I slammed the door shut on his over-the-top laughter that continued to follow me as I made my way out of his bedroom that I wanted to set on fire. "Prick!"
Here I am at Breaking Dawn, with a half empty whiskey bottle laid out before me. Looking towards my left, I raised an eyebrow at Pixie, who was in her own little world, nodding her head to the music in some dramatic kind of a way.
No. Dramatic is putting it lightly.
I'm pretty sure that her head was going to fly off of her neck at any given second. And, it wasn't as if we were listening to any heavy metal music, man. 'Fever,' by Peggy Lee was the song that was currently playing through the speakers. I couldn't help but snort as the chick started waving her hands around, talking about how she was some kind of an antibiotic.
No joking. Pixie was tanked.
I shook my head at the broad before I returned my attention back to my bottle. Picking it up, I raised an eyebrow at Esme as I took a long swig of the alcohol, wondering what caused that 'I can't believe that you just said that' expression over her face as she scoffed at Rose, who was sitting down next to her. "Goodness no, child!"
"Ma, I'm serious, it works!" Rose shouted in a slur, "Look at the bottom of his earlobe next time and tell me that I'm lying. It gives you the size and the thickness of the shi—oot. It's the fu—riken truth!"
"Honey, I don't need to know that stuff," Esme whispered with a shake of her head, trying to keep her voice down so that the people who were sitting nearby wouldn't hear us, "Believe me when I say, that Carlisle is well endowed."
I grinned. "Do I even want to know what you ladies are talking about?"
Rose leaned in a bit, looking at Pixie but addressing me.
Obviously, Alice wasn't alone in her drunken state.
"Honey B, tell her that it works! How big is Edward?"
The whiskey that I just went to swallow?
Yeah. All over Pixie.
The dust groaned, wiping herself down. "Bella Boo..."
I apologized, keeping my narrowed eyes on Rose. "I wouldn't know."
"Oh don't act as if you two aren't getting it in," she spat with a roll of her eyes, "You and smirk-ward probably have that crazy and passionate sex because of the love hate shi—stuff going on."
I raised a brow at Ma's dreamy ass grin. "What's with the cheese?"
"Oh, Bambina," she whispered, waving one of her hands in the air as the other one picked up the bottle of beer that was sitting in front of her, "I know that my son has sex. Don't insult me, I'm not that stupid." I was about to tell the woman that I wasn't involved in that shit but I gulped instead, noticing that her eyes kind of glazed over a bit. "Plus, it wouldn't take me by surprise to find out that you are the other participate, what with how crazy the two of you kids are for one another. Imagine how good looking my grandki—"
Yep. Nope. Not going...there.
One of my hands went up into the air and stopped her nonsense at the same exact time that my other hand grabbed a hold of Pixie's wrists to interrupt the goddamn clapping that dominated the music that was playing around us. Narrowing my eyes at Cullen's caretaker and at the broad who was sitting next to her, I shook my head. "First of all, Edward and I are not getting it in." Rose nudged Esme's shoulder with a roll of her eyes, nodding towards me when she got her attention as she mouthed a 'Liar.' "Second of all," I continued, "I'm actually pretty disgusted right now, Ma. Your son and I having kids? Throw up in my mouth."
She shrugged before raising a brow at Pix. "What do you think about this, sugar?"
The dust abruptly stopped dancing around in her seat at the mention of sugar and I pursed my lips together in amusement as I lowered my head, finding that the broad's short spanned attention was more than great. "Did you just ask me something, Esme? I uh, wasn't paying you ladies any mind, because this song is the shit!" Ma glared at her choice of words and Pixie rolled her eyes before she corrected herself with a "This melody is simply lovely."
"Pix, honestly, do you even know what this melody is called, or who exactly sings it?" I asked her with a wide grin, trying like all hell to change the subject.
"Uh yeah," she stated like duh, kind of pissed off.
I raised an eyebrow. "Tell me then, what's it called?"
"Hmm," she hummed in some angry type of a way, keeping her narrowed eyes on my amused ones as she addressed Esme, "Ma, what exactly did you want to know? I, more than likely, have the answer for it."
I — internally, of course — growled, remembering that Pixie did in fact know a lot more than she should have as Esme answered the acknowledged twat. "I wanted your opinion of Edward and Bella, what do you think about their little situation?"
Looking up at the ceiling as she leaned back into her chair, the broad who I was this close to dismembering smiled like 'paybacks a bitch, ain't it?' "Well, let's see..." she started, "It's kind of funny that you asked me that, because I have caught the two of them in a compromising position bef—owe!"
Letting go of the pinch grip that my ragged fingernails had over the back of her arm, I forced a smile across my face. "Alice doesn't know what she's talking about right now," I gritted, "The chick has been throwing beer back like she's celebrating Ralph Lauren's birthday."
"Hah! I knew it!" Rose shouted in triumph as she smacked Esme's shoulder, nearly causing the poor lady to fall off of her seat, "Your son and my B Honey are sooooo getting it in! Look out, grandma!"
Christ.
I rolled my eyes at Ma's narrowed ones that were directed at my slut-bag of a friend, standing up. "What I am soooo doing, is getting another bottle," I told all three of them, because as you can clearly see, more alcohol is needed, being with these women.
Oh wait.
Are you wondering why I'm here to begin with, instead of being at the station? Hmm. Well, let me enlighten you, hookahs. I share an apartment with a goddamn manipulator, who thinks that he owns me.
What with that appetizing yet revolting smirk of his that drives me insane, and those appealing yet unappealing lips of his that I want to rip off of his too good yet not too good looking face of his that I want to curse yet worship at the same exact fucking time.
What with that appetizing yet revolting smirk of his that drives me insane, and those appealing yet unappealing lips of his that I want to rip off of his too good yet not too good looking face of his that I want to curse yet worship at the same exact fucking time.
Oh, and the kid's body?
Yeah.
That's a different story.
One Hour Earlier
I looked away from the random and unknown TV show that I was watching when I — at once — sensed Edward's presence as he walked into the living room...shirtless, with a flimsy towel carelessly wrapped around his waist in some 'an ant's touch can drop me,' type of a way that had me praying for a slight gust of wind.
Oh, and did I mention that the kid's chest was still wet?
No?
Well, yes. Yeeeeeeeesssssssssssssssss. It goddamn was.
Well, yes. Yeeeeeeeesssssssssssssssss. It goddamn was.
The fucker who had a secret agenda strolled over to the couch that I was sitting on and tossed me his cell phone. "Ma wants to talk to you about something that she quoted was of 'great importance,' Bae. Give her a call, yeah?"
My complete attention snapped away from his lower abdomen that I — all of a sudden — wanted to lick dry, and when I lifted my gaze up to his face and noticed the smirk that he was trying to hide from me, I narrowed my eyes at him. "What does this something of 'great importance' have to do with me?"
My complete attention snapped away from his lower abdomen that I — all of a sudden — wanted to lick dry, and when I lifted my gaze up to his face and noticed the smirk that he was trying to hide from me, I narrowed my eyes at him. "What does this something of 'great importance' have to do with me?"
"Beats me," he shrugged, turning around, "Just call her."
Flipping his cell open as he walked into the kitchen, I stood up from the couch and hit the green button after I found Esme's number. Placing the phone against my ear, I started heading towards the room that Cullen's body was located inside of, all the while waiting for his caretaker to answer.
"Bambina!"
I snorted at her excitement as I pushed the door open and walked inside. "Hey, Ma!" I mocked her before I grimaced at no one but myself, hearing Cullen's snickering as he faced the counter, "So uh, Edward told me that you wanted to talk to me about something. Is everything alright?"
"Bambina!"
I snorted at her excitement as I pushed the door open and walked inside. "Hey, Ma!" I mocked her before I grimaced at no one but myself, hearing Cullen's snickering as he faced the counter, "So uh, Edward told me that you wanted to talk to me about something. Is everything alright?"
"I'm afraid not, sweetheart," she whispered in some sad type of a way that had me frowning as I walked over to the fridge to get a bottle of water, "I am just so...depressed, all of a sudden, and I wanted to talk to you about a possible...cure, so to speak."
I raised a brow, shutting the fridge door with my hip. "A cure?"
"A cure, that involves a girl's night out," she clarified, to my horror.
I turned around in some quick as shit type of a way and narrowed my eyes at Edward, whose all of a sudden interest-filled attention — just as rapidly — moved to the coffee machine as his fingers started pressing on the buttons that were over it in a random kind of a manner. "A girl's night out?" I croaked, dreading her suggestion already.
