:Comes Out Of Hiding:
Hey, hookahs...
So, I'm back. And alive. And soooo, finishing this story. Real life? Yeah, it's been kicking my ass. I have no ass left, as a matter of fact. It's that deep. That house fire I told you guys about months ago? I'm still dealing with it...And the problems that came out of nowhere, because of it. I could sit here and tell you everything, but talking about it will only piss me off, sooooo...
Let me just say, as of right now, I'm back. That means that I actually have time to just...sit down, and do what I've been wanting to do...which is to finish up this story for you guys. I can't apologize enough, for not publishing an updating in so long. I'm actually surprised that I still have the same number of followers as I did before...
I had the chapter ready, a while ago...before shit hit the fan...but when I was trying to publish it, blogger was acting up. As a matter of fact, it's still acting up, so much so that I'm actually thinking about going back to fanfic.net ( we'll see, I'll let you know ). Anyway, my draft was deleted, along with the drafts that I edited for the first story...which, honest to God, had me this close to karate chopping my goddamn computer screen.
I have rewrote it, and actually saved it on my computer like the smart bitch that I became = )
Yeah, I'm sure everyone has been doing it that way, why I never did? Beats me = )
There's only two parts that I haven't written yet, and I mothereffin promise you guys, I'll have it done for this weekend. I'm almost positive that I'll even have it earlier, but I don't want to say that I will, if I won't. I'll also have the review replies, too...so look out for them.
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Chapter 29: Brotherly Love
Total of five years, three years probation if Emmett behaves himself.
Emmett McCarty...behaving himself?
Yeah.
Okay.
Sure.
My brother, he's going to miss so much.
Like, watching Rose's tummy grow as she complains about how 'plump' she's getting. Or how about the weird ass cravings that she's going to have, and the 'I'm ten seconds away from killing you' mood swings that would annoy and amuse and scare him at the same time?
The first kick.
The complete awe of how there's a little someone in there.
The love of a person who they didn't even fucking meet yet.
And let's not forget about all of the hormones that are supposed to add to her 'always horny ass' as is it. Now that, Emmett is going to definitely miss. I could just picture him pouting about the shit behind bars, I thought as I closed my eyes and laughed.
I honestly can't believe that he isn't going to be here when the time comes to meet the baby. His baby, her baby, fuck...their baby. The first sharp cry, the first smile that will probably be dimpled, and even the very first word...he's going to miss all of that.
"Bae?"
I kept my eyes closed as his persistent knocking continued.
And let's not forget about all of the hormones that are supposed to add to her 'always horny ass' as is it. Now that, Emmett is going to definitely miss. I could just picture him pouting about the shit behind bars, I thought as I closed my eyes and laughed.
I honestly can't believe that he isn't going to be here when the time comes to meet the baby. His baby, her baby, fuck...their baby. The first sharp cry, the first smile that will probably be dimpled, and even the very first word...he's going to miss all of that.
"Bae?"
I kept my eyes closed as his persistent knocking continued.
"Bella, come on," he called out and then paused, only to wiggle the knob that I had locked. "Please, open the door, for me. It's been four days, already. You need to come out of your room and fucking breathe, at least...at least for a couple of goddamn minutes." I rolled over onto my other side, pulling the blankets up over my head as I ignored his threat. "I could easily break this piece of shit down, don't tempt me."
When I didn't answer, I heard him mumbling something about locks being used incorrectly as he walked away from the door. Groaning at the light that was shining through the window, I climbed out of bed and pulled the blinds closed. Lowering myself onto the floor, I laid down on my back and stared at the ceiling, feeling as if I didn't deserve the comfort of the soft sheets that were previously beneath me.
When I didn't answer, I heard him mumbling something about locks being used incorrectly as he walked away from the door. Groaning at the light that was shining through the window, I climbed out of bed and pulled the blinds closed. Lowering myself onto the floor, I laid down on my back and stared at the ceiling, feeling as if I didn't deserve the comfort of the soft sheets that were previously beneath me.
The days and nights passed like...this.
Esme's constant phone calls, I ignored by silencing them. Yeah, I felt awful about the shit, but I just couldn't handle her peacefulness right now, knowing that that was what she was going to bring me. Pixie would come over and howl at me from behind the door. She was relentless, that one. How the broad stood there for hours at a time was beyond my comprehension. Jake stopped by a day or two ago, trying to threaten my job by saying that 'Sam and Seth are going to fire your hermit ass if you keep yourself locked up in that goddamn room, Bells!'
I could only roll my eyes at their attempts.
The one person who I wanted to see, never came around. And to make matters worse, even after I found out about his sentence, I wasn't 'allowed' to go to any of the court meetings that took place with Edward and Carlisle, simply because...
Yeah, I didn't fucking know why.
They just...wouldn't have it.
I honest to God, didn't get it.
The whole thing happened because of me, so why the hell couldn't I be there? I wouldn't be surprised if the system thought that I wasn't even involved. I bet you a million fucking bucks that Emmett took the entire blame, saying some bullshit like 'Oh, I just, you know, hate my Pop and think that God made a huge mistake by bringing him into this world. So, hey! Why not just shoot his goddamn head off and do mankind a solid, right? I mean, booyah!'
Mmhmm.
As you can see, this week hasn't been my favorite.
Emmett is going to be taken in today, and get this...
He so kindly requested that I wasn't to be there.
Everyone else, was welcomed...and with open arms at that.
I like it.
No, cool. Twist the knife a little bit more, why don't you?
A Few Hours Later
After taking a shower and getting dressed, I walked over to my bedroom door and pressed my ear against the wood that Cullen wanted to previously punch to the ground with the intention of wanting to hear if anyone was around. Not getting anything but complete silence, which sounded like goddamn music to my being, I breathed out a sigh of relief from finally being left alone.
As soon as I stepped into the kitchen and looked around, I froze.
Pixie's fingers stopped braiding Rose's hair as her eyes met mine.
Rose's head snapped over to my still form before she lowered it.
Ma stood up from her spot on Pop's lap before he followed suit.
Edward jumped off of the counter, ready to intervene if needed.
And Jas pushed himself away from the fridge, Corona forgotten.
I turned around and pushed the door open, not giving anyone the chance of stopping me with how quickly I got out of there. As soon as I reached the goddamn hallway, he grabbed a hold of my arm from behind and I groaned at the thought of not being able to just...be left alone. "Edward, please...not right now."
"Just...hear me out, for one second." At his depleted tone, I lowered my head and turned around, thinking that I should give the kid that decency. "Bae, I know that this whole situation is...difficult," he whispered, to which I nodded, looking at him like 'no shit.' Letting go of my arm, he continued after a few seconds. "I get that it's a hard time for you, but Christ. I'm not complaining of how you're dealing with this, but...no. I am. You're shutting us out."
"I know that I'm a pain in the ass, Edward." He raised an eyebrow at my declaration, like 'that's all that you're giving me right now?' and I groaned, walking past him. Taking a seat on the couch as I heard his footsteps behind me, I lifted my legs and placed my chin on top of my bent knees. "I'm just...going through a lot right now, and —"
"Like I said, I understand," he whispered, interrupting me as he took a seat next to me. Facing me, he lifted his own feet and crossed his legs. "You can go through all of that with us, Bella. All that I'm asking is for you to be here. You need to be here."
"What I need, is for you to get off of my fucking case."
"I'm sorry that you feel that way, Bella...but honest to God, I'm not going to stand here like a dip-shit and just...watch you go through this alone. If you want to shut everyone else out, then fine, go ahead...but I'm just letting you know right now, I'm not leaving you. You're not getting rid of me...whether you like it, or not...I'm here."
The kitchen door swung open before everyone started stepping out into the living room. Leaning back with a groan, I lifted my hoodie over my head. "Jesus Christ, don't you people have somewhere else to be right now? Seriously, what the hell was I thinking when I agreed to move here?"
Esme took a couple of steps towards the couch but hesitated when I went to stand up, the retreat that I had in mind thoroughly squashed a second later as Edward grabbed a hold of my arm again. I narrowed my eyes at him as he pulled me back, keeping his attention on his mom as she started. "Bambina, I know that you're upset about how thi—"
"No!" I shouted, interrupting the peacefulness that I was complaining about earlier, "Me being 'upset' is nothing compared to what I'm feeling right now! Excuse my goddamn language, but I'm fucking pissed off, Ma!"
"Bella, cal—"
"Not at all!" I yelled, turning my anger to Edward as I snatched my arm out of his hold. "You have no right, telling me to calm down. I'm my own person, with my own goddamn feelings...and if I want to express them, I'm going to fucking express them."
"Listen, I get it," he whispered, ignoring everyone as he looked into my eyes, "I know that you're feeling some type of a way because of how you can't go today, but please believe me when I tell you that Emmett's not mad at you. He just...doesn't want you to see him like this. It's not...right."
"Oh please!" I scoffed, standing up, "Don't try and tell me that Emmett's cool with me right now, for he has every reason not to be." Rose looked away from my eyes when they met her form, and I shook my head as I pointed at her. "I mean, God, look at that! He's going to miss all of it! Three fucking years, he's not going to see!"
"Sweetheart, we have to stick together. We'll make it work, somehow."
"Sweetheart, we have to stick together. We'll make it work, somehow."
"It doesn't matter!" I told Pop, throwing my hands up in the air as my body practically shook from the anger that it held while I headed towards the front door, "Why are you guys not getting that? I don't fucking understand your attempts of acting like this whole thing is something that we can manage!"
"Brown Eyes, listen to me."
I gritted my teeth as Blue Eyes blocked the door, paying my glare no mind. "Jasper, you've been there for me during these past few weeks when others haven't, so I really...really, don't want to snap at you and say something that I'll for sure regret later on, which will happen if you don't move the fuck out of my goddamn way."
"We get it, Bella. Honestly, we do."
I gritted my teeth as Blue Eyes blocked the door, paying my glare no mind. "Jasper, you've been there for me during these past few weeks when others haven't, so I really...really, don't want to snap at you and say something that I'll for sure regret later on, which will happen if you don't move the fuck out of my goddamn way."
"We get it, Bella. Honestly, we do."
"Jasper Whitlock. I'm warning you."
"The only way of dealing with this is by sticking together."
"Fine," I whispered tensely, my voice beyond irritated as I pushed him away from the door, only to pull it open and turn around so that I could face everyone. "Why are you people just standing there? Let's stick together, come on."
"Bella Boo, what are you doing?"
I raised an eyebrow at Pix. "Isn't it obvious? I'm waiting for you guys."
Standing up from the couch as Alice lowered her head in nervousness, Edward walked over to me and took a hold of my face, leaning down a bit so that he could look into my eyes. "And where exactly are we planning on going, Bae?"
"To watch my brother being taken away," I answered in scornful honesty.
Straightening himself up, he looked away from me. "You can't go, Bella."
"Exactly," I growled, shoving him away from me. Looking around, I shook my head as everyone looked away from my narrowed eyes, their blatant avoidance irking me. "Nice. And here I thought that we were all supposed to stick together."
"The only way of dealing with this is by sticking together."
"Fine," I whispered tensely, my voice beyond irritated as I pushed him away from the door, only to pull it open and turn around so that I could face everyone. "Why are you people just standing there? Let's stick together, come on."
"Bella Boo, what are you doing?"
I raised an eyebrow at Pix. "Isn't it obvious? I'm waiting for you guys."
Standing up from the couch as Alice lowered her head in nervousness, Edward walked over to me and took a hold of my face, leaning down a bit so that he could look into my eyes. "And where exactly are we planning on going, Bae?"
"To watch my brother being taken away," I answered in scornful honesty.
Straightening himself up, he looked away from me. "You can't go, Bella."
"Exactly," I growled, shoving him away from me. Looking around, I shook my head as everyone looked away from my narrowed eyes, their blatant avoidance irking me. "Nice. And here I thought that we were all supposed to stick together."
"It's not like th—"
"Then tell me what it's like, Edward!" I interrupted him, "Go ahead, I'm listening!" My attention went to Pop as the kid gave him a quick glance, shoving his hands into the back pockets of his jeans. "Tell me, Carlisle. Why wasn't I allowed to go to all of those court meetings?" He lowered his head at my question and I laughed, stepping out into the hallway. Turning around, I grinned. "Well, this was great and all, but...I'm not going to take any part in this whole 'let's be there for each other' bullshit, seeing as to how that's exactly what it is, complete bullshit. Fend for your own selves, without me."
"Then tell me what it's like, Edward!" I interrupted him, "Go ahead, I'm listening!" My attention went to Pop as the kid gave him a quick glance, shoving his hands into the back pockets of his jeans. "Tell me, Carlisle. Why wasn't I allowed to go to all of those court meetings?" He lowered his head at my question and I laughed, stepping out into the hallway. Turning around, I grinned. "Well, this was great and all, but...I'm not going to take any part in this whole 'let's be there for each other' bullshit, seeing as to how that's exactly what it is, complete bullshit. Fend for your own selves, without me."
And here I am, standing right in front of Andy's door, chewing my bottom lip raw in pure apprehension as my ragged fingernails dug into the sweaty skin that was covering my palms. 'Christ,' I thought to myself, 'Maybe I should have parked somewhere else.'
I mean, what if Edward decided to swing by here, only to see my truck parked in the driveway? What the hell would I do if the kid started questioning me for being here, what would I say to him? And what would happen if he assumed that I was here for the wrong reasons, would that shit start a fight? And if it did start a fight, how would I handle it?