I raised a brow, shutting the fridge door with my hip. "A cure?"
"A cure, that involves a girl's night out," she clarified, to my horror.
I turned around in some quick as shit type of a way and narrowed my eyes at Edward, whose all of a sudden interest-filled attention — just as rapidly — moved to the coffee machine as his fingers started pressing on the buttons that were over it in a random kind of a manner. "A girl's night out?" I croaked, dreading her suggestion already.
"Yes, Bella, a girl's night out," she responded to the blatant aversion that she heard within my voice, sounding more than exasperated. "I say that we go to Breaking Dawn and have a couple of alcoholic beverages while we chit chat about the latest and mingle with whoever we deem...worthy of our...presence." I grinned a little bit, not able to help the shit. "Rose and Alice are going to come along, too...so, you know, let's hit it!"
Let's hit it, though?
This woman, I swear.
Shaking my head, I grimaced. "Ma, I mean...I don't know."
"Please, honey?" she begged, causing my grimace to widen, "After everything that has happened, you honestly can't just sit there and deny that break that you are in need of. That all of us are in need of."
"I understand that and all, but...I'm planning on going to the station with Edward today so that I can finally see Emmett, what with how I haven't been able to do so ever since the...incident. I need to make sure that the kid is okay or at least, alive...and with my own eyes."
"Bella, your brother is with Jake and Carlisle. All three of them are alive."
As his caretaker started talking about specific feminine activities that we can possibly pursue on this adventure of ours that is so not going to happen, I walked over to Edward and smacked the back of his head. After giving him the middle finger as he quickly looked over his shoulder with narrowed eyes, I took a seat on one of the chair that were placed around the kitchen table, running my hand down my face. "Esme, listen. With all due respect, can we do this whole chick thing another night? It's just...not a good time for me right now, you know?"
"Oh," she whispered too quickly, "I understand."
Bull.
Shit.
The Cullen's? Yeah. Non-understandable m'effers.
"Bella, your brother is with Jake and Carlisle. All three of them are alive."
As his caretaker started talking about specific feminine activities that we can possibly pursue on this adventure of ours that is so not going to happen, I walked over to Edward and smacked the back of his head. After giving him the middle finger as he quickly looked over his shoulder with narrowed eyes, I took a seat on one of the chair that were placed around the kitchen table, running my hand down my face. "Esme, listen. With all due respect, can we do this whole chick thing another night? It's just...not a good time for me right now, you know?"
"Oh," she whispered too quickly, "I understand."
Bull.
Shit.
The Cullen's? Yeah. Non-understandable m'effers.
I raised a suspicious eyebrow. "You understand?"
"Of course I understand," she whispered in some 'my heart is completely shattered' type of a way that had me pursing my lips together so that I wouldn't start laughing out loud. "Why in the world would three young women of the night want to hang out with an old hag like me? I'm practically senile, Bambina, so please excuse me for even thinking about suggesting that we should take a break. I mean, my bones are nearly breaking as it is, what with how brittle they're becoming. Mingling? I'll be doing enough of that next year, seeing as to how my husband is probably looking around for a nursing home to place me in. Alcohol? Yeah right. Give this geezer a cup of tea, why don't you? Oh God, I'm aging by the second!"
I groaned, placing my arms on top of the table before I laid my forehead over them. "Esme, Jesus Christ, don't be ridiculous. I said nothing about you being an old hag, and women of the night? What does that even mean?"
"It's alright, Bambina. Like I said, I completely underst—"
"Okay," I interrupted in a mumble, "I'll come, no worries."
"Grrrrreat!" she shouted in some Tony the tiger type of a way that had me snorting in holy shit, Esme is one of a goddamn kind, "I'll see you there, bye!"
I stared at the screen as the dial tone rang out. "Unbelievable."
I groaned, placing my arms on top of the table before I laid my forehead over them. "Esme, Jesus Christ, don't be ridiculous. I said nothing about you being an old hag, and women of the night? What does that even mean?"
"It's alright, Bambina. Like I said, I completely underst—"
"Okay," I interrupted in a mumble, "I'll come, no worries."
"Grrrrreat!" she shouted in some Tony the tiger type of a way that had me snorting in holy shit, Esme is one of a goddamn kind, "I'll see you there, bye!"
I stared at the screen as the dial tone rang out. "Unbelievable."
"What's up?"
Looking over at Edward while he leaned against the counter with his arms across his chest, I narrowed my eyes at him as I pushed myself up to my feet, unnecessarily swinging the chair out of my way. "Oh don't you even try to act like you have no idea of what that was about!" He raised a single brow that I wanted to set on fire. "Your mother played the 'I'm too cool to hang out with her' card. And you know what? You made her do it, just so that I won't go to the station with you."
He rolled his eyes at me. "I don't know what you're talking about, Bae."
He rolled his eyes at me. "I don't know what you're talking about, Bae."
"And look at you!" I continued in an angry whisper as I pointed at his body that started to distract my trying-to-fucking-focus ass, "All wet and practically naked. Its like, what's up with that? Prostitute."
The kid choked on the coffee that he was in the middle of drinking, and I nodded like 'Good, you got what you deserved,' as I placed my arms across my chest. "Did you just call me a prostitute?"
"Don't stand there and act all coy, you asshole."
"I'm not trying to act coy," he told me with a smirk, keeping his eyes on mine as he lifted the cup up to his mouth to take another sip of the coffee that I wished that I poisoned earlier, "I'm just, you know, wondering if I need to go and put a shirt on right now, or something."
The kid choked on the coffee that he was in the middle of drinking, and I nodded like 'Good, you got what you deserved,' as I placed my arms across my chest. "Did you just call me a prostitute?"
"Don't stand there and act all coy, you asshole."
"I'm not trying to act coy," he told me with a smirk, keeping his eyes on mine as he lifted the cup up to his mouth to take another sip of the coffee that I wished that I poisoned earlier, "I'm just, you know, wondering if I need to go and put a shirt on right now, or something."
Heeellooo, bice—
I shook my head, growling at the preoccupied state of my goddamn brain. "That actually sounds splendid, Edward!" I shouted in annoyance, "Also, while you're at it, why don't you go and dry the fuck off, seeing as to how you're still wet! I mean, didn't you get out of the shower fifteen minutes ago? How is that even possible? What are you, a glass of condensation?"
He gave me a quick nod, his lips tight. "Come here, Bae."
He gave me a quick nod, his lips tight. "Come here, Bae."
"No," I told him with a shake of my head, "You're just going to dazz—"
Really? I was about to tell the idiot that he dazzles me?
Holy Christ on my need for a serious goddamn evaluation.
"I dazzle you?" he asked, the grin over his mouth too wide.
With a growl of embarrassment, I turned around and started heading towards the door so that I could get the hell out of dodge, only for him to wrap his arms around my waist from behind not two seconds later. "Let go of me," I mumbled as he pulled me away from the wood that served as my escape, my hands over his own keeping me from tripping over our feet that were moving backwards, "I need to go and get ready for the torture that is a girl's night out."
His nose brushed my hair off of my shoulder, and when I felt that irritating smirk of his over the skin that was covering the side of my neck, I rolled my eyes. "So I dazzle you, yeah?" he asked in a whisper that was trying to hide how smug he was about the shit as his back hit the counter.
Prying his hold off of me, I turned around to face him. "You're retarded."
Taking a hold of the edge of the counter, the kid nodded in some distracted kind of a way as his eyes fell down to my mouth, where whatever he found there seemed to capture his undivided attention, instantly. When that tongue of his made a quick appearance, running itself along his lips, I gritted my teeth and just...stared at the slickness that it created afterwards.
There is absolutely no denying of the shit.
Stalker of Edward Cullen's tongue?
Me. If I could've, I would've raised a hand.
Holy Christ on my need for a serious goddamn evaluation.
"I dazzle you?" he asked, the grin over his mouth too wide.
With a growl of embarrassment, I turned around and started heading towards the door so that I could get the hell out of dodge, only for him to wrap his arms around my waist from behind not two seconds later. "Let go of me," I mumbled as he pulled me away from the wood that served as my escape, my hands over his own keeping me from tripping over our feet that were moving backwards, "I need to go and get ready for the torture that is a girl's night out."
His nose brushed my hair off of my shoulder, and when I felt that irritating smirk of his over the skin that was covering the side of my neck, I rolled my eyes. "So I dazzle you, yeah?" he asked in a whisper that was trying to hide how smug he was about the shit as his back hit the counter.
Prying his hold off of me, I turned around to face him. "You're retarded."
Taking a hold of the edge of the counter, the kid nodded in some distracted kind of a way as his eyes fell down to my mouth, where whatever he found there seemed to capture his undivided attention, instantly. When that tongue of his made a quick appearance, running itself along his lips, I gritted my teeth and just...stared at the slickness that it created afterwards.
There is absolutely no denying of the shit.
Stalker of Edward Cullen's tongue?
Me. If I could've, I would've raised a hand.
Class in session? Abso-fucking-lutely.
Lowering my head, I let my eyes drop down to the kid's lower abdomen as the tips of my fingers started running themselves along his sides, their featherlight touch causing a slight twitching of the muscles that were underneath my heavy gaze, and when I heard him hum a bit from above...
I was done.
Looking up at him again when my digits reached the top of the towel that was loosely wrapped around his hips, I grinned at his raised eyebrow that silently told me to 'go the hell ahead and do what you want to do.' Keeping the prick waiting, just for the fuck of it, I ran my knuckles along the slightly damp fabric until I gripped a hold of it as he started to slowly lower his face down to mine, centimeter by goddamn centimeter.
And when the kid's lips were right...there, the kitchen door swung open.
Edward groaned something about 'cock-blocking family members' as he placed his forehead against the side of my neck. After looking over my shoulder and finding Blue Eyes just standing there with a grin across his mouth, I straight up glared at the cowboy until he laughed an "Oh shit," quickly taking a step back before adding an "I wasn't here, as you two kids were" with a wink, letting the door close in front of him.
Returning my attention back to Cullen as he lifted his head, I let my arms drop to my sides at the same time that he placed his hands over my hips. "I uh, kind of guess that I should go and get ready for that, you know...thingie...that I uh, have to sort of go to...right?"
He cleared his throat, taking his eyes away from my mouth. "Right."
He cleared his throat, taking his eyes away from my mouth. "Right."
"So..." I started after ten seconds, "When are you planning on letting go?"
"Right-about-now," he told my raised eyebrow in a quick whisper as his fingers left my hips and went up to his hair in a speed that practically imitated lightening, "I'll uhm, just...stay here, yeah?"
Turning around after giving the kid a small nod, I pursed my lips together as I headed towards the door, adding a bit of a swag in my step. Looking over my shoulder when I reached my destination, I grinned as I caught Edward Cullen's eyes on my backside, his head cocked to the side. "Stop checking out my ass."
His gaze lifted at my voice. "I wasn't."
"Right-about-now," he told my raised eyebrow in a quick whisper as his fingers left my hips and went up to his hair in a speed that practically imitated lightening, "I'll uhm, just...stay here, yeah?"
Turning around after giving the kid a small nod, I pursed my lips together as I headed towards the door, adding a bit of a swag in my step. Looking over my shoulder when I reached my destination, I grinned as I caught Edward Cullen's eyes on my backside, his head cocked to the side. "Stop checking out my ass."
His gaze lifted at my voice. "I wasn't."
"Mmmhmmmmmm," I hummed, pushing the door open with a smirk before leaving his declaration that was filled with nothing but complete bullshit, adding a "Take that, you cocky motherfucker," as I made my way towards my bedroom.
Back At Breaking Dawn
So, that is how it went.
As you can see, he fucking won this one.
As you can see, he fucking won this one.
Taking a seat on one of the stools that were surrounding the counter, I waited for the bartender to finish making a drink for someone else as I strolled through my phonebook, pausing at Emmett's number as I thought about pressing the green button, whose color seemed a bit faded, what with the numerous attention that it received ever since I got here. Knowing that he wouldn't answer my fucking try of getting a hold of him, I growled to myself. "What the hell is the point of having this goddamn device if you're not going to u—"
"Four Miller Lites and one tall glass of our best whiskey, Ralph."
I looked to my right as soon as I heard the recognizable voice. "Pop."
"Four Miller Lites and one tall glass of our best whiskey, Ralph."
I looked to my right as soon as I heard the recognizable voice. "Pop."
After accepting the drinks and thanking the bartender, he gave me a small smile as he slid the glass towards me. "Hey, sweetheart." I quickly looked over my shoulder, ignoring Carlisle's forced happiness as I let my eyes search for the man who has been avoiding my goddamn existence. "Emmett's not here," he whispered, interrupting my 'where is he? Where is he? Where is he?' as he ran one of his hands down my back, "He's perfectly fine, but he's not here."
"Where is he?" I asked.
"Stay put. Let me take these bottles back to the girls, alright?"
I nodded, and as he walked away from me, I pulled the stool that was placed next to me out so that I could save a spot for him, laying my bag on top of it for an extra measure of 'back the fuck up from this area,' making it more than clear that it wasn't open for whoever would think that it was, which was a brilliant idea on my part, seeing as to how some random dude walked over to it with a smile a second later. "Uhm, are you kind of retarded, or what?"
He scrunched his brows together. "So, is that a no on the seat?"
"Oh get the hell lost!" I hissed with narrowed eyes, impatient as a mother.
Taking off, the idiot bumped into Pop as he returned, who raised an eyebrow at the back of his head before dismissing it with a shrug, grabbing onto my bag as he called for Ralph again. After telling the man to place my shit behind the bar, he took a seat. "Carlisle," I gritted as I noticed that he kept avoiding my gaze, "I need something, please."
He nodded after a few seconds as he finally met my eyes, whispering an "I know," before calling for the bartender once again, who raised a brow at Pop that silently screamed 'you're giving me a goddamn headache, boss dude,' as he walked over to the counter to see what was needed. "Let me get you another drink, yeah?"
Giving my full glass of whiskey a quick glance, I placed my arms across my chest as I leaned back a bit, cocking my head to the side as I returned my attention back to Carlisle, wondering if he was hitting the bottle more. "You do know that you just ordered this one for me not even five minutes ago, right? I mean, sure, alcoholism runs in my family but Christ, Pop. I'm not there yet."
"No worries, I'll help you along by getting you something stronger."
I closed my eyes, hearing him ordering two shots of something that I have never heard of before. "It's that bad?"
"None of that cheering bullshit," he mumbled, ignoring my apprehension as he handed me one of the small glasses before throwing the other one back like a goddamn pro who would have made me proud, if the circumstances were different. "Drink up, Bella."
Taking the shot, I cringed at the burn that it produced. "Is Emmett okay?" I asked, trying not to cough up the liquor that tasted like death.
He scrunched his brows together. "So, is that a no on the seat?"
"Oh get the hell lost!" I hissed with narrowed eyes, impatient as a mother.
Taking off, the idiot bumped into Pop as he returned, who raised an eyebrow at the back of his head before dismissing it with a shrug, grabbing onto my bag as he called for Ralph again. After telling the man to place my shit behind the bar, he took a seat. "Carlisle," I gritted as I noticed that he kept avoiding my gaze, "I need something, please."
He nodded after a few seconds as he finally met my eyes, whispering an "I know," before calling for the bartender once again, who raised a brow at Pop that silently screamed 'you're giving me a goddamn headache, boss dude,' as he walked over to the counter to see what was needed. "Let me get you another drink, yeah?"
Giving my full glass of whiskey a quick glance, I placed my arms across my chest as I leaned back a bit, cocking my head to the side as I returned my attention back to Carlisle, wondering if he was hitting the bottle more. "You do know that you just ordered this one for me not even five minutes ago, right? I mean, sure, alcoholism runs in my family but Christ, Pop. I'm not there yet."
"No worries, I'll help you along by getting you something stronger."
I closed my eyes, hearing him ordering two shots of something that I have never heard of before. "It's that bad?"
"None of that cheering bullshit," he mumbled, ignoring my apprehension as he handed me one of the small glasses before throwing the other one back like a goddamn pro who would have made me proud, if the circumstances were different. "Drink up, Bella."
Taking the shot, I cringed at the burn that it produced. "Is Emmett okay?" I asked, trying not to cough up the liquor that tasted like death.
"He's...hanging in there," he answered as he leaned over the counter to grab a bottle of water. After uncapping it, he handed it over to me and nodded at my whispered thanks. "The kid isn't worried about himself, which is...judging from how you act more times than none...'hereditary,' it seems." I rolled my eyes, taking a sip of the drink that would calm the fire that was still in my throat. "I think that he's more upset over what actually happened to you for all of those years."