I stopped myself.
Since when did I care about what Edward thought?
Fuck that nonsense, I'm my own goddamn person.
I lifted my hand and went to knock, but the door was pulled open before my knuckles had the chance of reaching it. James' eyes kind of bugged out a bit from the shock of seeing me standing there before he gave me a small smile. "Took you long enough, B. I was beginning to think that you changed your mind and decided not to show up."
Since when did I care about what Edward thought?
Fuck that nonsense, I'm my own goddamn person.
I lifted my hand and went to knock, but the door was pulled open before my knuckles had the chance of reaching it. James' eyes kind of bugged out a bit from the shock of seeing me standing there before he gave me a small smile. "Took you long enough, B. I was beginning to think that you changed your mind and decided not to show up."
Yeah, I'm not here for Andy.
James called me earlier, asking me if I wanted to hang out. I agreed only because I didn't want to go back to the apartment, and because aimlessly driving around town like a crazy moffo was beginning to bore me.
Stepping to the side, James nodded. "Come in, chick." I grinned, thanking him as I walked into the living room. After hearing the door close behind him, I looked over my shoulder and raised an eyebrow at his own raised eyebrow. "You up for some beer?" I shrugged a 'sure,' and he nodded before he started heading towards the kitchen. "Make yourself at home, I'll be right back."
James called me earlier, asking me if I wanted to hang out. I agreed only because I didn't want to go back to the apartment, and because aimlessly driving around town like a crazy moffo was beginning to bore me.
Stepping to the side, James nodded. "Come in, chick." I grinned, thanking him as I walked into the living room. After hearing the door close behind him, I looked over my shoulder and raised an eyebrow at his own raised eyebrow. "You up for some beer?" I shrugged a 'sure,' and he nodded before he started heading towards the kitchen. "Make yourself at home, I'll be right back."
Taking a seat on the couch, I placed my hoodie over my head. "Fuck..."
It's killing me right now that I'm not with the 'family,' at court.
I mean, what's going on? Did Emmett get to at least eat something before he was brought in? Is he is handcuffs? Were they put on too tight? Are they treating him like...fucking dirt? Did he get the chance to kiss Rose's belly and whisper words against her shirt? J, did he tell him to 'hang in there,' that he'll take care of them while he's gone? How about phone calls, was there money needed for that? Black coffee...he likes black coffee in the morning. Will he be able to have some? Would they think that it was hash, or something...if I sent him a big bag of it?
It's killing me right now that I'm not with the 'family,' at court.
I mean, what's going on? Did Emmett get to at least eat something before he was brought in? Is he is handcuffs? Were they put on too tight? Are they treating him like...fucking dirt? Did he get the chance to kiss Rose's belly and whisper words against her shirt? J, did he tell him to 'hang in there,' that he'll take care of them while he's gone? How about phone calls, was there money needed for that? Black coffee...he likes black coffee in the morning. Will he be able to have some? Would they think that it was hash, or something...if I sent him a big bag of it?
"You okay?"
I looked up at James and nodded as I took the bottle of beer that he held out towards me. "Peachy," I whispered, moving over a bit so that he could take a seat. "Just...going a bit crazy from thinking too much, you know?"
I looked up at James and nodded as I took the bottle of beer that he held out towards me. "Peachy," I whispered, moving over a bit so that he could take a seat. "Just...going a bit crazy from thinking too much, you know?"
He nodded, sitting down next to me. "Oh, I know."
A couple of hours passed as we talked about insignificant shit. Nothing that required my concentration it seemed, and holy hell was I thankful for that, simply because...I was feeling pretty goddamn good if I do say so myself.
"Let's play our game, B."
I raised a brow. "Our game?"
He nodded. "Truth or Truth."
"Let's play our game, B."
I raised a brow. "Our game?"
He nodded. "Truth or Truth."
I groaned, sitting up. "Boring."
"We could make it interesting."
I narrowed my eyes at his smirk. "And how would we make it interesting?"
"Strip Truth or Dare."
Leaning back — or maybe falling back — I snorted. "You're kidding..."
Playful glare. "I never kid, B. That's one thing that you should know."
"So tell me, un-kidder. Where does stripping come into play with this?"
Leaning back — or maybe falling back — I snorted. "You're kidding..."
Playful glare. "I never kid, B. That's one thing that you should know."
"So tell me, un-kidder. Where does stripping come into play with this?"
He mimicked my position on the couch by crossing his legs and facing me, letting our knees touch. "Well," he started, "If either one of us decides to be a pussy by not answering the truth, or taking the dare...said pussy loses a piece of clothing. Simple."
I shrugged, getting comfortable. "Fine, pussy. Get ready to be naked."
"In your dreams, baby," he replied in a hum, placing my feet on his lap.
Bringing my feet back to me, I rolled my eyes. "Okay, Truth or Dare?"
"Dare."
I smirked. "It's getting kind of warm in here for you, yeah?" He fanned his face, and I laughed. "Alright. I dare you to go next door and knock on your neighbor's door, and as soon as he or she answers, I want you to start singing your little heart out. No hey's...hi's...howdy's, or any of that bullshit in greeting. Just...belch it out. Right there and then."
"Piece of cake."
I grabbed a hold of his wrist and stopped him from standing up. "Now, wait a minute, here. You didn't let me finish, James. The song that you're going to be singing will be 'Changes,' by Tupac."
"You're kidding me, right?"
"I never kid," I mocked.
"No way," he laughed, "I'm not trying to get shot."
I shrugged as he took a seat. "Then take it off, stripper." Shaking my hold off, he grinned as he used that same hand to pull his shirt over his head. My eyes traveled along his chest in some dramatic kind of a way as the fabric was tossed over his shoulder, and when I 'adjusted' myself with a grunt of "Nice," the kid laughed.
"That was your impression of a dude?" he asked, to which I gave him no response as I just...stared at his pecks in fake awe, remaining quiet with pressed tight lips as I tried to stay in 'the mode.' "Alright, so...I'm starting to feel like cheap meat." I laughed at his teasing, telling him to go ahead. "Truth or Dare?"
"Truth."
"Bitch."
I raised an eyebrow. "Tupac says what?"
"Bitch."
I raised an eyebrow. "Tupac says what?"
"Touche," he gave me with a grin as he took a small sip of beer. Keeping his eyes on mine, he leaned over a bit and placed the bottle on top of the table, next to where my own has been for the last hour or so. "Is working as a bar-tender at Eclipse a permanent thing, or is it some part time gig that you're doing to pass the time?"
"I have nothing else in mind," I shrugged.
He raised an eyebrow. "But are you happy there?" Telling him that I was content, I shrugged once again. "No disrespect, yeah?" Placing my arms across my chest, I nodded. "I imagine that the pay isn't too bad, what with you being close to the owners who I'm sure take care of you and the club bringing a lot of people...but is the cash enough to get you by?"
"I'm only taking care of myself, so yeah."
"Alright," he simply replied, done with it.
"Truth or Dare?"
"Truth."
"Are you planning on 'selling' forever?"
He shrugged. "Who knows."
I nodded, leaning over a bit to pick up my bottle of beer. Grimacing after taking a large sip of the warm liquid, I shook my head at his raised eyebrow before I handed it over to him, knowing that the kid would drink the rest of it. "Well, I know that you make good money, so I won't even bother asking."
"You're right, it's killer money, but..."
"But?" I asked as he downed the rest of the beer.
"But?" I asked as he downed the rest of the beer.
"I could make more," he answered, looking at me.
"How so?"
"Eh," James shrugged, dismissing my question, "It's not important right now. I'll bring it up some other time, when you're ready to hear what I have to say about the shit." Before I could ask him to elaborate, he continued. "Truth or Dare?"
"Eh," James shrugged, dismissing my question, "It's not important right now. I'll bring it up some other time, when you're ready to hear what I have to say about the shit." Before I could ask him to elaborate, he continued. "Truth or Dare?"
"Dare."
Leaning back, he grinned. "I dare you to change my mind."
I waited for a clarification, not having any idea of what the hell he was talking about. Pushing myself up from the back of the couch that I was leaning against, I raised an eyebrow at him as he placed his empty beer bottle on top of the side table. "Change your mind, how?"
Leaning back, he grinned. "I dare you to change my mind."
I waited for a clarification, not having any idea of what the hell he was talking about. Pushing myself up from the back of the couch that I was leaning against, I raised an eyebrow at him as he placed his empty beer bottle on top of the side table. "Change your mind, how?"
"My cousin, he told me once that you were an okay kisser."
I snorted. "Andy told you that I was an okay kisser, though?"
"So I guess that what he told me was true, huh?" He grimaced at my dropped jaw, placing his arms across his chest. "That's a shame, B. I mean, you're an overall cool chick, who...if I'm keeping it real...has a pretty nice goddamn gene pool, but to find out that you can't kiss..."
"I can fucking kiss!"
He smirked. "Change my mind then."
"I'm not taking off my clothes, man."
"I didn't tell you to."
"I can fucking kiss!"
He smirked. "Change my mind then."
"I'm not taking off my clothes, man."
"I didn't tell you to."
I narrowed my eyes at him, standing up. He went to follow suit, but I leaned down a bit and pushed on his chest as I stepped up onto the couch to straddle him. Biting his bottom lip, he looked at me as he placed his hands over my hips, his palms rubbing the skin that was visible below my tee shirt and hoodie. "Andy was talking bullshit."
"Was he, though?"
Grabbing a hold of his wrists, I lifted his hands from my skin and placed them on top of the couch that his back was pressed up against, the simple caressing reminding me too much of Edward, whose touch meant something...different. "There's no need for all of that softness, James. Isn't this supposed to be my dare, not yours?"
Keeping his hands where I placed them after I let go, he leaned towards me, but I squashed the control that he wanted with my palms over his chest stilling his advance. Leaning back again, he cocked his head to the side and grinned at the glare that was brewing behind my eyelids. "You're taking this dare of yours to the extreme, don't you th—"
As soon as my lips touched James' and interrupted his words, he opened his mouth in silence, something that I wasn't used to. I froze when I felt his tongue run over the top of mine, the roughness of it...not right. One of his hands went to the back of my neck not two seconds later, and as he pulled my face towards his even more...I grabbed a hold of his wrist and lowered it down to my hip, not enjoying his aggressiveness as I interlaced our fingers together instead, not wanting to hurt his feelings.
Biting onto my top lip, he groaned over my mouth.
Taking the gasp that left my throat as a good sign...
He repeated the bullshit nibble with my bottom lip.
Leaning away from him, I went to tell the idiot that it wasn't something that felt good, that it fucking hurt...but as soon as my lips left his teeth's unforgiving grip, I stopped short, feeling my cell vibrating my ass from its place in my jean's pocket. As he started running his mouth along my neck, I rolled my eyes and brought out my phone, only to gasp in shock as I looked down at the screen. "Emmett!"
"What?"
Using his shoulders, I pushed myself up to my feet as I apologized for the interruption, even though I thought of it as perfect timing. Jumping off of the couch, I prayed for the ringing to continue as I tried to think of how I could answer, of what to say at first. "Just...be quiet for a second," I told the otherwise silent James before I flipped my phone open, not wanting to miss his call if he was in fact, calling me. "Em?" I shook my head at the sound of my voice as I cleared my throat, "Emmett, is it you?"
"Yeah," I heard him whisper.
He paused and I closed my eyes as I lowered my head.
Please don't hang up on me, please don't fucking ha—
"Hey, Kiddo," he continued.
"Are you okay?" I nearly shouted, before I grimaced. "I mean, fuck. Of course you're not okay. I just meant..." I paused, lifting my head to look at James. Pointing at the door, I silently told him that I was heading out, mouthing that I would see him later on. He nodded, the uneasiness that I noticed within his expression not important as I turned around to leave. "I meant...is everything, you know..."
He laughed something light on the other end. "I'm okay, B."
Stepping out of the house, I nodded as my eyes started welling up with stupid tears. "Good," I croaked before I once again coughed to clear my goddamn throat, closing the door behind me as I continued, "That's good, Em. You don't know how happy I am, to hear you say that."
"I wanted to talk to you, before they come and get me."
"I wanted to talk to you, before they come and get me."
"Okay," I whispered, heading towards my truck, "Go ahead."
"I know that I gave you shit this whole time about everyth—"
Stepping inside, I shook my head. "Emmett, it's not a big —"
"I know that I gave you shit this whole time about everyth—"
Stepping inside, I shook my head. "Emmett, it's not a big —"
"No," he interrupted. "It is a big deal. And I'm sorry for that."
"Emmett, it's fine, I understand. Your apology isn't necess—"
"Kiddo," he groaned, "Come on, dude. I'm trying here..."
"Emmett, it's fine, I understand. Your apology isn't necess—"
"Kiddo," he groaned, "Come on, dude. I'm trying here..."
I smiled, shutting the door. "Alright."
"Other than hoping for your forgiveness, I want you to know that I don't blame you for anything, okay? Any single fault that I placed on you, it was bullshit." I nodded, knowing that he couldn't see me as I ran my fingers along my eyes. "I know that I kept on and on about the whole thing, of how I didn't have a sister, but —"
"Other than hoping for your forgiveness, I want you to know that I don't blame you for anything, okay? Any single fault that I placed on you, it was bullshit." I nodded, knowing that he couldn't see me as I ran my fingers along my eyes. "I know that I kept on and on about the whole thing, of how I didn't have a sister, but —"
"Emmett, I get it," I interrupted his hurt, "Seriously, don't be—"
"Bella Swan!" he yelled, "Let me finish my important sentences!"
A quiet snort escaped me as he started mumbling things that I couldn't make out underneath his breath, his frustration with me for once, making my existence. "Okay, I won't interrupt anymore," I whispered when he stopped, "Go ahead."
"What I was trying to say was that, the whole bullshit of you not being my sister was just that. Bullshit. You are my goddamn sister, always will be. And nothing can be done to destroy that. Kiddo, please tell me that you know that."
"Yeah, Em," I whispered with certainty, "I do."
A quiet snort escaped me as he started mumbling things that I couldn't make out underneath his breath, his frustration with me for once, making my existence. "Okay, I won't interrupt anymore," I whispered when he stopped, "Go ahead."
"What I was trying to say was that, the whole bullshit of you not being my sister was just that. Bullshit. You are my goddamn sister, always will be. And nothing can be done to destroy that. Kiddo, please tell me that you know that."
"Yeah, Em," I whispered with certainty, "I do."
"Can you do something for me, while I'm gone?"
"Anything."
"I won't be here for Rosie, so I was wondering..."
"I'll take care of her," I finished, "Of course, Em."
"And when she craves something obscene, just..."
"I'll do it, without a thought, like you would have."
He paused for a couple of seconds, and I lowered my forehead before I placed it over the steering wheel, waiting for him to continue whenever he wanted to continue. "And when her belly starts growing, can you take a few pictures of it for me?"
I smiled at his ways as I closed my eyes. "Done."
"If Rose gets pissed off about something, just —"
"Take it like a little bitch," I finished, "Yep. I so got it."
He laughed. "Okay, good. I'm glad that you got it."
Lifting my head at his amusement as he continued snickering, I narrowed my eyes. "That's cool and all, but don't expect me to sex your woman all up," I replied to his 'I'm glad that YOU got it' with a satisfied grin as I leaned back in contentment, "That's your loss, Em. Clearly, not mine."
"Goddamnit," he groaned, "I'm going to miss that shit."
"I know," I said, losing my up feeling, "And I'm sor—"
"Not your fault," he interrupted, "It's all on me, okay?"
Right, I thought, rolling my eyes. "I hear you, Emmett."
"Hey, when the baby's born, can you uh...you know..."
I smiled at Emmett McCarty's bullshit manly exterior.
"I'll take a zillion pictures and record...everything."
"God, Kiddo....I'm going to miss the shit out of you."
I closed my eyes and shook my head. "Me too, Em."
"Bella?"
"Hmm?"
"Don't be upset about what I'm going to say, okay?" My brows scrunched together as I opened my eyes, the tone of his voice getting my attention. "I don't want you to visit me, while I'm locked up." I was about to protest, but he cut me off. "It's nothing personal, Kiddo. I told Rose the same thing. I just...I don't like the idea of you guys coming up there, it makes me uncomfortable. Okay?"
"So I won't see you until you get out?"
Lifting my head at his amusement as he continued snickering, I narrowed my eyes. "That's cool and all, but don't expect me to sex your woman all up," I replied to his 'I'm glad that YOU got it' with a satisfied grin as I leaned back in contentment, "That's your loss, Em. Clearly, not mine."
"Goddamnit," he groaned, "I'm going to miss that shit."
"I know," I said, losing my up feeling, "And I'm sor—"
"Not your fault," he interrupted, "It's all on me, okay?"
Right, I thought, rolling my eyes. "I hear you, Emmett."
"Hey, when the baby's born, can you uh...you know..."
I smiled at Emmett McCarty's bullshit manly exterior.
"I'll take a zillion pictures and record...everything."
"God, Kiddo....I'm going to miss the shit out of you."
I closed my eyes and shook my head. "Me too, Em."
"Bella?"
"Hmm?"
"Don't be upset about what I'm going to say, okay?" My brows scrunched together as I opened my eyes, the tone of his voice getting my attention. "I don't want you to visit me, while I'm locked up." I was about to protest, but he cut me off. "It's nothing personal, Kiddo. I told Rose the same thing. I just...I don't like the idea of you guys coming up there, it makes me uncomfortable. Okay?"
"So I won't see you until you get out?"
"B, my sentence will be over before we know it. Alright?"
I frowned, missing him already. "Alright. I understand."
"I want you to take care of yourself, you promise me."
"I want you to take care of yourself, you promise me."
"I will," I told him, "Promise me that you'll do the same."
"Done."
"I know that it's practically impossible," I started, rolling my eyes at the dimpled grin that I knew that my next words would produce, "But I want you to behave yourself, Emmett. Honest to God, don't be a fucking smart-ass."
"I won't," he said in complete bullshit. "I'll be good."
"Done."
"I know that it's practically impossible," I started, rolling my eyes at the dimpled grin that I knew that my next words would produce, "But I want you to behave yourself, Emmett. Honest to God, don't be a fucking smart-ass."
"I won't," he said in complete bullshit. "I'll be good."
"Emmett..."
I could practically hear him roll his eyes. "I promise."
"Whatever they tell you to do, you do it," I ordered.
I could practically hear him roll his eyes. "I promise."
"Whatever they tell you to do, you do it," I ordered.
He laughed. "I got it, B. I'm not a slave for nothing."
"You know how dropping the soap goes," I added.
He plain out snorted. "I'm not going to even use soap."
I groaned a "Gross!" before I grinned at his laughter.
It was silent for a couple of minutes while we just...listened to each other's breathing, an act that would irk me if done with someone else, during a different circumstance. But not with my brother, and not right now, at this very second. Hell, man. He was leaving me, and I needed the time that we had left, even if it involved nothing but giving one another what we needed to have to survive...air.
I wasn't going to see those crystal clear blue eyes of his for a long time, and whether they gave me anger or happiness, I didn't care...I didn't regret seeing the last of them at Eclipse, for I have their shiny color memorized. And those dimples that belonged to him, that were a signature part of him...I'll sincerely miss and go through withdrawals from not having around...but, again...their presence within my brain's memory will get me by. Emmett's boisterous goddamn laughter that could be heard from miles away, I'll dream of when I'm going through something hard. The sound will break the nightmare that consists of him being so far away from where he's supposed to be...here.
"I gotta go," Em groaned, breaking me out of my thoughts.
No.
I'm not ready.
I have so much to say.
"Already?" I asked.
"I love you, Kiddo."
I closed my eyes and ground my teeth together, hearing someone in the background telling him that his 'time was up' as my brother told whoever to hold on while he tried to cover the earpiece, not wanting me to hear what I heard. Running my free hand down my face, I nodded as Emmett repeated himself. "I love you too, Em."
"Take care of yourself, you hear me?"
"You know how dropping the soap goes," I added.
He plain out snorted. "I'm not going to even use soap."
I groaned a "Gross!" before I grinned at his laughter.
It was silent for a couple of minutes while we just...listened to each other's breathing, an act that would irk me if done with someone else, during a different circumstance. But not with my brother, and not right now, at this very second. Hell, man. He was leaving me, and I needed the time that we had left, even if it involved nothing but giving one another what we needed to have to survive...air.
I wasn't going to see those crystal clear blue eyes of his for a long time, and whether they gave me anger or happiness, I didn't care...I didn't regret seeing the last of them at Eclipse, for I have their shiny color memorized. And those dimples that belonged to him, that were a signature part of him...I'll sincerely miss and go through withdrawals from not having around...but, again...their presence within my brain's memory will get me by. Emmett's boisterous goddamn laughter that could be heard from miles away, I'll dream of when I'm going through something hard. The sound will break the nightmare that consists of him being so far away from where he's supposed to be...here.
"I gotta go," Em groaned, breaking me out of my thoughts.
No.
I'm not ready.
I have so much to say.
"Already?" I asked.
"I love you, Kiddo."
I closed my eyes and ground my teeth together, hearing someone in the background telling him that his 'time was up' as my brother told whoever to hold on while he tried to cover the earpiece, not wanting me to hear what I heard. Running my free hand down my face, I nodded as Emmett repeated himself. "I love you too, Em."
"Take care of yourself, you hear me?"
"I'll take care of myself if you take care of yourself."
"Like I told you, Kiddo...I'll be okay."
"You better be," I said, "You're gonna be a daddy."
"God," he whispered, "How weird is that shit, huh?"
"Like I told you, Kiddo...I'll be okay."
"You better be," I said, "You're gonna be a daddy."
"God," he whispered, "How weird is that shit, huh?"
I grinned. "A miniature Em or Rose? Weird indeed."
"Alright, fuck! I hear you, already! Stop nudging my masculine thighs with your thunderous ones so that I could finish talking to my sister!" he shouted before he lowered his voice, "Bella, I really gotta go. Big Bertha is glaring at me, and I'm kind of scared of the broad...who, now that I'm thinking about it, might be a dude."
I snorted and Emmett groaned in return as he told me to hurry up and hang up, not wanting to be the first one to do it. "Okay, okay! Be good by listening to your superiors and ignoring your inferiors, behave yourself by not being yourself, I'll take care of your baby mama or get Jake to since she's still pissed off at me so don't worry about anything, do whatever they tell you to do but don't become their little bitch, fucking use the soap...just don't drop i—
"Kiddo," he laughed, interrupting me, "We already went through this."
I exhaled, mimicking his sound. "Yeah, okay, fine. Just...be careful."
"Alright, fuck! I hear you, already! Stop nudging my masculine thighs with your thunderous ones so that I could finish talking to my sister!" he shouted before he lowered his voice, "Bella, I really gotta go. Big Bertha is glaring at me, and I'm kind of scared of the broad...who, now that I'm thinking about it, might be a dude."
I snorted and Emmett groaned in return as he told me to hurry up and hang up, not wanting to be the first one to do it. "Okay, okay! Be good by listening to your superiors and ignoring your inferiors, behave yourself by not being yourself, I'll take care of your baby mama or get Jake to since she's still pissed off at me so don't worry about anything, do whatever they tell you to do but don't become their little bitch, fucking use the soap...just don't drop i—
"Kiddo," he laughed, interrupting me, "We already went through this."
I exhaled, mimicking his sound. "Yeah, okay, fine. Just...be careful."
"I will," he whispered, "But remember, don't...wait...hey! Give m—"
I glared at the screen after his words were cut off. "Fucking Bertha."
I glared at the screen after his words were cut off. "Fucking Bertha."
As soon as I stepped a foot into the kitchen with the idea of getting something to munch on after coming home, I stopped in my tracks. There, sitting on top of the counter, was the inattentive Ms. Leggy Blonde Hair, whose hand was wrapped around my whiskey bottle as she drank out of it.
I clenched my fingers together as I walked over to the table, my keys getting her attention as I dropped them on top of the hard surface. "What...are...you...doing...here?" my narrowed eyes asked her narrowed eyes.
"What am I doing here?" she slurred, "What are you doing here?"
I exhaled my anger with a roll of my eyes, flipping my phone open. Looking through the contacts, I tried to see if I had any missed calls or texts from Edward, all the while wondering what the reason was for finding the trick at our apartment. "I live here, bitch. That's what I'm doing here. Living."
I clenched my fingers together as I walked over to the table, my keys getting her attention as I dropped them on top of the hard surface. "What...are...you...doing...here?" my narrowed eyes asked her narrowed eyes.
"What am I doing here?" she slurred, "What are you doing here?"
I exhaled my anger with a roll of my eyes, flipping my phone open. Looking through the contacts, I tried to see if I had any missed calls or texts from Edward, all the while wondering what the reason was for finding the trick at our apartment. "I live here, bitch. That's what I'm doing here. Living."
Jumping off of the counter, she laughed. "You live here?"
"Alright, look." Walking over to the kitchen door, I pushed it open and held it open, for her. "You can obviously see that Edward's not here, right?" She placed her arms across her chest, so I continued. "Judging from how late it is, I'm going to guess and say that he's crashing at his parent's house for the night. With that said, if you want to get a hold of the kid, I suggest that you call him and leave him a message, or a STD, whatever...it's up to you."
"I'm not leaving," she told my suggestion with a shake of her head as she stumbled over to the table. After placing my whiskey bottle on top of it, she took a seat and shrugged. "Actually, now that I think about it, you leaving sounds like a better idea, at least on your part."
A yawn of boredom escaped my mouth as I headed over to where she sat. After snatching up my liquor when she went to grab a hold of it again, I walked up to the sink and emptied the bitch with gritted teeth, mourning the wasted alcohol. "And why exactly would I leave, hooker?" I asked over my shoulder with a raised eyebrow.
She murmured a "Wellllll..." with a tight grin, trying to hide her cringe when the empty bottle flew over her head. As the glass made it into the trashcan, I mentally high-fived myself. "If I were you, I wouldn't want to be around when your roommate's expecting someone. All that I'm saying is that Edward gets quite loud when he wants to be, that's all."
Taking a seat across from her after pulling out one of the chairs that were around the table, I rolled my eyes at her attempts. "Sweetheart," I mocked her murmur, "The only sounds that I hear coming from his bedroom when you're over here are your sounds, not his."
"Are you telling me that I don't know how to please my man?"
I pursed my lips together at her narrowed eyes. "Your man?"