"Figures," I mumbled to myself, "So, where is he anyway?"
"He's leaving the police station tomorrow morning, but..." I raised an eyebrow at his pause, and he turned around in his seat a bit, causing me to follow the act so that we could face each other, "I don't know how to tell you this without just...saying it." I nodded, urging him to continue as I tried to remain calm. "Sweetheart, I know how to feel about this, how you think that it's your fault, but...unfortunately for you, the system isn't looking at it that way. You are the victim, whether you want to deny it or not, and Emmett is the twenty four year old man who should have known better. Please don't feel as if I'm blaming him for everything that happened that night because I sure as hell would have done the same exact thing, but in the law's opinion, he is to blame."
"You're not telling me anything."
"I don't know how long he'll be gone for, but he is going in, regardless."
"Oh man," I laughed in complete disbelief, shaking my head as I turned in my seat so that I could face the counter again, "I can't believe that this is happening right now. Am I in the middle of a goddamn nightmare, or what..."
"Bella, we tried everything. I'm sorry that our efforts weren't enough."
"Figures," I mumbled to myself, "So, where is he anyway?"
"He's leaving the police station tomorrow morning, but..." I raised an eyebrow at his pause, and he turned around in his seat a bit, causing me to follow the act so that we could face each other, "I don't know how to tell you this without just...saying it." I nodded, urging him to continue as I tried to remain calm. "Sweetheart, I know how to feel about this, how you think that it's your fault, but...unfortunately for you, the system isn't looking at it that way. You are the victim, whether you want to deny it or not, and Emmett is the twenty four year old man who should have known better. Please don't feel as if I'm blaming him for everything that happened that night because I sure as hell would have done the same exact thing, but in the law's opinion, he is to blame."
"You're not telling me anything."
"I don't know how long he'll be gone for, but he is going in, regardless."
"Oh man," I laughed in complete disbelief, shaking my head as I turned in my seat so that I could face the counter again, "I can't believe that this is happening right now. Am I in the middle of a goddamn nightmare, or what..."
"Bella, we tried everything. I'm sorry that our efforts weren't enough."
"I need to go."
Following me as I stood up from my seat, he nodded as he grabbed a hold of the bag that Ralph held out for him, immediately sensing that something was wrong what with how he appeared out of nowhere. "I'll take you home." I shook my head, telling him that I needed to be by myself. "Bella, I don't think that being alone is a good idea right now," he whispered, quickly placing his arm behind him, denying me of my shit when I went to take it, "Let me just drive you home, alright?"
Lowering my head, I held one of my hands out towards him while my other fingernails dug into the skin that was covering my palm from the pure irritation that was starting to take over my blood. "Carlisle, I'm warning you. If I don't get my shit back by the time that I reach the number three, I will scream bloody fucking murder that will, without a doubt, deafen every single one of your wife's paying customers. One. Two."
"I'm sorry," I heard him say in a quick whisper, handing me my bag.
Turning around without meeting his eyes, I went to take my first step away from him but groaned instead, instantly realizing that I might have disrespected the man with my words. Looking over my shoulder, I grimaced. "I'm uh, shit. I didn't mean to be so rude with the cursing, and all. That was kind of ignorant, and I'm sor—"
"No worries," he interrupted my apology, "I'm unfortunately used to it, seeing as to how I have a son who goes by the name of Edward Cullen...whose, keep in mind, first word was shit."
Following me as I stood up from my seat, he nodded as he grabbed a hold of the bag that Ralph held out for him, immediately sensing that something was wrong what with how he appeared out of nowhere. "I'll take you home." I shook my head, telling him that I needed to be by myself. "Bella, I don't think that being alone is a good idea right now," he whispered, quickly placing his arm behind him, denying me of my shit when I went to take it, "Let me just drive you home, alright?"
Lowering my head, I held one of my hands out towards him while my other fingernails dug into the skin that was covering my palm from the pure irritation that was starting to take over my blood. "Carlisle, I'm warning you. If I don't get my shit back by the time that I reach the number three, I will scream bloody fucking murder that will, without a doubt, deafen every single one of your wife's paying customers. One. Two."
"I'm sorry," I heard him say in a quick whisper, handing me my bag.
Turning around without meeting his eyes, I went to take my first step away from him but groaned instead, instantly realizing that I might have disrespected the man with my words. Looking over my shoulder, I grimaced. "I'm uh, shit. I didn't mean to be so rude with the cursing, and all. That was kind of ignorant, and I'm sor—"
"No worries," he interrupted my apology, "I'm unfortunately used to it, seeing as to how I have a son who goes by the name of Edward Cullen...whose, keep in mind, first word was shit."
I nodded, returning his small smile with my own. "Thanks, Carlisle."
"Not needed," he whispered with a shake of his head, "Just...be careful."
"Not needed," he whispered with a shake of his head, "Just...be careful."
Getting out of the shower, I scrunched my eyebrows together when I started hearing voices that sounded like they were coming from the kitchen, what with the slight echo that rang throughout the apartment. After pulling on a pair of boxers that I stole from Edward's dresser one night, I shoved an old tee shirt over my head before following it with a hoodie. Walking out of my bedroom, I decided to investigate the company that Cullen invited over, hoping that the kid wasn't in the middle of planning on throwing another rave. Plus...I needed something to drink, feeling as if dehydration was beginning to set in, what was how that one shot of death that I took earlier soaking up all of my bodily fluids.
Stepping into the kitchen, I groaned as I saw Ms. Butting-in-on-everyone's-goddamn-business-is-my-part-time-job leaning against the fridge, only to have the broad wink at me in return with a cheeky ass smile across her mouth. Turning my attention over to Edward who was sitting down on top of the counter, I narrowed my eyes at him as I walked up to Jasper to give him a quick kiss. Noticing that the cowboy was appraising the attire that I had on, I raised a brow. "Are you jealous that I look more comfortable than you, or something?"
Lifting the half empty bottle of Corona that he had in one of his hands up to his mouth, he grinned against the top. "Whose boxers are you sporting, Brown Eyes?"
"My own," I lied as I placed one of my hands in front of Edward's face, what with him sitting in the way of what I needed to retrieve. The kid rolled his eyes at my silent demand before he pulled a glass out of the cabinet that was behind his head, handing it to me as I kept my attention on his cousin, whose grin widened to a whole other level. "Seeing as to how you're most likely going commando under there, if you desire the option of loosening up a bit by dropping the jeans that are practically strangling the tool that deserves no play from Bonnie's engine, I can always be a darlin' by letting you borrow a pair of my boxers, what with me having more than enough to go around."
"I bet," he laughed, holding his hands up into the air, "Darlin.'"
Turning around in a dismissing type of a way that had Blue Eyes laughing even harder, I headed towards the ice machine that the nosy-good-for-nothing-piece-of-what's-supposed-to-be-a-female blocked as she kept her position against the fridge. "Move," I growled, already cutting to the chase, which had Edward jumping off of the counter with a groan.
"What's the magic word?" she asked, placing her arms across her chest.
"I bet," he laughed, holding his hands up into the air, "Darlin.'"
Turning around in a dismissing type of a way that had Blue Eyes laughing even harder, I headed towards the ice machine that the nosy-good-for-nothing-piece-of-what's-supposed-to-be-a-female blocked as she kept her position against the fridge. "Move," I growled, already cutting to the chase, which had Edward jumping off of the counter with a groan.
"What's the magic word?" she asked, placing her arms across her chest.
"Hooker," I gritted, "If you don't move your little she-male ass away fr—"
A mumble of "Jesus Christ," interrupted my threat at the same time that Edward snatched the — what I considered — weapon out of my hand with a roll of his eyes. After shoving his bitch of a buddy away from her spot, he pressed the button for crushed ice and filled it halfway before finishing it off with whole ice. Following him over to the counter, I stood on my tippy toes when he reached the sink, looking over his shoulder to make sure that he was getting the shit right as he turned the faucet to the middle, letting the water run a bit as he used his fingers to make sure that it wasn't too cold before filling the glass. Turning around, he held it out to me. "There, princess."
Ms. Snoopy Mc-prier-tin and the Tim McGraw wannabe coughed, together, as I grabbed the glass out of his fingers with a growl of "I'll show you princess, just you wait." Turning my attention over to the two people who were now both smiling, I raised an irritated brow. "What's the goddamn problem?"