I pursed my lips together at her narrowed eyes. "Your man?"
The broad nodded, like 'that's what I fucking said, didn't I?'
Oh God, Edward Cullen.
Good luck with this one.
I coughed, hiding my laughter. "Right. Any-who. I'm just making a point."
"And?" she asked, leaning back a little bit, "What's your point?"
"That I'll be just fine staying home. Your sounds don't bother me."
"He makes sounds," she stated in some pissed off type of a way that had me nodding like 'suuuuuuure thing,' as she placed her arms across her chest, "Maybe you're just not listening."
I smirked at her narrowed eyes, leaning back into my chair. "Girl, believe me when I tell you that I would definitely hear the kid if that were the case. I mean, come on. Edward Cullen's groans and moans? How can a broad not pay attention to that?"
"He makes sounds," she stated in some pissed off type of a way that had me nodding like 'suuuuuuure thing,' as she placed her arms across her chest, "Maybe you're just not listening."
I smirked at her narrowed eyes, leaning back into my chair. "Girl, believe me when I tell you that I would definitely hear the kid if that were the case. I mean, come on. Edward Cullen's groans and moans? How can a broad not pay attention to that?"
"What's that supposed to mean?" she spat.
"Take it as you may," I shrugged. "Are you planning on staying over?"
"Take it as you may," I shrugged. "Are you planning on staying over?"
"Edward always begs me to," she shrugged, "So, I might as well."
I raised an eyebrow. "Edward Cullen...begs you to sleep over?"
I raised an eyebrow. "Edward Cullen...begs you to sleep over?"
"Yes."
Standing up, I walked over to the fridge and pulled it open before I got myself a bottle of water. "Well," I exhaled as I took a seat again, untwisting the cap, "That's kind of fucked up, don't you think? I swear, that kid has no manners sometimes."
"What are you getting at?"
"I'm just saying, hooker," I paused to take a drink, "I find it rude that he 'begs' you to stay over, only to kick you out of his bedroom after he's done with all of that 'noise' that you make. I always find you on the couch in the morning, and it's on the living room couch at that."
"Edward has issues with people sleeping on his bed," she started, her shoulders a bit tense, "I would crash on the couch that's in his room, but he once told me that he's always restless during the night, and that he moves around a lot. I think that it's sweet, how he doesn't want his 'behavior' waking me up, or bothering me when I'm trying to sleep." I hummed as I took another sip of water, and she snapped. "What now?"
I shrugged, hiding my grin as I recapped the bottle. "Nothing, really...I'm just trying to think of why he would tell you all of that bullshit. I mean, I'm sure that he's restless at times, but...when I spend the night in his bedroom, the kid sleeps like a newborn baby."
She stood up, dramatically if I do say so myself. "Stop lying!"
"I'm just saying, hooker," I paused to take a drink, "I find it rude that he 'begs' you to stay over, only to kick you out of his bedroom after he's done with all of that 'noise' that you make. I always find you on the couch in the morning, and it's on the living room couch at that."
"Edward has issues with people sleeping on his bed," she started, her shoulders a bit tense, "I would crash on the couch that's in his room, but he once told me that he's always restless during the night, and that he moves around a lot. I think that it's sweet, how he doesn't want his 'behavior' waking me up, or bothering me when I'm trying to sleep." I hummed as I took another sip of water, and she snapped. "What now?"
I shrugged, hiding my grin as I recapped the bottle. "Nothing, really...I'm just trying to think of why he would tell you all of that bullshit. I mean, I'm sure that he's restless at times, but...when I spend the night in his bedroom, the kid sleeps like a newborn baby."
She stood up, dramatically if I do say so myself. "Stop lying!"
"I'm not lying, you prom queen," I laughed, not being able to help the shit. "I'm just trying to tell you that the whole 'restless' part that he's trying to feed you, it doesn't bother me when I'm spending the night in his bedroom. I 'sleep' just fine, if that's what you want to call it these days."
"Bullshit," she hissed, "He would never let you sleep on his bed."
"If you say so," I told her as I stood up to walk over to the kitchen door. After pushing it open, I turned around with a big ass smile. "Well, it was an absolute source of pleasure talking to you, you piece of trash...but my brain cells are begging for me to kill them in some other way. Don't forget to let Edward know that you're here, for I'm sure that he'll rush home only to get his dick wet and leave you stranded soon after."
I snorted at her growl as the door closed in front of me. After reaching the entertainment stand, I turned on the TV before I started walking backwards towards the couch, stumbling a bit in the process with my complete attention on the screen and my fingers on the remote control, busy with channel surfing. "Like I wouldn't be able to recognize Edward Cullen's sounds, pssssssshhhh."
Hearing the front door swing open and hit the wall, my eyes left the TV screen that they were glued on only to see Edward stomping into the living room with a glare that was directed at me. "What in your right mind had you thinking that it was a good idea, that telling Tanya that you sleep on my bed is something that's considered helpful, to me?" he asked my raised brow in an angry whisper, "I mean, come on, Bella! You fucking know how females can get, what with you hopefully being one!"
I rolled my eyes as I returned my attention back to 'The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air,' grabbing a hold of the blanket that was laying on top of the armrest before placing it over my shoulders. "This Tanya that you're currently talking about, fucking irks me. The broad got what she deserved for being here without my knowledge, in my opinion at least."
He walked over to the TV and stood in front of it, blocking my goddamn show as he ran all ten of his fingers through his hair in some nervous as all hell manner. "Well thanks a lot, Bae!" he groaned in a low voice, "This chick's nonstop when she's pissed off about something...and yeah, alright...sometimes it's 'nice' to have her that way, because...you know...sex is kind of cool, I guess..." I looked at him like 'are you seriously telling me this right now?' and he in return huffed, placing his arms across his chest. "My point is, is that I'm fucking exhausted. I don't feel like dealing with her bullshit right now."
"That's your problem, buddy," I replied with a shrug before I started waving my hand around, "Now move out of my way, you douche-bag...you're fucking up my comedy dose. The part's coming up where Will sings that Jennifer Holliday song for Uncle Phil. The kid's performance is all sorts of epic."
Ignoring my seriousness, he looked around the room. Noticing his frantic eyes, I whistled, or tried to at least, and he raised a brow at my sputter. Wiping my mouth free of saliva, I gave the kitchen door a quick nod and he gaped at me. "Are you...she's still here?" he asked in disbelief. "Why the hell didn't you just...kick her out, or something?"
"Edward," I laughed, "She's your company. Not mine."
"Well this is your place too, Bella!" he whisper / yelled.
I pursed my lips together. "You want me to handle this?"
"What would you say to her?"
"Bullshit," she hissed, "He would never let you sleep on his bed."
"If you say so," I told her as I stood up to walk over to the kitchen door. After pushing it open, I turned around with a big ass smile. "Well, it was an absolute source of pleasure talking to you, you piece of trash...but my brain cells are begging for me to kill them in some other way. Don't forget to let Edward know that you're here, for I'm sure that he'll rush home only to get his dick wet and leave you stranded soon after."
I snorted at her growl as the door closed in front of me. After reaching the entertainment stand, I turned on the TV before I started walking backwards towards the couch, stumbling a bit in the process with my complete attention on the screen and my fingers on the remote control, busy with channel surfing. "Like I wouldn't be able to recognize Edward Cullen's sounds, pssssssshhhh."
Thirty Minutes Later
Hearing the front door swing open and hit the wall, my eyes left the TV screen that they were glued on only to see Edward stomping into the living room with a glare that was directed at me. "What in your right mind had you thinking that it was a good idea, that telling Tanya that you sleep on my bed is something that's considered helpful, to me?" he asked my raised brow in an angry whisper, "I mean, come on, Bella! You fucking know how females can get, what with you hopefully being one!"
I rolled my eyes as I returned my attention back to 'The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air,' grabbing a hold of the blanket that was laying on top of the armrest before placing it over my shoulders. "This Tanya that you're currently talking about, fucking irks me. The broad got what she deserved for being here without my knowledge, in my opinion at least."
He walked over to the TV and stood in front of it, blocking my goddamn show as he ran all ten of his fingers through his hair in some nervous as all hell manner. "Well thanks a lot, Bae!" he groaned in a low voice, "This chick's nonstop when she's pissed off about something...and yeah, alright...sometimes it's 'nice' to have her that way, because...you know...sex is kind of cool, I guess..." I looked at him like 'are you seriously telling me this right now?' and he in return huffed, placing his arms across his chest. "My point is, is that I'm fucking exhausted. I don't feel like dealing with her bullshit right now."
"That's your problem, buddy," I replied with a shrug before I started waving my hand around, "Now move out of my way, you douche-bag...you're fucking up my comedy dose. The part's coming up where Will sings that Jennifer Holliday song for Uncle Phil. The kid's performance is all sorts of epic."
Ignoring my seriousness, he looked around the room. Noticing his frantic eyes, I whistled, or tried to at least, and he raised a brow at my sputter. Wiping my mouth free of saliva, I gave the kitchen door a quick nod and he gaped at me. "Are you...she's still here?" he asked in disbelief. "Why the hell didn't you just...kick her out, or something?"
"Edward," I laughed, "She's your company. Not mine."
"Well this is your place too, Bella!" he whisper / yelled.
I pursed my lips together. "You want me to handle this?"
"What would you say to her?"
"I'll just tell her the truth," I lied, letting the blanket fall from my shoulders as I pushed myself up to my feet, "I'll let the broad who should be considered a stage ten clinger know that you're dead tired and that you just want to go night night."
He nodded in an unsure type of a way as I started heading towards the kitchen that housed the tramp, cracking my knuckles as I readied myself for some goddamn action. "Hey," I heard him whisper behind me when I reached the door, "Wait." Looking over my shoulder, I raised an eyebrow at the kid as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants. "Just, you know, don't be mean about the shit, alright?"
He nodded in an unsure type of a way as I started heading towards the kitchen that housed the tramp, cracking my knuckles as I readied myself for some goddamn action. "Hey," I heard him whisper behind me when I reached the door, "Wait." Looking over my shoulder, I raised an eyebrow at the kid as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants. "Just, you know, don't be mean about the shit, alright?"
I huffed. "Edward, come on, give me some credit here. I think that I can handle not being mean." He raised a skeptical eyebrow and I grinned as I told him to shut up. "I got this," I added in a George goddamn Lopez sort of a way, "No worries, yo."
He shook his head, trying to hide the grin that was fighting his lips for an appearance as he practically shoved me into the door with a mumbled threat of blocking Nick at Nite in the morning. Hearing our entrance from her spot at the counter, slut bags galore turned around with a puff-filled smile that was made out of pure collagen. "Hey, baby!"
Edward yawned something so fake that it had me quietly snickering as he stepped up to my side, running one of his hands down his face like the presence of the broad already had him dreaming of sleep. "Tanya, hey..."
When she started walking towards us with her arms held out, the kid's eyes kind of bugged out a bit before he quickly placed himself behind me. As Tanya went to attack him with a hug, I held one of my hands out and blocked her ass with a grimace, paying the glare that it caused no mind. "So, listen...you gotta go."
The chick slash what-the-fuck-ever took a couple of steps back before she placed her hands over her hips that were nearly wrapped in tin foil, what with her jeans looking as if they were painted on. "You can leave now."
I pouted at her hiss. "Actually, Edward doesn't want you here."
He shook his head, trying to hide the grin that was fighting his lips for an appearance as he practically shoved me into the door with a mumbled threat of blocking Nick at Nite in the morning. Hearing our entrance from her spot at the counter, slut bags galore turned around with a puff-filled smile that was made out of pure collagen. "Hey, baby!"
Edward yawned something so fake that it had me quietly snickering as he stepped up to my side, running one of his hands down his face like the presence of the broad already had him dreaming of sleep. "Tanya, hey..."
When she started walking towards us with her arms held out, the kid's eyes kind of bugged out a bit before he quickly placed himself behind me. As Tanya went to attack him with a hug, I held one of my hands out and blocked her ass with a grimace, paying the glare that it caused no mind. "So, listen...you gotta go."
The chick slash what-the-fuck-ever took a couple of steps back before she placed her hands over her hips that were nearly wrapped in tin foil, what with her jeans looking as if they were painted on. "You can leave now."
I pouted at her hiss. "Actually, Edward doesn't want you here."
"What are you even talking about?" she asked at the same time that I snorted at the feeling of Edward pinching my side, apparently disagreeing with how I was 'handling' things. "Of course Edward wants me here."
"What Edward wants is for you to leave. Pronto. Bitch face."
Edward shoved me aside — which was completely avoidable, mind you — before he stepped forward to address the twat who clearly couldn't take a hint. "Tanya, I'm just really tired," he whispered in a low voice that had me mentally slapping my knee in hilarity as I placed my arms across my chest to keep my hands from actually doing it, "Honestly, if you were to stay tonight, I wouldn't be good company."
"What Edward wants is for you to leave. Pronto. Bitch face."
Edward shoved me aside — which was completely avoidable, mind you — before he stepped forward to address the twat who clearly couldn't take a hint. "Tanya, I'm just really tired," he whispered in a low voice that had me mentally slapping my knee in hilarity as I placed my arms across my chest to keep my hands from actually doing it, "Honestly, if you were to stay tonight, I wouldn't be good company."