The broad who I wanted to toss into a dumpster shrugged, a certain twinkle in her eyes as she pursed her lips together. "Oh, nothing, nothing," she whispered as if it was something, walking over to the kitchen table. Taking a seat after pulling one of the chairs out, she leaned back a bit and placed her arms across her chest. "That whole thing with the ice and the warm water, I just thought that it was super...cute, that's all."
"Boots, chaps, and cowboy hats!" Blue Eyes shouted before joining her, "And here I thought that I was the only one who thought the same exact thing. I'll be damned."
Taking a seat on the chair that was placed in between the two fuckers, I gritted my teeth and kicked Jasper's kneecap underneath the table, loving the hiss that it produced as I gifted the bitch a middle finger of mine, showing the both of them exactly how much I appreciated their goddamn words. "Girl's night," Edward started with a raised eyebrow, sitting down on the other side, "How did it go?"
Leaning back, I shrugged as I placed my arms across my chest. "Good."
A mumble of "Jesus Christ," interrupted my threat at the same time that Edward snatched the — what I considered — weapon out of my hand with a roll of his eyes. After shoving his bitch of a buddy away from her spot, he pressed the button for crushed ice and filled it halfway before finishing it off with whole ice. Following him over to the counter, I stood on my tippy toes when he reached the sink, looking over his shoulder to make sure that he was getting the shit right as he turned the faucet to the middle, letting the water run a bit as he used his fingers to make sure that it wasn't too cold before filling the glass. Turning around, he held it out to me. "There, princess."
Ms. Snoopy Mc-prier-tin and the Tim McGraw wannabe coughed, together, as I grabbed the glass out of his fingers with a growl of "I'll show you princess, just you wait." Turning my attention over to the two people who were now both smiling, I raised an irritated brow. "What's the goddamn problem?"
The broad who I wanted to toss into a dumpster shrugged, a certain twinkle in her eyes as she pursed her lips together. "Oh, nothing, nothing," she whispered as if it was something, walking over to the kitchen table. Taking a seat after pulling one of the chairs out, she leaned back a bit and placed her arms across her chest. "That whole thing with the ice and the warm water, I just thought that it was super...cute, that's all."
"Boots, chaps, and cowboy hats!" Blue Eyes shouted before joining her, "And here I thought that I was the only one who thought the same exact thing. I'll be damned."
Taking a seat on the chair that was placed in between the two fuckers, I gritted my teeth and kicked Jasper's kneecap underneath the table, loving the hiss that it produced as I gifted the bitch a middle finger of mine, showing the both of them exactly how much I appreciated their goddamn words. "Girl's night," Edward started with a raised eyebrow, sitting down on the other side, "How did it go?"
Leaning back, I shrugged as I placed my arms across my chest. "Good."
"Good?"
I nodded, wanting to get to the fun stuff. "Quite interesting, actually."
I nodded, wanting to get to the fun stuff. "Quite interesting, actually."
"How so?" he asked, seeming a bit skeptical as he mimicked my stance.
"Well for one thing, your father is quote on quote, well endowed..." I paused, grinning a bit as Sarah snorted, "Of course, those were your mother's words, certainly not mine. And, just so you know," I continued as the kid's narrowed eyes turned into a glare, "I'm almost positive that the two of them fuck like rabbits." He groaned, pushing himself up to his feet as he gave Jasper's cheek a quick smack, noticing that he was trying to hold back on laughing, to which I had no problem with doing as he mumbled something about how this discussion was inappropriate, heading towards the counter. "Don't be such a prude, man. It's the truth. All that I'm saying is that they're like...one of those married couples who get it in all the time. I can just tell. Plus, get this, Edward!" I shouted, making sure that my words were heard, "Before I left, I could've sworn that your Pop insisted on taking Esme on for a quickie, to which...dude. I have never, ever...seen two older people run into the bathroom that fast...it was pretty track-tastic, if you want my opinion. I mean, all in all, my point is...whoa on your parent's hormonal beings."
Placing her arms across her chest, the broad who was sitting next to me smirked. "Well, everyone gets it in, Bella. Why people deny the shit, is what I find prudish. Take you and Edward for example, acting as if nothing is going on between you two." Blue Eyes choked on his Corona, shooting beer out of his nose as his cousin's jaw tensed, his attention on the chick who I was ten seconds away from knocking the fuck out, "You know exactly how hormonal the kid can be, so why don't you just admit it? Behaving like a bunch of goddamn teenagers is not what's cool in school these days."
This bitch.
Now, let's think about this for a sec, shall we?
Usually, I'm not a chick who would throw the first punch, and especially over something that is as pathetic as this, but as my eyes met that goddamn expression of hers that was filled with nothing but smugness...
Not tonight, hooker.
Not.
Tonight.
My arm was already swung back as I shot out of my seat and punched the broad who should have kept her thoughts to herself from the beginning, loving the hiss that came out of her being when my fist connected with her nose.
"Well for one thing, your father is quote on quote, well endowed..." I paused, grinning a bit as Sarah snorted, "Of course, those were your mother's words, certainly not mine. And, just so you know," I continued as the kid's narrowed eyes turned into a glare, "I'm almost positive that the two of them fuck like rabbits." He groaned, pushing himself up to his feet as he gave Jasper's cheek a quick smack, noticing that he was trying to hold back on laughing, to which I had no problem with doing as he mumbled something about how this discussion was inappropriate, heading towards the counter. "Don't be such a prude, man. It's the truth. All that I'm saying is that they're like...one of those married couples who get it in all the time. I can just tell. Plus, get this, Edward!" I shouted, making sure that my words were heard, "Before I left, I could've sworn that your Pop insisted on taking Esme on for a quickie, to which...dude. I have never, ever...seen two older people run into the bathroom that fast...it was pretty track-tastic, if you want my opinion. I mean, all in all, my point is...whoa on your parent's hormonal beings."
Placing her arms across her chest, the broad who was sitting next to me smirked. "Well, everyone gets it in, Bella. Why people deny the shit, is what I find prudish. Take you and Edward for example, acting as if nothing is going on between you two." Blue Eyes choked on his Corona, shooting beer out of his nose as his cousin's jaw tensed, his attention on the chick who I was ten seconds away from knocking the fuck out, "You know exactly how hormonal the kid can be, so why don't you just admit it? Behaving like a bunch of goddamn teenagers is not what's cool in school these days."
This bitch.
Now, let's think about this for a sec, shall we?
Usually, I'm not a chick who would throw the first punch, and especially over something that is as pathetic as this, but as my eyes met that goddamn expression of hers that was filled with nothing but smugness...
Not tonight, hooker.
Not.
Tonight.
My arm was already swung back as I shot out of my seat and punched the broad who should have kept her thoughts to herself from the beginning, loving the hiss that came out of her being when my fist connected with her nose.
Edward's jaw dropped as he slowly pushed himself away from the counter, his wide eyes on Sarah when she stood up from her seat, blood pouring out of her nose. "Oh hell no," she spluttered, "You are so dead, white girl."
I grinned, hiding my grimace as I cracked my knuckles, just waiting for the shit. "Bring it on, white girl!"
I grinned, hiding my grimace as I cracked my knuckles, just waiting for the shit. "Bring it on, white girl!"
"Holy shit," Blue Eyes whispered incredulously, quickly pushing his chair away from the table with his feet before standing up, "They're serious right now." I shot him a sideways glare, silently telling him to keep out of it. "E, should we...do something?"
Edward placed himself in between Sarah and I, and when the broad cracked her neck, he rolled his eyes at her before he groaned, seeing as to how the all of a sudden gymnastic champion started 'warming up,' doing all of these unnecessary air hits and leg kicks and...whatnot. "Alright, so..." he paused, raising a brow at his cousin as his fingers started running through his hair, "I think that you two ladies need to calm down, yeah? I mean, should we...talk about what brought this on?"
Edward placed himself in between Sarah and I, and when the broad cracked her neck, he rolled his eyes at her before he groaned, seeing as to how the all of a sudden gymnastic champion started 'warming up,' doing all of these unnecessary air hits and leg kicks and...whatnot. "Alright, so..." he paused, raising a brow at his cousin as his fingers started running through his hair, "I think that you two ladies need to calm down, yeah? I mean, should we...talk about what brought this on?"
Before I could even anticipate the shit, the track-star ran past Edward with a manly scream, jumping on my ass as soon as she reached me, causing it to land on the floor with a groan leaving my chest before said chest was straddled. Taking a hold of my wrists, she pinned them above my head and I growled, turning my face to the side before biting the shit out of one of her forearms. "You bit me!" she yelped, snatching her hand away from my mouth when my teeth went for more, "This bitch bit me!"
I grinned as she clutched onto her arm, using it to my advantage as I quickly rolled us over to reverse our positions. "Bad move, hooker..." I gritted, mimicking her previous attack as I grabbed a hold of her wrists, slamming them down onto the floor before pinning them above her own head that I seriously wanted to head-butt right now, "Bad...fucking...move."
Okay, so maybe I didn't exactly mimic her previous attack, per say.
I may have dug my fingernails into her knuckles during the pinning.
Hey, man. Being a complete copycat ain't so rad nowadays, whatev.
Blue Eyes walked over to us when my ass started a jump rope match...on her stomach, causing her brows to scrunch together in some 'what the hell is this broad even doing right now?' type of a way that had my ass moving up to her chest, where said chest served as the new trampoline. "Is it kind of sick that I..." he paused, cocking his head to the side a bit, "I don't know if I want to interrupt any of this..."
"Jesus Christ," Edward groaned, ignoring his cousin's amazement as his hands went to my hips to try to pry my body away from my victim's own soon to be dismembered one, "Let go, Bae."
Sarah laughed slashed grunted under me. "Bae? Oh, that's fucking epic!"
I gritted my teeth with a grin as her amusement turned into a hiss of pain when I shoved my knees into her sides. Grabbing a hold of my wrists, Cullen pulled my hands away from the grip that they had over her own with a growl. "Sarah, just stop talking for a goddamn second, will you?"
I mimicked the sound that came out of the kid's mouth as she tugged on my hair after she grabbed a hold of it as soon as she saw the opportunity available, what with Edward granting it to her. "Are you really pulling on my hair?" I shouted, like what a goddamn chick, "You little bi—OWE!" I hissed in shock more than in pain as her other hand shot out towards my face and smacked the shit out of one of my cheeks, "Oh, that's it!"
"Jas, a little help here would be nice," Edward spat, still trying like all hell to pull me away from her as Sarah growled, seeing as to how I was now using her head as a yoyo, my fingers wrapped around her pretty locks that I planned on ripping out, clump by motherfucking clump.
Blue Eyes knelt down a bit above her head and placed his hands underneath her arms before he pulled her out from below me, making sure that the hold that she had on my hair was off after I karate chopped her elbows. As I was lifted into the air by Edward, I threw one of my legs out and kicked her hip before she had the chance to be carried away. "Motherfucker!"
Wrapping his arms around my waist as I mimicked her sneer with a middle finger, Cullen started carrying my thrashing body towards the kitchen door, laughing at my act of wanting to escape his hold as the tips of my toes scratching the floor tried to stop his evasion. "Okay, we're done. I'm taking her to bed. Goodnight."
"Jas, a little help here would be nice," Edward spat, still trying like all hell to pull me away from her as Sarah growled, seeing as to how I was now using her head as a yoyo, my fingers wrapped around her pretty locks that I planned on ripping out, clump by motherfucking clump.
Blue Eyes knelt down a bit above her head and placed his hands underneath her arms before he pulled her out from below me, making sure that the hold that she had on my hair was off after I karate chopped her elbows. As I was lifted into the air by Edward, I threw one of my legs out and kicked her hip before she had the chance to be carried away. "Motherfucker!"
Wrapping his arms around my waist as I mimicked her sneer with a middle finger, Cullen started carrying my thrashing body towards the kitchen door, laughing at my act of wanting to escape his hold as the tips of my toes scratching the floor tried to stop his evasion. "Okay, we're done. I'm taking her to bed. Goodnight."
"Awe, taking her to bed! How nice and…super cute!" Sarah yelled.
He tightened his hold around me and kicked the door open with the back of his foot as I cursed the broad's goddamn existence. When we reached the kid's bedroom, he locked us in before letting me go, which had me thinking that he was a wise man for doing so in that order, for I had no control on what I was capable of doing to his female buddy who had a mouth that talked too fucking much. Pulling off my hoodie, I rolled my eyes at his grin as I threw the fabric over to his couch. "You good, killer?"
I shrugged, walking over to his bed. "I'm over it."
"You're crazy, you know that?"
Sitting down after crawling over to his side of the bed that was considered my side whenever I slept in his room, I raised an eyebrow at him. "And why am I crazy, Edward? Because the bitch can't mind her own goddamn business?"
"Sarah's like that," he replied, rolling his eyes as he walked over to the bed, "Under all of that prying bullshit, she's a pretty decent person, though. Honestly, Bae...you two would probably get along great if you guys would give each other a chance."
"Sarah's like that," he replied, rolling his eyes as he walked over to the bed, "Under all of that prying bullshit, she's a pretty decent person, though. Honestly, Bae...you two would probably get along great if you guys would give each other a chance."
Shaking my head as I got underneath the blanket, I held back my response of yeah right as he turned on the nightlight that he invested in a few weeks back and instead whispered my thanks, to which he nodded before climbing into bed after enclosing the room in a dim of darkness. "I uh..." Pausing my whispered start, I turned onto my side so that I could face him before he mimicked the position, his eyes meeting my own in a silent question, "I saw your Pop tonight."
Placing one of his hands underneath the pillow that the side of his face was laying on, he brushed my hair off of my shoulder with his other hand as I lowered my head, shaking it a bit as my mind raced with thoughts of what this entire thing meant for my brother. "I'm sorry, Bella."
"I don't know what I'm going to do."
"I should have been the one to do it."
At his declaration, I lifted my head and met his eyes. "What?"
"I know how important Emmett is to you, yeah?" I nodded even though I didn't understand how the kid thought so little of taking that responsibility, seeing as to how he knew what my brother had to face for the next couple of years. Running his hand up and down my arm, he shrugged before he continued. "I don't blame him, you know? I understand why he did what he did, completely."
"Edward, it wasn't worth it," I argued, "I mean, it's just m—"
"I know how important Emmett is to you, yeah?" I nodded even though I didn't understand how the kid thought so little of taking that responsibility, seeing as to how he knew what my brother had to face for the next couple of years. Running his hand up and down my arm, he shrugged before he continued. "I don't blame him, you know? I understand why he did what he did, completely."
"Edward, it wasn't worth it," I argued, "I mean, it's just m—"
"It's just you, I know," he interrupted me in a bored and exasperated kind of a tone, shaking his head before lowering it. "Bella, you don't see yourself clearly, at all."
Closing my eyes, I rolled them. "Right."
"Hey." Meeting his gaze after hearing his whisper, I raised a brow at his slightly narrowed eyes. "Would you stop saying shit like that, as if you hold no worth? Because Jesus Christ, Bella...you're wrong. You need to realize what people see in you."
I nodded, deciding to just let him have that.
There was no energy left within me to fight.
Closing my eyes, I rolled them. "Right."
"Hey." Meeting his gaze after hearing his whisper, I raised a brow at his slightly narrowed eyes. "Would you stop saying shit like that, as if you hold no worth? Because Jesus Christ, Bella...you're wrong. You need to realize what people see in you."
I nodded, deciding to just let him have that.
There was no energy left within me to fight.
I heard him whisper my name after I closed my eyes, and hummed. "Whatever happens, I just...I want you to know that I'm here for you, yeah?" Keeping my gaze hidden, I gave him a small smile as he pulled my body closer to his, wrapping his arms around me afterwards. "I mean it."
Opening my eyes, I rested my forehead against his and kissed his lips twice, just wanting to show him my gratitude for that statement, simply because it meant a whole lot to me, more than he could ever think. "I know that I have you, Edward. Thanks."
My fingers gripped onto the front of the kid's tee shirt as he placed his hand over my jaw, and when I felt his tongue slide against my top lip when he licked his bottom one a bit, I closed my eyes, knowing and anticipating what was soon coming a second before it actually came...his soft mouth over mine as he pulled my face towards his, the low hums of satisfaction that left the both of us at first touch.
Without breaking contact with my needy lips, he pushed himself up a bit and hovered above me as I ran my hands underneath his shirt, pushing it up slowly yet impatiently. Leaning away for a second, I pulled it over his head and threw it...somewhere, not paying any attention to the fabric's landing as he rolled on top of me, groaning against my mouth at the feel of my legs wrapping around him.