A pout formed over her injected lips and I grimaced a little bit before I took a quick step back, all the while wondering if her mouth could potentially pop from the strain that it was given and squirt me with chemicals that I had no desire of being squirted with. "But I have been waiting here for you all night long, Edward."
"All night long, huh?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. Getting nothing but silence in answer, I continued. "Well damn on your time being wasted, that blows. Speaking of blows....that bullshit that's in your lips, is it under warran—"
Edward slapped a hand over my mouth. "Bella. Please, shut up."
I shrugged, pushing his arm away from me. "Edward, all that I'm saying is that...you need to let these bitches in on how you like it being done, that's all." He raised an eyebrow, so I clarified. "I mean, if I'm keeping it real, I think that you're being a bit selfish, not letting them know how you like your dick sucked." I turned my attention over to the broad as he pinched the bridge of his nose and lowered his head with a groan. "Dude, go on the internet. You'll have no problem with finding step by step guides. Hell, if I were you, I'd check out the fucking videos. That way, you can get a little somethin' somethin' at the same time, if you get my masturbatin' drift."
"All night long, huh?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. Getting nothing but silence in answer, I continued. "Well damn on your time being wasted, that blows. Speaking of blows....that bullshit that's in your lips, is it under warran—"
Edward slapped a hand over my mouth. "Bella. Please, shut up."
I shrugged, pushing his arm away from me. "Edward, all that I'm saying is that...you need to let these bitches in on how you like it being done, that's all." He raised an eyebrow, so I clarified. "I mean, if I'm keeping it real, I think that you're being a bit selfish, not letting them know how you like your dick sucked." I turned my attention over to the broad as he pinched the bridge of his nose and lowered his head with a groan. "Dude, go on the internet. You'll have no problem with finding step by step guides. Hell, if I were you, I'd check out the fucking videos. That way, you can get a little somethin' somethin' at the same time, if you get my masturbatin' drift."
"You're just making it worse," Edward gritted, "Shut the fuck up."
"Yeah," Tanya spat, taking a step towards me, "Shut the fuck up."
I held both of my hands up in the air and pointed them towards me a few times as if to say 'bring it on, bitch,' and as soon as she took another step towards me to do just that, Edward placed himself in front of my being with a shake of his head. "Just ignore her, T. In reality, Bella's as tired as I am, so excuse her for saying shit that she truly doesn't mean."
Letting a dramatic yawn fall from my lips, I stretched before I wrapped my arms around Edward's waist from behind. "Yeeeesssss, I am tired, actually. Why don't you take me to that bed of yours that no chick ever gets to spend a night on, so that the both of us can 'sleep' in that 'restless' and 'bothersome' type of a way that you always complain about with your sounds?"
Tanya growled something that imitated cats mating before she charged towards me. Grabbing a hold of her waist when she was a punch to the nose away from me, Edward lifted her up into air with a hiss as her fingernails ran down his face. I went to go stomp a bitch for messing around with all of that pretty, but the kid himself held her out of my reach as he led her towards the other side of the room. "You both need to just...take it the fuck easy, for one goddamn minute!"
Wanting to get something for his face, I walked over to the counter, telling myself that Edward was right, that I shouldn't waste any of my energy on her. Hearing the broad's all of a sudden laughter behind me, I shook my head as I grabbed a hold of one of the hand towels that were laying on top of the marble. After wetting it some, I turned around and jumped a little bit in surprise, not knowing that Cullen was standing behind me like a complete creeper, ignoring Tanya's glare from her spot near the fridge. Placing the cloth over his cheek, I rolled my eyes at his whispered thanks before I brought out my cell phone. "Go ahead, man."
He raised a brow, placing his hand over my own. "Go ahead, what?"
Letting go of the towel, I looked at him like duh as I placed my cell against his chest. "Go ahead and call fucking crisis, is what I meant," I answered, giving the lunatic who was now smiling at us a quick nod before lowering my voice, "Serious as a heart attack, I don't know where you find these trailer park stalkers, Edward...but this one that you managed to pick up before trash day? Yeah. You need to 302 her ass. Immediately."
He snorted, tossing the hand towel into the sink. "You might be right."
"Oh God. You're pathetic, you know that?"
"Yeah," Tanya spat, taking a step towards me, "Shut the fuck up."
I held both of my hands up in the air and pointed them towards me a few times as if to say 'bring it on, bitch,' and as soon as she took another step towards me to do just that, Edward placed himself in front of my being with a shake of his head. "Just ignore her, T. In reality, Bella's as tired as I am, so excuse her for saying shit that she truly doesn't mean."
Letting a dramatic yawn fall from my lips, I stretched before I wrapped my arms around Edward's waist from behind. "Yeeeesssss, I am tired, actually. Why don't you take me to that bed of yours that no chick ever gets to spend a night on, so that the both of us can 'sleep' in that 'restless' and 'bothersome' type of a way that you always complain about with your sounds?"
Tanya growled something that imitated cats mating before she charged towards me. Grabbing a hold of her waist when she was a punch to the nose away from me, Edward lifted her up into air with a hiss as her fingernails ran down his face. I went to go stomp a bitch for messing around with all of that pretty, but the kid himself held her out of my reach as he led her towards the other side of the room. "You both need to just...take it the fuck easy, for one goddamn minute!"
Wanting to get something for his face, I walked over to the counter, telling myself that Edward was right, that I shouldn't waste any of my energy on her. Hearing the broad's all of a sudden laughter behind me, I shook my head as I grabbed a hold of one of the hand towels that were laying on top of the marble. After wetting it some, I turned around and jumped a little bit in surprise, not knowing that Cullen was standing behind me like a complete creeper, ignoring Tanya's glare from her spot near the fridge. Placing the cloth over his cheek, I rolled my eyes at his whispered thanks before I brought out my cell phone. "Go ahead, man."
He raised a brow, placing his hand over my own. "Go ahead, what?"
Letting go of the towel, I looked at him like duh as I placed my cell against his chest. "Go ahead and call fucking crisis, is what I meant," I answered, giving the lunatic who was now smiling at us a quick nod before lowering my voice, "Serious as a heart attack, I don't know where you find these trailer park stalkers, Edward...but this one that you managed to pick up before trash day? Yeah. You need to 302 her ass. Immediately."
He snorted, tossing the hand towel into the sink. "You might be right."
"Oh God. You're pathetic, you know that?"
Placing my arms across my chest, I raised an eyebrow. "Am I now?"
The nutcase grinned, pushing herself away from the refrigerator that I planned on having Edward disinfect in the morning. "Everything that you touch, you destroy." My eyes narrowed at her words, and Cullen turned around with a tense jaw, all the while telling her not to start her bullshit. "I mean, look at your brother," she continued, "The kid's been there for you ever since your dad died, and how do you repay him? By locking him up for a couple of years. How very... thoughtful, of you."
Count to ten, Bella.
"And how about your best friend, who's pregnant?" she asked, placing her arms across her chest, "From what I can gather, the girl has always stuck up for you. And here you are, taking away her only reason for living. I find your selfish ways nothing but disgraceful."
Fuck counting...
Math was never my strong suit, anyway.
My fists, though?
Got me A's whenever used, all the time.
Wanting to show the bitch exactly how disgraceful I can be, I headed towards her until I was stopped by Edward, whose fingers found the empty belt loops of my jeans from behind. Giving them a quick tug, the kid pulled me back to where I was standing before. "Tanya, I think that you should...no, I don't think. You should leave. As a matter of fact, fucking leave. Right now."
"That poor little baby is going to have to grow up wondering about their daddy. He or she is going to look at any guy that's put in front of their face like a goddamn trophy, wondering if their daddy acts like him, or if he looks like him, or if he talks like him, or if it is him. After their mommy breaks their hearts by telling him or her that he's not their daddy, that baby's going to wonder why daddy's not around, what he or she did to make him want to leave. I hope that you have fun feeling good about yourself when you watch this whole thing go down, Bella, because you know what? You, their aunt, caused it."
I looked away from her grin when I felt that prickly sensation building up behind my eyelids. Edward's fingers left my jeans not a second later as he walked over to her, ignoring the wink that she gave him as he took a hold of her arm and dragged her out of the kitchen with a growl. As soon as the door slammed shut, I turned around and placed my hands on top of the counter, letting go as I hung my head, trying to just...control my goddamn breathing, the sound becoming too erratic for my ears.
"You're a fucking liar, you whore!" I heard her yelling, the shrillness of her voice echoing through the entire apartment, the pure loudness of it causing my eyes to clench shut, "You probably enjoyed it when your step dad stuck it i—"
The front door slammed shut, interrupting her words.
The nutcase grinned, pushing herself away from the refrigerator that I planned on having Edward disinfect in the morning. "Everything that you touch, you destroy." My eyes narrowed at her words, and Cullen turned around with a tense jaw, all the while telling her not to start her bullshit. "I mean, look at your brother," she continued, "The kid's been there for you ever since your dad died, and how do you repay him? By locking him up for a couple of years. How very... thoughtful, of you."
Count to ten, Bella.
"And how about your best friend, who's pregnant?" she asked, placing her arms across her chest, "From what I can gather, the girl has always stuck up for you. And here you are, taking away her only reason for living. I find your selfish ways nothing but disgraceful."
Fuck counting...
Math was never my strong suit, anyway.
My fists, though?
Got me A's whenever used, all the time.
Wanting to show the bitch exactly how disgraceful I can be, I headed towards her until I was stopped by Edward, whose fingers found the empty belt loops of my jeans from behind. Giving them a quick tug, the kid pulled me back to where I was standing before. "Tanya, I think that you should...no, I don't think. You should leave. As a matter of fact, fucking leave. Right now."
"That poor little baby is going to have to grow up wondering about their daddy. He or she is going to look at any guy that's put in front of their face like a goddamn trophy, wondering if their daddy acts like him, or if he looks like him, or if he talks like him, or if it is him. After their mommy breaks their hearts by telling him or her that he's not their daddy, that baby's going to wonder why daddy's not around, what he or she did to make him want to leave. I hope that you have fun feeling good about yourself when you watch this whole thing go down, Bella, because you know what? You, their aunt, caused it."
I looked away from her grin when I felt that prickly sensation building up behind my eyelids. Edward's fingers left my jeans not a second later as he walked over to her, ignoring the wink that she gave him as he took a hold of her arm and dragged her out of the kitchen with a growl. As soon as the door slammed shut, I turned around and placed my hands on top of the counter, letting go as I hung my head, trying to just...control my goddamn breathing, the sound becoming too erratic for my ears.
"You're a fucking liar, you whore!" I heard her yelling, the shrillness of her voice echoing through the entire apartment, the pure loudness of it causing my eyes to clench shut, "You probably enjoyed it when your step dad stuck it i—"
The front door slammed shut, interrupting her words.
Straitening myself up again, I ran one of my hands down my face to wipe away the weakness that escaped my eyes a few seconds ago before I started heading towards the door. As soon as I opened it, Edward was right there, trying to push me back into the kitchen. "God, fucking move, Cullen."
"No," his glare told my tear-stained cheeks, "Stop fighting me."
One more hard shove gave the kid the opportunity to toss me over his shoulder, the speed of his bending down and grabbing a hold of my waist too fucking quick for me to even think about seeing the move. "Let go of me, Edward!" I cried as he led me out into the living room, "I want to be alone, man! Why can't you just...give me that?!"
"Being alone isn't going to help anything, Bae!" he growled as I was thrown down onto the couch, his hands over my shoulders shoving me back into the cushions when I went to get up. "Just, calm down for a goddamn second, shit!"
"I can't fucking just...calm...down, Edward!" I shouted, returning his narrowed eyes with my own as he stepped up onto the couch, tired of holding me back as he straddled me, relying on his weight and hands over my arms to keep me in place, "God, you don't...you don't understand!" breathe, "All of it...all of th-that stuff that sh-she sa-said," breathe, "It was fucking...true!"
"Shut up," he hissed at my face, pressing his chest against mine as he shoved my hands underneath his knees to keep them from swinging, "You need to fucking breathe," he whispered, grabbing a hold of my chin as he forced me to look at him, "If you don't calm down, you're going to pass out...do you hear me?"
I heard him, I just...couldn't do it.
Something as natural as breathing, it...
Hurt too fucking much, right now.
I couldn't even think about wanting it.
Leaning down a bit, he placed his forehead over mine, the act expanding my throat as it extended my neck. I closed my eyes after he did, pressing me further back into the couch with his chest against my own, the familiarity of his exaggerated breaths slowly bringing me comfort. "Just...feel it, Bae. Take what I'm giving you and make it yours."
My lips found his, unconsciously.
But before they were able to spread apart — with consciousness that wanted to inhale what he had to offer me — he leaned away and pushed me back when my mouth went to follow with his hands against my chest, his eyes searching for something that wouldn't be found within my own with such...deepness. "Bella, what are you doing?"
Uncomfortable with the kid's gaze, I went to lower my head but his fingers went to my jaw to keep it still a second or two before he pressed his lips against mine. Pulling my hands out from underneath his knees as he placed his own against the top of the couch, I reached up and grabbed a hold of the back of his neck to bring him closer, wanting him closer.
Needing even more when I felt his tongue run along mine, my fingers tugged on his hair and as his slightly spread apart lips groaned against my own, I swallowed that shit it. Reaching behind him, he took a hold of my wrists and lowered my hands down to my hips, leaning away a bit only to grin at my raised eyebrow. "It drives me crazy, when you do that."