I growled in disapproval as he kept his arms stretched out beside me, his weight nonexistent against my body that wanted nothing but it. Running his mouth down my neck, he smirked over my skin as I extended my head back a bit, loving the heaviness that he granted me as he lowered himself down to me, his nose nudging the top of my shirt away from his teasing. "I'm..." peck, "not..." nibble, "crushing..." bite, "you?" tongue.
I growled in disapproval as he kept his arms stretched out beside me, his weight nonexistent against my body that wanted nothing but it. Running his mouth down my neck, he smirked over my skin as I extended my head back a bit, loving the heaviness that he granted me as he lowered himself down to me, his nose nudging the top of my shirt away from his teasing. "I'm..." peck, "not..." nibble, "crushing..." bite, "you?" tongue.
Did he…ask me something?
His elbows supported his upper body as my teeth caught onto my bottom lip, and as he lifted his gaze over to my own and ran his thumb across my mouth with a throaty groan, I shook my head in answer to his retarded question. Placing my hands against his chest, I pushed him away from me a little, his eyes on mine as he got the hint and sat up, pulling me along with him until I was left straddling his waist, on top of his lap. Taking a hold of my shirt, I tugged it off and threw it over his shoulder as his mouth found my collarbone, whispering my name against it as I unhooked my bra and let it fall down onto the bed beside us.
Running his fingers along the waistband of the boxers that I was wearing, he grinned a little something something against my sensitive skin before he lifted his head and met my eyes. "You stole these," he accused as I laid my arms over his broad shoulders.
Running his fingers along the waistband of the boxers that I was wearing, he grinned a little something something against my sensitive skin before he lifted his head and met my eyes. "You stole these," he accused as I laid my arms over his broad shoulders.
"I did," I breathed, "And don't think that you're getting them back, either."
He smirked, laying his lips on top of mine. "You won't hear me complain."
My teeth took a hold of his top lip and his breathing stuttered for a second before I grinned, letting it go as he wrapped his arms around my waist to bring me impossibly closer to him. "I'm glad that I have your understanding."
He smirked, laying his lips on top of mine. "You won't hear me complain."
My teeth took a hold of his top lip and his breathing stuttered for a second before I grinned, letting it go as he wrapped his arms around my waist to bring me impossibly closer to him. "I'm glad that I have your understanding."
"You're still talking," he whispered, changing the subject with a grin over his mouth as he leaned back a little bit, placing his hands against the sheets that were behind him while his eyes hungrily roamed my body, "Didn't anyone ever teach you how to shut up, Bae?"
Mimicking his stance, I let my fingernails dig into his thighs as I went to reply to his question by repeating it back to him, since he was the one who started talking in the first place, but when he ran one of his digits straight across my nipple, my response came out as a moan before it was quickly forgotten.
Bringing one of my hands to the back of his neck for leverage, I opened my eyes and kept them on his as I rolled my hips into the kid, once...twice...three times, the tense jaw that it was creating so edible. "You're killing me," he gritted, his fingers over my hips indenting the skin there as they assisted with my body's movements.
"I want you," I declared, my voice just above a whisper as I pushed myself up a bit, letting go of him before running the both of my hands down his chest until they reached the front of his boxers, "Now, I want you."
He moaned something beyond sexy as his dick sprang out and slammed itself against his lower abdomen after I pushed the fabric aside, finding its presence completely unnecessary. "Bella, I don't know if that's a decent id—" his words were cut off as his eyes followed my hands movement when I brought it up to my mouth to lick my palm, and as soon as I wrapped my wetness around him, he groaned a long "Chrrrriiiisst," placing his forehead over my own as we both watched my work.
"I want you," I declared, my voice just above a whisper as I pushed myself up a bit, letting go of him before running the both of my hands down his chest until they reached the front of his boxers, "Now, I want you."
He moaned something beyond sexy as his dick sprang out and slammed itself against his lower abdomen after I pushed the fabric aside, finding its presence completely unnecessary. "Bella, I don't know if that's a decent id—" his words were cut off as his eyes followed my hands movement when I brought it up to my mouth to lick my palm, and as soon as I wrapped my wetness around him, he groaned a long "Chrrrriiiisst," placing his forehead over my own as we both watched my work.
"I don't want soft." The kid's heavy-lidded eyes met my own as I gently ran my thumb across the very tip of him while I leaned back again, my one arm wrapped around his shoulders bringing him with me. "Give me anything but that, Edward."
He groaned my name and I swallowed his breath as he shook his head. "I can't do that."
He groaned my name and I swallowed his breath as he shook his head. "I can't do that."
"Please," I begged, "I promise that I won't be like any of those other chi—" A gasp caught my throat as he rolled his hips into that one goddamn spot, causing my thighs that were wrapped around them to tighten. "I'm not going to expect anything more after this," I tried to assure him as he laid me back, "No worries."
Moving his lips down my jaw, Edward stopped their descent as they reached my chest. Looking up at me, he lightly ran his nose across my nipple, licking his lips a bit before running his tongue along the same area, making said area perk up immediately. "No?"
"Edward," I hissed as his body crept lower and lower, his mouth kissing every spot along its way as my fingers found his hair, "Please."
Moving his lips down my jaw, Edward stopped their descent as they reached my chest. Looking up at me, he lightly ran his nose across my nipple, licking his lips a bit before running his tongue along the same area, making said area perk up immediately. "No?"
"Edward," I hissed as his body crept lower and lower, his mouth kissing every spot along its way as my fingers found his hair, "Please."
"You're not someone who should expect anything less than what you deserve," he whispered, running his lips against my scarred skin when he reached the waistband of my boxers, "Please, don't let anyone tell you anything different, Bella."
I met his honest to God eyes with a whole new level of sincerity as I lifted my hips a bit, letting him pull off the clothes that were separating him from me. When I felt his hands running up my legs after tossing my boxers and boy shorts onto the floor, I sat up a little and leaned on my elbows so that I could watch him, interested in what he had in mind. I bit onto my bottom lip as his palms found my inner thighs, and when he spread them apart, I waited with baited breath. "Stop teasing me..."
His eyes remained on mine as he lowered his mouth down to my hip, giving the skin there a few light kisses as I sighed, extending my neck a bit before returning my attention back to him when I felt his cool breath hit my center. "Fucking beautiful," his lips whispered, right above the shit.
His eyes remained on mine as he lowered his mouth down to my hip, giving the skin there a few light kisses as I sighed, extending my neck a bit before returning my attention back to him when I felt his cool breath hit my center. "Fucking beautiful," his lips whispered, right above the shit.
My mouth opened in pure anticipation as I watched his tongue peek out a bit to wet his lips some, and as soon as the underside of it tapped against my clit for starters, my eyes clenched shut. "Oh..." too much, already, "God."
I wrapped my fingers through his hair with one of my hands when he repeated the shit so that I could pull him towards me, but he brushed my arm away with a growl of annoyance, his one palm over my stomach forcing my back to fall against the bed as I gripped the shit out of the sheets that were underneath my hips. "Stay put," he whispered in a soft hum, returning his attention back to me, "I'm just getting started."
Oh well, I thought, I have no problem in getting the kid new sheets, because by the time that he's done with me, I'm sure that they'll be ripped apart by my digit's tugging. In my goddamn opinion, it was so worth the mon—"eeeeeeyyy, shit!" I gasped in slight surprise as his lips closed around my clit, the feeling of his tongue playing nice games with it making me come, instantly.
"So fucking nice," he whispered, his tongue leisurely running itself along places that were far too sensitive as my thighs continued trembling besides his head. Placing his hands underneath my ass, he lifted me up a bit as I started coming down from my high, ignoring my widened eyes as he brought me up to his face. "Give me more, Bae."
I inhaled his name with a heavy breath when I felt the tip of his tongue run feather light circles around my entrance. Shaking my head, I gently pushed his own away from that area, knowing that I couldn't handle any more of what he had in store for me. "I can't...take it."
"No?" he asked with a sly smirk, sitting up on his knees as I shook my head in answer. Keeping my legs spread apart with one hand, he let his other one fall down to the spot that his tongue stopped caressing a second or two ago, and when his thumb gave it one touch, I clenched my eyes shut. "You don't want to be played with, right here?"