I went to tell him that driving him crazy was part of the plan but moaned instead as his thumbs underneath my jaw pushed my head back, the feeling of his lips running down the skin that covered the front of my neck too amazing to form words. Beneath his shirt, my hands roamed the strong muscles of his chest and sides for a while as my closed eyes enjoyed his mouth's activity, but all of that was soon stopped with a deep exhale leaving his being and hitting the wetness that his tongue created as my fingers reached the waistband of his sweats. Placing his forehead against mine, he took a hold of my wrists. "I think that we should slow down."
I leaned back and raised an eyebrow. "Slow down?"
"Bella, you're still upset..."
"Bella, you're still upset..."
"Oh, come on, dude," I groaned, running my knuckles against the front of him, "Ple—" A tensely whispered stop hit my face and interrupted my begging as he brushed my fingers away. He went to stand up, but I pulled him back to me a second before I pushed him to the side, his leaving me like a little bitch not a part of my goddamn plan. Swinging my leg over his lap, I quickly straddled the kid and reversed our positions, smirking at the low growl that my assertiveness created as he laid the back of his head against the top of the couch and closed his eyes, his jaw tight as I slammed his hands into the wall behind him. Leaning over him, my mouth paused right above his for what seemed like a solid minute before I sucked on his top lip, it looking too irresistible no to do so. "I know that you like it, Edward...I can feel just how much you're enjoying this."
He groaned as I started nibbling on the side of his mouth. "Believe me, that's not the problem, Bae." I grinned at the kid's noncommittal ways as he lifted his head and licked the area that my teeth played with, his dark eyes on mine as his lips took a hold of my bottom one, returning the favor but adding a hum that practically...
We're still dressed?
Letting go of his wrists, I lowered my hands down to the bottom hem of his shirt, wanting to take it off immediately. As soon as I lifted it from his — too hot to cover — body, I pressed my lips against his and threw the fabric up into the air, only for the piece of shit of come right back down and land on top of our heads. He smirked against my mouth and then laughed at the growl that left my throat as I smacked my temple when I tried to shove the tee away from us. Leaning away from his amusement at my expense, I huffed in nothing but frustration. "It's not funny, Edwa—"
My words were interrupted as he pulled my face towards his, but before I could kiss the kid, his hands on the sides of my neck stopped me from coming any closer. My lips felt like the goddamn desert with how dry they were, so I licked them a bit as I raised an eyebrow at that crooked smile of his that always seemed to do him wonders. "You're fucking adorable."
He groaned as I started nibbling on the side of his mouth. "Believe me, that's not the problem, Bae." I grinned at the kid's noncommittal ways as he lifted his head and licked the area that my teeth played with, his dark eyes on mine as his lips took a hold of my bottom one, returning the favor but adding a hum that practically...
We're still dressed?
Letting go of his wrists, I lowered my hands down to the bottom hem of his shirt, wanting to take it off immediately. As soon as I lifted it from his — too hot to cover — body, I pressed my lips against his and threw the fabric up into the air, only for the piece of shit of come right back down and land on top of our heads. He smirked against my mouth and then laughed at the growl that left my throat as I smacked my temple when I tried to shove the tee away from us. Leaning away from his amusement at my expense, I huffed in nothing but frustration. "It's not funny, Edwa—"
My words were interrupted as he pulled my face towards his, but before I could kiss the kid, his hands on the sides of my neck stopped me from coming any closer. My lips felt like the goddamn desert with how dry they were, so I licked them a bit as I raised an eyebrow at that crooked smile of his that always seemed to do him wonders. "You're fucking adorable."
I narrowed my eyes at him. "Adorable?" He nodded in some distracted kind of a way as his complete attention fell down to my mouth. Anticipating his lip's advance, my fingers that found his hair a second ago tugged on the chaotic strands to pull his head back so that his gaze could meet mine again. "Adorable?" I asked the glare that I earned, running my free hand down his chest, "Is that what I am to you, Edward?"
He groaned my name — the sound so goddamn beautiful — as he went to stop my mission of reaching his waistband, but instead of allowing that to happen, I interlaced our fingers together and leaned back a bit before I placed our joined hands underneath my hoodie and tee shirt. Keeping my eyes on that dark green color as I dragged the kid's knuckles across one of my covered breasts, I bit onto my bottom lip to keep the moan that was dying for an escape from making an appearance. "Fuck, you're sexy."
I grinned at his mumble before I let the sound that I've been holding in go as his other hand went to the front of my hoodie and palmed my breast that wasn't receiving any play. Not needing my fingers' assistance anymore, his own shook them off before his thumb started circling my nipple in an antagonizing slow pace, over my bra. "That's...a whole lot better."
I grinned at his mumble before I let the sound that I've been holding in go as his other hand went to the front of my hoodie and palmed my breast that wasn't receiving any play. Not needing my fingers' assistance anymore, his own shook them off before his thumb started circling my nipple in an antagonizing slow pace, over my bra. "That's...a whole lot better."
As my fingernails scratched the firm skin that they found above his waistband, Edward hissed something so snake like before he quickly lowered the cup of my bra and pushed my breast up, his palm's aggressiveness causing me to throw my head back at the same time that his other hand went to my hips to pull my lower body towards his. As soon as my center brushed up against the obvious bulge that was consuming him, my lips sought his and I moaned against his mouth as he groaned against mine.
And, just so you hookahs know, when I said consuming...
I meant, Jesus Christ, this thing should have a warning label.
His lips left mine when I started grinding against him, a smirk overtaking his mouth at my groan of "Noooooo," that soon turned into "What are you doing?" as his hand over my stomach gently pushed my upper body back, the act leaving me laying down on top of his thighs as I continued straddling him, with my head hanging off of his knees.
And to be completely honest with you people...
I was a bit shocked that I could hold this position.
So much so, that I gave myself a little mental fist pump.
Lifting my head, I laid it over the edge of the table and kept my eyes on his as he kept his own on mine, lowering the zipper of my hoodie with one hand as his other started running along my stomach, the soft touch tickling my skin. Pulling my tee shirt up over my bra after he brushed aside the fabric that was previously covering it, I held my breath and waited for whatever he wanted to do with the offer that I gave him as he slid his hips down a little bit so that his shoulders were the only parts of his that were leaning against the couch.
The kid grinned when the muscles of my lower abdomen clenched in anticipation underneath his fingertips as he let them roam the sensitive skin there, his other hand busy with slowly bringing the cup of my bra that was still in place down. "Relax, Bae," he whispered, his eyes just...on my own, as I felt his thumb running along the zipper of my jeans, teasing its jagged line with infinitesimal pressure that had me licking my lips in 'fucking go ahead and lower it already!'
But — holy hell on now being the wrong time to ask — as soon as Edward went to do what my brain told him to do, I stopped him by placing one of my hands over his. "You uh, locked...the front door, right?"
Because I was in no way getting cock-blocked tonight.
Seriously.
Rolling his eyes at me in answer, he tossed my hand off of his own with a little twist of the wrist action before he started with my zipper. Lifting my hips up a bit after he was done, I took a hold of my waistband and tugged it down until it reached my knees, where he took over in pulling my jeans off as I lowered my ass back down to his thighs. Trying not to laugh at the kid's limited attention span when his gaze automatically went to my boy-shorts as soon as they were available for viewing pleasure, I pursed my lips together as he let the rough fabric fall from his fingers with a mumble of "Jesus Christ, you're wet."
Not at all expecting that, I went to close my legs but he quickly took a hold of one of my knees and told me to keep them spread apart, the lowness of his voice giving me no choice but to listen. Any apprehension that I had vanished with an exhale as his fingers rubbed a straight line down the — light as all hell, it felt like — seam of my panties, and after he pushed the fabric aside...
I inhaled.
That goddamn thumb of his.
"Oh God," I breathed, feeling the grip that his free hand had over my hip as it kept me still when my lower body started moving around a bit, wanting more of the pressure that his lone digit was teasing me with as it laid feather light touches along places that wanted something...harder. "Edward..."
As soon as I noticed that Edward's hand left its spot and started traveling up my stomach, I pushed it back down when the tips of his fingers reached my bunched up bra and shook my head in disagreement, enjoying the pressure that he was giving me there, what with it lacking somewhere else. "Hold me like you were doing a second ago," I told him in a whisper, "I liked it."
"But..."
"Just fucking hold me, Edward. I'm not made out of —" I hummed the word 'glaaasssss' in a long distanced melody as his grip returned to my hip, closing my eyes as I took the kid's earlier intent by running my own palms over my chest. Feeling the groan that he held back, I opened my eyes again only to see that his own were on me, down there...and as he lifted his thumb up to his mouth and ran it across his tongue, I held my breath — in hooooly hell, I honest to God, want this fucking kid right now — before I let it go in a swoosh after his digit met my clit, where its slickness added to its wetness by rubbing slow circles around it.
Prick.
I growled his name and told him to stop teasing me a literal second before I moaned something thunderous and shook something earth shattering as he instantly applied pressure and speed over the bundle of nerves that apparently...
Were more than ready to explode...
As he rubbed it with the perfect amount of hardness...
And the perfect amount of quickness.
Letting go of my tits that my hands were practically squeezing the fat out of, I reached down and grabbed a good hold of his sweatpants, letting my fingers wrap around the baggy fabric that was covering his outer thighs. Using that as leverage, I started rolling my hips against his hand as much as his grip over the bone there was allowing, the added touch(es) making my eyes clench shut as I prayed...fucking prayed...
To not cum yet.
And then all of a goddamn sudden, everything stopped.
Like, stopped.
Feeling that the kid was taking this whole 'teasing thing' a little too far, I opened my eyes — to of course, complain — only for them to widen as I saw him pulling my boy-shorts off with nothing but impatience before tossing the material out into the living room and letting it fall wherever it so chose to fall, his OCD about the shit completely forgotten with a small lick of his lips as his gaze stayed on me. After Edward placed my feet on top of the couch and told me to keep them there, I gaped a bit — I'm not even gonna lie — as he grabbed a hold of my hips and lifted them, the position leaving his head in the middle of my parted thighs.
And when he pulled me towards his face...
"Oh God," I gasped as soon as I felt his mouth against me, just...running itself up and down everything that craved its smoothness, "Oh God," I repeated, having nothing else to say as his teeth found my clit and gave it a few light scratches, "Oh...God!" I cried out when he closed his lips around my bundle of nerves, his soft laughter around it making my legs tremble.
Lip tugging, tongue licking, and teeth biting.
I closed my eyes and just paid attention to whatever the kid was giving me after he moved the hold that he had over my hips down to my lower back, noticing that I was losing the ability to support anything that belonged to me. Running my hands up his thighs, I stopped my fingers frantic activity of pushing and pulling when they reached the solidity that was confined underneath his sweatpants, and when I rested my palms on top of it, he growled something too hard to not enjoy, against me....
And that, my friends...
Is where you can say that I...
Goddamn lost it.
Letting me ride it out with soft back and forth caresses of his parted lips and even lighter up and down strokes of his flattened tongue, Edward kept my thighs spread apart with his hands on top of them as they tried to strangle his being from the pure ecstasy that was charging through my blood.
As soon as I was able to catch my breath, I grabbed a hold of his elbow and tugged on it a bit as I opened my eyes, the feeling of his mouth running along the skin of my inner thigh too much, at this time. Laying one of my arms across my forehead after he lowered me down to his lap, I looked at him and grinned something lazy. "I would so yell at you for smirking, but Christ. Not right now."
"So I guess that it was as good for you as it was for me, yeah?"
Rolling my eyes in answer as he started running his flattened palms up and down my sides, I grabbed a hold of his wrists and let him pull my upper body off of his thighs. Giving the smirk that was slowly disappearing a soft kiss, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders as his own went around my waist. "Thanks, for that."
His tongue peeked out a bit to wet the very center of his mouth as he nodded, and I parted my lips some in response before I pressed them over his, loving the 'barely there' way that his tongue brushed against mine as his hands went to my back and pulled me closer. Leaning away from the kiss when it started showing its urgency, I nodded towards the hallway. "Your room?"
"Are you tired?" he asked in a whisper as my fingers found his hair.
I grinned at his hiss as I pressed my hips into him. "Are you tired?"
"God no," he groaned, standing us up with his hands under my ass.
When we finally reached the closed door to his room, he kicked the bitch open in one smooth shot, his lips finding mine with no problem in the dimness that surrounded us as he walked over to his bed. Keeping my legs wrapped around his waist after he lowered me down onto the cool sheets, I let go of his shoulders and started tugging on his biceps as he leaned over me and placed his hands against the mattress by my hips, urging him to follow as he tried to kick his sneakers off while mumbling something about cock-blocking shoe ties.
Giving up on his efforts a few seconds later as I let go of him and started pushing myself back to get away from the edge of the bed, he grumbled a "Fuck it," climbing on top of me in a hellava nice way as he pressed his mouth against my own when I laughed, noticing that he left one sneaker on. My amusement on the kid's impatience instantly disappeared as his teeth took a hold of my bottom lip, his low growl of irritation making me moan in nothing but appreciation as my fingers wrapped themselves around his hair.
Placing one of my hands over the back of his neck to keep his mouth against mine as it continued learning about what my own liked or disliked and vice versa, my other hand went to his chest and took its good old time running along the muscles that were so nicely formed there.