Prying my gaze open as I felt his hand over my knee leave, I groaned when I saw it over his boxers as he adjusted himself with a soft hiss that was barely heard while his digit continued moving over me. Not even five seconds later, my second orgasm hit me from the visual of him touching himself, embarrassingly so, and he kept on going, still, slowly letting my body ride it out while we both panted heavy breaths.
Sitting up with a lazy smile, I pushed on his shoulders until he was laying on his back. Kissing down the kid's chest, I brushed his hand away and pulled him out of his boxers, grinning at the soft groan that left his being as he caught onto what I had planned. "I think that it's my turn, yeah?"
I wrapped my fingers through his hair with one of my hands when he repeated the shit so that I could pull him towards me, but he brushed my arm away with a growl of annoyance, his one palm over my stomach forcing my back to fall against the bed as I gripped the shit out of the sheets that were underneath my hips. "Stay put," he whispered in a soft hum, returning his attention back to me, "I'm just getting started."
Oh well, I thought, I have no problem in getting the kid new sheets, because by the time that he's done with me, I'm sure that they'll be ripped apart by my digit's tugging. In my goddamn opinion, it was so worth the mon—"eeeeeeyyy, shit!" I gasped in slight surprise as his lips closed around my clit, the feeling of his tongue playing nice games with it making me come, instantly.
"So fucking nice," he whispered, his tongue leisurely running itself along places that were far too sensitive as my thighs continued trembling besides his head. Placing his hands underneath my ass, he lifted me up a bit as I started coming down from my high, ignoring my widened eyes as he brought me up to his face. "Give me more, Bae."
I inhaled his name with a heavy breath when I felt the tip of his tongue run feather light circles around my entrance. Shaking my head, I gently pushed his own away from that area, knowing that I couldn't handle any more of what he had in store for me. "I can't...take it."
"No?" he asked with a sly smirk, sitting up on his knees as I shook my head in answer. Keeping my legs spread apart with one hand, he let his other one fall down to the spot that his tongue stopped caressing a second or two ago, and when his thumb gave it one touch, I clenched my eyes shut. "You don't want to be played with, right here?"
Prying my gaze open as I felt his hand over my knee leave, I groaned when I saw it over his boxers as he adjusted himself with a soft hiss that was barely heard while his digit continued moving over me. Not even five seconds later, my second orgasm hit me from the visual of him touching himself, embarrassingly so, and he kept on going, still, slowly letting my body ride it out while we both panted heavy breaths.
Sitting up with a lazy smile, I pushed on his shoulders until he was laying on his back. Kissing down the kid's chest, I brushed his hand away and pulled him out of his boxers, grinning at the soft groan that left his being as he caught onto what I had planned. "I think that it's my turn, yeah?"
"Bella, you don't have to do tha—mother…fucker," he finished in a hiss as I took him into my mouth, as far as I could for starters, my hands over his hips keeping him in place as his own slammed against the bed in fists. Keeping my eyes on his clenched shut ones, I closed my lips around him and slowly lifted my head, coating him as he let out a satisfied hum of "Chriiiiisst."
Placing soft kisses over the sides of the taunt skin that my lips never left, I reached for one of his hands and laid it against the back of my head. "Edward, give me your pace," my eyes told his own as they met each other, "I want you to show me what you like."
Placing soft kisses over the sides of the taunt skin that my lips never left, I reached for one of his hands and laid it against the back of my head. "Edward, give me your pace," my eyes told his own as they met each other, "I want you to show me what you like."
He nodded and after a few seconds of nervous hesitation, I felt his hand moving down to the back of my neck before he started guiding me, his finger's grip around my hair not as strong as I thought that it was going to be...but not as weak, either. It was perfect, and I fucking loved it.
Closing my eyes, I enjoyed listening to the different sounds that the kid gave me as my mouth continued moving along him, on his pace. The slightly quickened pants that came from feeling something new, and the soft barely there hums that I earned when Edward found my actions soothing. His "Like this," and lovely groans of "Yeah, just like that."
Feeling his thumb run along my chin as his breathing stuttered for a couple of seconds, I opened my throat and gave him all of me as I took as much of him as I could, looking up at him while he looked down at me, growling a "Shit, Bae. Move. I'm gonna come."
I hummed in absolute disagreement and 'yeah the fuck right" as I tightened my fingers around him and quickened my pace some, loving the way his body tensed up a bit in response as his breathing stopped altogether. Losing it as soon as I looked up at him, he threw his head back with closed eyes, his body trembling underneath mine as I swallowed down everything that he gave me with no disgust on the matter.
After kissing the tip when the kid seemed to relax a bit, I carefully crawled up his body and placed my forehead against one of his shoulders, trying to catch my own goddamn breath as my thoroughly spent being rested on top of his limp one. "That was..."
I mean, hoooooly shit on not being able to pinpoint the exact word.
Lifting my chin after a few seconds of not hearing me finish my statement, I raised a single brow as those green eyes of his searched mine for any signs of regret. "Are you okay...with what happened?"
I gave him a soft laugh before I nodded. "It's just...wow, you know?"
Closing my eyes, I enjoyed listening to the different sounds that the kid gave me as my mouth continued moving along him, on his pace. The slightly quickened pants that came from feeling something new, and the soft barely there hums that I earned when Edward found my actions soothing. His "Like this," and lovely groans of "Yeah, just like that."
Feeling his thumb run along my chin as his breathing stuttered for a couple of seconds, I opened my throat and gave him all of me as I took as much of him as I could, looking up at him while he looked down at me, growling a "Shit, Bae. Move. I'm gonna come."
I hummed in absolute disagreement and 'yeah the fuck right" as I tightened my fingers around him and quickened my pace some, loving the way his body tensed up a bit in response as his breathing stopped altogether. Losing it as soon as I looked up at him, he threw his head back with closed eyes, his body trembling underneath mine as I swallowed down everything that he gave me with no disgust on the matter.
After kissing the tip when the kid seemed to relax a bit, I carefully crawled up his body and placed my forehead against one of his shoulders, trying to catch my own goddamn breath as my thoroughly spent being rested on top of his limp one. "That was..."
I mean, hoooooly shit on not being able to pinpoint the exact word.
Lifting my chin after a few seconds of not hearing me finish my statement, I raised a single brow as those green eyes of his searched mine for any signs of regret. "Are you okay...with what happened?"
I gave him a soft laugh before I nodded. "It's just...wow, you know?"
A small grin appeared over his features. "I can't believe it happened."
I hummed in agreement as I pushed myself off of his body, letting him tuck himself back into his boxers as I laid on my side so that I could face him. Noticing the uncertainty that he was trying to hide from me as he sat up and started looking around the room, I rolled my eyes as I took a hold of his arm to pull him down, next to me. "Thanks."
He raised an eyebrow at me, turning onto his side. "Thanks?"
He raised an eyebrow at me, turning onto his side. "Thanks?"
"Thanks for, you know, whatever."
Edward laughed, shaking his head. "You're delusional, Bae."
I placed my hand over his when he reached for the blankets that were underneath our legs, interrupting his intent of covering up my nakedness. "This might come out as a shock to you right now, but holy hell. I'm actually pretty hot right now."
The prick smirked as he laid back down. "Yeah you are."
"And you call me a smart-ass," I scoffed with a roll of my eyes, placing my hands underneath my pillow as he shrugged something cocky, getting comfortable. "On a serious note, though...we're good, right? No awkward feelings, or anything like that?"
"If you're telling me that you're good, then I'm telling you that I'm good," he whispered, his voice full of sleep and therefore, more than mouth watering.
I nodded, not being able to help the yawn that escaped me as I closed my eyes, my entire being more than ready for some rest after the activities that seemed to wear it out. "Goodnight, Edward."
Edward laughed, shaking his head. "You're delusional, Bae."
I placed my hand over his when he reached for the blankets that were underneath our legs, interrupting his intent of covering up my nakedness. "This might come out as a shock to you right now, but holy hell. I'm actually pretty hot right now."
The prick smirked as he laid back down. "Yeah you are."
"And you call me a smart-ass," I scoffed with a roll of my eyes, placing my hands underneath my pillow as he shrugged something cocky, getting comfortable. "On a serious note, though...we're good, right? No awkward feelings, or anything like that?"
"If you're telling me that you're good, then I'm telling you that I'm good," he whispered, his voice full of sleep and therefore, more than mouth watering.
I nodded, not being able to help the yawn that escaped me as I closed my eyes, my entire being more than ready for some rest after the activities that seemed to wear it out. "Goodnight, Edward."
"Night, Bae."
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