Feeling my fingers tug on his waistband when they intentionally reached it, Edward's breathing accelerated a bit, and as he laid his forehead over mine after his lips lifted from my own, I pulled on the sweatpants that needed to be taken off, lowering them from his hips. "Bae, wait..." he whispered, using the hand that was against the bed to push himself up as his other one went to my stomach to keep me in place so that I wouldn't follow, "Hold on for a second, yeah?"
"What's wrong?" I asked with my eyes on his chest as it rose and fell, unevenly.
Sitting back so that he was in between my legs, he shook his head. "Nothing..."
"Are you sure?" He nodded. Pushing myself off of the sheets that my back was laying on top of, I let my elbows support my upper body as I raised an eyebrow at him. "So, if everything's cool, then why did you stop me, Edward?"
"I just thought that we could, you know, maybe talk for a little bit."
Rolling my eyes, I sat up on my naked behind. After getting his full attention on my mouth by letting my teeth drag along my bottom lip, I lowered my gaze down to his lap and hid my grin as I saw the slight twitch that my enamel's grip produced. Placing one of my hands over his knee, I let my other palm rest on his upper thigh, and as soon as I ran my thumb across his head and felt the precum that collected there seep through the thin material of his boxers, I gave myself a mental pat on the back. At the sound of him exhaling something deep through his nose as his entire body noticeably relaxed, I lifted my head and raised a brow. "You want to talk, right now?"
Closing his eyes as I slowly and carefully took him out of his boxers, the kid shook his head before he lowered it, placing his palms on top of the sheets that were by his hips. Keeping my eyes on the gratifying features that consisted of Edward Cullen's dick, I wrapped my fingers around him and licked my lips at the visual of his hands turning into fists. "Maybe later?" he rasped.
"Maybe later sounds like a really, really...good idea," I hummed in confirmation, pulling him towards me before rolling us over so that he was laying on his back, next to the spot that he had my own pressed up against a minute ago. After tugging his boxers and sweatpants off, I tossed them over my shoulder as I moved down his legs, officially done with their presence.
I grinned when I reached his feet, keeping my eyes on the kid's sneaker as my fingers worked with the foot that wasn't deemed 'trapped' within said sneaker, taking off its sock. After getting rid of the piece of cloth that's involvement with sexy time creeped me out, I grabbed a hold of the old Nike and gave it a hard yank that in return had me falling back a bit, but with success. "Give me a break," he mumbled as I started climbing up his body with a victorious smile, "There's no reason for you to be all proud about the shit, Bae...acting like I didn't loosen it u—"
As soon as my down below, met his down below...
Uncovered...
We both groaned, the joined sound so...spectacular.
Laying my palms over his chest after the initial feeling of 'that's something new' cooled off a bit, I started sliding myself against him in teeny tiny increments, grinning at the stuttered breath that I felt underneath my hands as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. "Holy sshhhit."
Grabbing a tight hold of my hips as soon as the 'T' left his mouth, Edward stopped my movements as he kept his eyes closed. Having no problem with giving the kid the time that he seemed to need, I held still as I rubbed along his arms to try to massage the tenseness that I felt there away.
After a few seconds, he reached up and grabbed a hold of my neck to pull my face down to his, whispering my name against my mouth as our lips met. "Tell me to stop," he told me in a hardly heard whisper as he started rolling his hips against me, the unhurried pace opposing the grip that his fingers had over the skin of my hips.
Placing my forehead over his, I hummed. "Keep going."
When we finally reached the closed door to his room, he kicked the bitch open in one smooth shot, his lips finding mine with no problem in the dimness that surrounded us as he walked over to his bed. Keeping my legs wrapped around his waist after he lowered me down onto the cool sheets, I let go of his shoulders and started tugging on his biceps as he leaned over me and placed his hands against the mattress by my hips, urging him to follow as he tried to kick his sneakers off while mumbling something about cock-blocking shoe ties.
Giving up on his efforts a few seconds later as I let go of him and started pushing myself back to get away from the edge of the bed, he grumbled a "Fuck it," climbing on top of me in a hellava nice way as he pressed his mouth against my own when I laughed, noticing that he left one sneaker on. My amusement on the kid's impatience instantly disappeared as his teeth took a hold of my bottom lip, his low growl of irritation making me moan in nothing but appreciation as my fingers wrapped themselves around his hair.
Placing one of my hands over the back of his neck to keep his mouth against mine as it continued learning about what my own liked or disliked and vice versa, my other hand went to his chest and took its good old time running along the muscles that were so nicely formed there.
Feeling my fingers tug on his waistband when they intentionally reached it, Edward's breathing accelerated a bit, and as he laid his forehead over mine after his lips lifted from my own, I pulled on the sweatpants that needed to be taken off, lowering them from his hips. "Bae, wait..." he whispered, using the hand that was against the bed to push himself up as his other one went to my stomach to keep me in place so that I wouldn't follow, "Hold on for a second, yeah?"
"What's wrong?" I asked with my eyes on his chest as it rose and fell, unevenly.
Sitting back so that he was in between my legs, he shook his head. "Nothing..."
"Are you sure?" He nodded. Pushing myself off of the sheets that my back was laying on top of, I let my elbows support my upper body as I raised an eyebrow at him. "So, if everything's cool, then why did you stop me, Edward?"
"I just thought that we could, you know, maybe talk for a little bit."
Rolling my eyes, I sat up on my naked behind. After getting his full attention on my mouth by letting my teeth drag along my bottom lip, I lowered my gaze down to his lap and hid my grin as I saw the slight twitch that my enamel's grip produced. Placing one of my hands over his knee, I let my other palm rest on his upper thigh, and as soon as I ran my thumb across his head and felt the precum that collected there seep through the thin material of his boxers, I gave myself a mental pat on the back. At the sound of him exhaling something deep through his nose as his entire body noticeably relaxed, I lifted my head and raised a brow. "You want to talk, right now?"
Closing his eyes as I slowly and carefully took him out of his boxers, the kid shook his head before he lowered it, placing his palms on top of the sheets that were by his hips. Keeping my eyes on the gratifying features that consisted of Edward Cullen's dick, I wrapped my fingers around him and licked my lips at the visual of his hands turning into fists. "Maybe later?" he rasped.
"Maybe later sounds like a really, really...good idea," I hummed in confirmation, pulling him towards me before rolling us over so that he was laying on his back, next to the spot that he had my own pressed up against a minute ago. After tugging his boxers and sweatpants off, I tossed them over my shoulder as I moved down his legs, officially done with their presence.
I grinned when I reached his feet, keeping my eyes on the kid's sneaker as my fingers worked with the foot that wasn't deemed 'trapped' within said sneaker, taking off its sock. After getting rid of the piece of cloth that's involvement with sexy time creeped me out, I grabbed a hold of the old Nike and gave it a hard yank that in return had me falling back a bit, but with success. "Give me a break," he mumbled as I started climbing up his body with a victorious smile, "There's no reason for you to be all proud about the shit, Bae...acting like I didn't loosen it u—"
As soon as my down below, met his down below...
Uncovered...
We both groaned, the joined sound so...spectacular.
Laying my palms over his chest after the initial feeling of 'that's something new' cooled off a bit, I started sliding myself against him in teeny tiny increments, grinning at the stuttered breath that I felt underneath my hands as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. "Holy sshhhit."
Grabbing a tight hold of my hips as soon as the 'T' left his mouth, Edward stopped my movements as he kept his eyes closed. Having no problem with giving the kid the time that he seemed to need, I held still as I rubbed along his arms to try to massage the tenseness that I felt there away.
After a few seconds, he reached up and grabbed a hold of my neck to pull my face down to his, whispering my name against my mouth as our lips met. "Tell me to stop," he told me in a hardly heard whisper as he started rolling his hips against me, the unhurried pace opposing the grip that his fingers had over the skin of my hips.
Placing my forehead over his, I hummed. "Keep going."
He groaned, opening his eyes. "Tell me to stop, Bella."
Sitting up as he continued moving against me, I grabbed a hold of the top of the headboard as my other hand traveled down his stomach. Ignoring his narrowed eyes with my starved ones as I lifted my hips from his a bit, I wrapped my fingers around the tightened skin of his shaft and quickly lowered myself into him, not giving the kid the chance to change his mind and instead, groan my name, long and hard, as he let go of me and slammed his fists against the bed sheets. "Jesus Christ."
Sitting up as he continued moving against me, I grabbed a hold of the top of the headboard as my other hand traveled down his stomach. Ignoring his narrowed eyes with my starved ones as I lifted my hips from his a bit, I wrapped my fingers around the tightened skin of his shaft and quickly lowered myself into him, not giving the kid the chance to change his mind and instead, groan my name, long and hard, as he let go of me and slammed his fists against the bed sheets. "Jesus Christ."
I inhaled at the feeling of having all of him inside of me, placing my other hand on top of the headboard as I used the both of them for leverage. "Edward..."
"Wait..." he clenched his eyes shut, placing one of his arms across my lower back to keep me there when I went to lift my hips, the visual of his other fingers gripping the threads out of the sheets that they were laying on top of making me grin a bit, "Don't move...for a second...can't believe that you...just...did that."
"What?" I asked as his eyes met mine, "You weren't expecting it?"
"Wait..." he clenched his eyes shut, placing one of his arms across my lower back to keep me there when I went to lift my hips, the visual of his other fingers gripping the threads out of the sheets that they were laying on top of making me grin a bit, "Don't move...for a second...can't believe that you...just...did that."
"What?" I asked as his eyes met mine, "You weren't expecting it?"
He grunted, laying his other arm that wasn't holding me still over his forehead. "You're lucky that I didn't come," his glare told my pursed together lips, "You have to warn a motherfucker before you decide to do that shit, Bae. Especially the first time. It's fucking protocol."
I rolled my eyes as I leaned back, placing my hands over his thighs behind me. "Can I move now, Mr. Rules Of Conduct?" I asked, holding onto my moan as he ran his palms down the middle of my chest, the heat that they contained burning my skin alive, "Or is immobility a part of your protocol, too?"
Taking a strong hold of my hips, the kid's green eyes began roaming my body as he started moving me back and forth in some slow and thorough kind of a way, the feeling of my clit rubbing against his skin as he pushed me down at the same time...amazing. "Fuck, you feel so good..."
I let my head fall back at his words and hooded gaze, Edward's pace and control of my body too much to handle as I held my breath, placing one of my hands over his. Hearing him groan something that I wanted to have for his ring tone, I lowered my eyes down to his only to see that his complete attention was on the area where we were connected, and as he started moving me faster...I leaned forward and contributed, resting my mouth over his. "You don't feel so bad yourself, Cullen."
Placing his hands over the sides of my neck as my fingers found his jaw, he lifted my face up a bit and licked his lips at the same exact time that my tongue wet mine before he attacked my mouth with his own in some hungry type of a way that had me panting against his tongue as I started rolling my hips against his...a whole lot harder.
"Edward," I groaned after ten goddamn seconds as I placed my forehead against his, irritated with myself in not being able to control that intense as all hell feeling, for it already reached that point, "Please...God..."
Slowly lifting my lower body away from his own until the head of his dick was the only thing that remained inside of me, Edward smirked at my raised eyebrow after my forehead left his. When I went to ask him what he was doing, the kid lifted his hips off of the bed before he slammed them into mine, his low growls dominating my loud gasps as he continued, the kid's incredibly fast pace making me honest to God feel as if passing the fuck out was a high possibility.
I rolled my eyes as I leaned back, placing my hands over his thighs behind me. "Can I move now, Mr. Rules Of Conduct?" I asked, holding onto my moan as he ran his palms down the middle of my chest, the heat that they contained burning my skin alive, "Or is immobility a part of your protocol, too?"
Taking a strong hold of my hips, the kid's green eyes began roaming my body as he started moving me back and forth in some slow and thorough kind of a way, the feeling of my clit rubbing against his skin as he pushed me down at the same time...amazing. "Fuck, you feel so good..."
I let my head fall back at his words and hooded gaze, Edward's pace and control of my body too much to handle as I held my breath, placing one of my hands over his. Hearing him groan something that I wanted to have for his ring tone, I lowered my eyes down to his only to see that his complete attention was on the area where we were connected, and as he started moving me faster...I leaned forward and contributed, resting my mouth over his. "You don't feel so bad yourself, Cullen."
Placing his hands over the sides of my neck as my fingers found his jaw, he lifted my face up a bit and licked his lips at the same exact time that my tongue wet mine before he attacked my mouth with his own in some hungry type of a way that had me panting against his tongue as I started rolling my hips against his...a whole lot harder.
"Edward," I groaned after ten goddamn seconds as I placed my forehead against his, irritated with myself in not being able to control that intense as all hell feeling, for it already reached that point, "Please...God..."
Slowly lifting my lower body away from his own until the head of his dick was the only thing that remained inside of me, Edward smirked at my raised eyebrow after my forehead left his. When I went to ask him what he was doing, the kid lifted his hips off of the bed before he slammed them into mine, his low growls dominating my loud gasps as he continued, the kid's incredibly fast pace making me honest to God feel as if passing the fuck out was a high possibility.
I mean…
Seriously?
Hot damn.
"Holy hell," I barely breathed as I placed my forehead against his again, closing my eyes as my shortened inhales and exhales mixed in with his lengthened ones, "Edward, I don't know if I can...take it...much longer."
He grunted, keeping up with his pace. "Bella, you need to...fuck...me..."
Uh, can someone tell me what the hell the kid's spittin' about? Because...
I mean...
Hello on him screwing my goddamn brains out. Analyzing Cullen's words?
Yep. Not something that can be done right now. Maybe later sounds cool.
After letting my lower body drop back down to his own, Edward moved his hands to my inner thighs and spread them apart even more. His palms that were left there lifted my ass up into the air again and kept me still, for a second, before he started pounding into me, only now with more goddamn force that had me feeling...everything. "Jesus Christ on your mercy!" I moaned, my eyes wide, "I'm —"
"Shit," he interrupted with a ragged voice, "Come, Bella..."
And as soon as the kid's hips started building momentum...
I came. And with explosion. Like, seeing stars? Mmmhmm.
As my high started disappearing, Edward's movements underneath me grew uneven, but erratic. Knowing that the kid was close, I told him to let me down as my hands went to his chest, to which he did. "You have to get up," he gritted, keeping completely still as I started rolling my hips against him in a slow fashion, opposing his previous speed and energy, "I'm about to...God, don't get up..."
Leaning over a bit as I continued grinding against him, my grin transferred to his cheek as he closed his eyes with a groan. "I'm on the pill, no worries." Kissing my way up to his ear as I placed my hands above the pillow that his head was laying on top of, my chest rested over his. "Come, Edward. I want you to come."
"Fuuuuck me..."
Leaning away at his words, I kept my attention on the kid's face as his breathing stopped, kind of amazed by his lips as they spread apart some with no air coming in, or coming out...three last thrusts into me while I never stopped gave me the opportunity to watch his hooded gaze disappear beneath his eyelids and a light crease form in between his brows...
And after he finished with a heavy inhale, his system's previous urgency was replaced with a sense of relaxation as we both tried to regain our composure, his hands over my ass slowly moving my lower body against his as my upper body just...collapsed.
After a minute of complete immobility, I started laughing...hysterically.
"Christ," he mumbled as my — don't know where it came from, so don't ask — amusement started dying out, "That was..." Placing my cheek against his chest, I looked up at him with a raised eyebrow as he ran one of his hands down his face. "Are you...did I hurt you?"
Leaning away at his words, I kept my attention on the kid's face as his breathing stopped, kind of amazed by his lips as they spread apart some with no air coming in, or coming out...three last thrusts into me while I never stopped gave me the opportunity to watch his hooded gaze disappear beneath his eyelids and a light crease form in between his brows...
And after he finished with a heavy inhale, his system's previous urgency was replaced with a sense of relaxation as we both tried to regain our composure, his hands over my ass slowly moving my lower body against his as my upper body just...collapsed.
After a minute of complete immobility, I started laughing...hysterically.
"Christ," he mumbled as my — don't know where it came from, so don't ask — amusement started dying out, "That was..." Placing my cheek against his chest, I looked up at him with a raised eyebrow as he ran one of his hands down his face. "Are you...did I hurt you?"
I snorted. "Shut up, Edward."
Gritting his teeth from the sensitivity of his sky rocket's departure as he lifted me off of him, he rolled his eyes at my pursed together lips as he dropped me on the empty spot that was next to him. Sitting up with a groan that screamed exhaustion, he ran his fingers through his hair with one hand as his other grabbed a hold of the blanket that was behind my back. I — once again — raised a brow at the kid when he grimaced. "I guess that we should get cleaned up, yeah?"
I closed my eyes with a shake of my head. "That suggestion of yours is definitely not happening, Cullen. I don't know about you, but I can't even feel my bones right now. That sleepy."
He laughed something soft as the covers fell over my body. Leaning over me, I heard him clicking the night light on and as I whispered my thanks with a yawn when I felt the mattress dip a bit next to me, he returned my gratitude with his fingers running themselves along my back. "Night, Bae."
I nodded, drifting off to sleep.
More than fucking spent.
Gritting his teeth from the sensitivity of his sky rocket's departure as he lifted me off of him, he rolled his eyes at my pursed together lips as he dropped me on the empty spot that was next to him. Sitting up with a groan that screamed exhaustion, he ran his fingers through his hair with one hand as his other grabbed a hold of the blanket that was behind my back. I — once again — raised a brow at the kid when he grimaced. "I guess that we should get cleaned up, yeah?"
I closed my eyes with a shake of my head. "That suggestion of yours is definitely not happening, Cullen. I don't know about you, but I can't even feel my bones right now. That sleepy."
He laughed something soft as the covers fell over my body. Leaning over me, I heard him clicking the night light on and as I whispered my thanks with a yawn when I felt the mattress dip a bit next to me, he returned my gratitude with his fingers running themselves along my back. "Night, Bae."
I nodded, drifting off to sleep.
More than fucking spent.
Chapter 28: Confrontation
Tonight is my first time back to work since…
Jesus Christ. I don't even fucking remember.
I've been in my truck for the last goddamn hour, doing...nothing.
Why, you ask?
Well for one, I haven't seen J since that morning after the whole…
'Oh hey...yeah, Emmett shot someone.'
'Wha? Who?'
'Oh you know, his own goddamn Pop.'
'No!'
'Uh, yeah.'
'No!'
'Yes.'
'Shut the fuck up!'
'YOU shut the fuck up!'
Back and forth conversations with myself.
And it's driving me goddamn mad, people.
'No kidding, dipshit.'
See what I mean?
It's been about three weeks since that last time that I saw Rose, who was now returning my avoidance with her own. I have been trying to call the chick, numerous times a day, but this is what I always got;
"Hey, this is Rose," her answering machine would growl, "I can't get to my goddamn phone right now, as you can obviously tell, so leave me a message...UNLESS, this is my so called best friend. If that's the case, then I suggest that you fuck off by not bothering to even THINK about wasting your precious and more than selfish piece of shit time with leaving me a voicemail, for I won't waste my own selfless time on calling you back."
Yeah…I had that bitch memorized.
The broad who was clearly still pissed off at me kept on ignoring my calls and at times, she would pick up and hang up before I even had the chance of calling out her name, which...alright, fine...I'm not even going to pretend that I'm surprised...but, I hated the shit no less.
Edward, Blue Eyes, and the Pix were the only ones who were speaking to me at the moment, and that irked me. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that there's anything wrong with that. Honest to God, I sincerely appreciated all of their help, but...I just felt like my goddamn family left me. High and fucking dry, they just up and disappeared, when I needed them the most.
And I understand to a point, why they're currently giving me the silent treatment, but…Christ. Enough already, you know? Here I thought that Rose and J were the ones who told me to let shit be known, and now, when all of it hit the fan, like I told them that it would on numerous fucking occasions, I'm dead to them?
Nice.
With all of that said, I knew that Rose was planning on making my life a living hell...and of course, I'm upset about the shit, but I just couldn't find it in me to blame her. Like I said before, I had a part of taking away someone who not only meant a lot to me, but meant a lot to her as well. I should have handled it better, in some way.
My thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock. Turning my attention to the left, I offered Paul a small smile that he returned with ease before I rolled the window down, letting him stick his head in to give me a kiss on the side of my own. "What are you doing out here?"
I quickly lowered my gaze down to my lap as I started digging through my bag with a mission. "Nothing, I'm just busy with uh...I've been looking for my...you know..." I cleared my throat as my fingers wrapped around a tube of something, and after I yanked it out from its confinement only to see that it was my chap-stick, I gave myself a mental pat on the shoulder as I ran some across my already moisturized mouth. "My lips are like...so dry. Ick, right?"
He grinned, bending down a bit as he placed his elbows against the window frame. "Right," he replied in some slow and you're so bullshitting me type of a way, "It seems as if that chap-stick must mean a whole lot to you, what with you spending your precious time looking for it, huh?"
"Why do you say that?" I asked my steering wheel as I avoided his gaze.
It has been my goddamn company for the past hour.
So I might as well include it, you know what I mean?
"Because I'm a bouncer who has the duty of watching the club and the parking lot," I heard him answer after a few seconds, "Because I've been standing by that door for the past forty five minutes, wondering why the hell your truck was here while you weren't, only to notice not fifteen minutes ago that you were indeed here yet not at the same time, if you know what I'm saying." I grimaced, meeting his eyes. "I mean, I get it that chicks love their makeup and shit, but I never pegged you for the type who would spend that much time searching for something that took you a literal second to find when I showed up."
Shaking my head, I lowered it. "I know, I'm retarded."
After unlocking the door, he pulled it open and kneeled down, patting my thigh as he silently told me to turn around in my seat so that I was facing him. Doing that, I met his dark brown eyes as I let my feet hang. "Listen, B. I didn't call you these past few weeks only because I didn't want to bring it up, feeling that it was a bad time for you...but, I know what happened."
I nodded for him to move aside and when he did, I jumped out of my seat and hit the lock before I closed the door behind me. "Thanks for giving me time, but..." I shrugged, "It's not a big de—"
"Yeah, B," he interrupted, "I know. It's not a big deal." Reaching out, he lifted my hoodie over my head with a roll of his eyes. "It's never a big deal for you." Not wanting him to feel some type of a way towards my brother, I went to tell him that he wasn't the one who should be blamed for this mess, but as soon as Emmett's name came out of my mouth, Paul pushed my shoulder. "No. Don't even try to talk to me about how it was your fault. I don't want to hear it."
"But it wa—"
So I might as well include it, you know what I mean?
"Because I'm a bouncer who has the duty of watching the club and the parking lot," I heard him answer after a few seconds, "Because I've been standing by that door for the past forty five minutes, wondering why the hell your truck was here while you weren't, only to notice not fifteen minutes ago that you were indeed here yet not at the same time, if you know what I'm saying." I grimaced, meeting his eyes. "I mean, I get it that chicks love their makeup and shit, but I never pegged you for the type who would spend that much time searching for something that took you a literal second to find when I showed up."
Shaking my head, I lowered it. "I know, I'm retarded."
After unlocking the door, he pulled it open and kneeled down, patting my thigh as he silently told me to turn around in my seat so that I was facing him. Doing that, I met his dark brown eyes as I let my feet hang. "Listen, B. I didn't call you these past few weeks only because I didn't want to bring it up, feeling that it was a bad time for you...but, I know what happened."
I nodded for him to move aside and when he did, I jumped out of my seat and hit the lock before I closed the door behind me. "Thanks for giving me time, but..." I shrugged, "It's not a big de—"
"Yeah, B," he interrupted, "I know. It's not a big deal." Reaching out, he lifted my hoodie over my head with a roll of his eyes. "It's never a big deal for you." Not wanting him to feel some type of a way towards my brother, I went to tell him that he wasn't the one who should be blamed for this mess, but as soon as Emmett's name came out of my mouth, Paul pushed my shoulder. "No. Don't even try to talk to me about how it was your fault. I don't want to hear it."
"But it wa—"
"It wasn't," he stated with assurance, grabbing a hold of my hand before leading us towards the front door, "Bella, just dismiss that shit from your mind. If someone in there wants to give you a hard time, you should ignore their ass, because that's bull that you don't need right now."
I nodded as we reached the entrance, appreciating his words but then again, knowing that I couldn't really believe them. "Thanks, Paul...you know, for everyth—"
He groaned, looking at me like I was sick. "B, really, dude. Stop with all of that sappy bullshit, please. It's something that I can't handle, especially when it comes from you, the chick who always told my, and I quote, 'young and pesky ass' to 'rub some dirt in it,' back in the day. You're honestly creeping me the hell out right now, with all of this gratitude-ish behavior."
I couldn't help my grin as I gave his cheek a few light slaps, and he winked at me in return after pushing my hand away from his face. "Hang in there, alright?" I nodded, telling him I would as he held the door open for me. As soon as I stepped inside, he grabbed a hold of my arm and I looked over my shoulder with a raised eyebrow. "In addition to all of that, I want you to keep in mind that...I love you, B. More than you'll ever know."
Rolling my eyes at the deepness of his voice when he whispered the 'more than you'll ever know,' I shook my head at the moron as I yanked my arm out of his hold. "I'd love to leave you with one thought, but I'm pretty sure that you'd have no place to put it, what with that brain of yours still developing."
He grinned something wide, turning his attention to the random dude who was standing in line, patiently waiting to come in. "And that right there, is why she's my fucking girl," Paul told him in some proud type of a way that had me rolling my eyes as he gave me a quick nod, pointing my presence out to a person who probably wasn't interested in it. "I've been telling you douche-bags, night in and night out, to find a decent broad who can put you in your place and at the same time, look good while doing it, but noooooo...no one fucking listens to me. I'm sure that some of you idiots could have a chick like my friend here if you'd get your heads out of your asses...but again, nooooooo...wasting your goddamn energy with all of these regulars bitches, pssh."
"Sooo...does that mean that she's fair game?"
"Fuck no," Paul quickly answered in a growl, denying the random dude entrance as he pointed at the parking lot with one hand, using his other one to push him away from the door that he was standing in front of, "Get lost."
Turning around without a word, I left the kid who was probably born in a cave at the door. Making my way through the crowd, I noticed Jake standing behind the bar as he talked to Jasper, who was sitting down on the other side, sipping on his Corona. Lowering my head when the both of them turned their attention to the dance floor, I avoided all eye contact as I headed towards the back room to clock in.
Bumping into someone when I reached the darkened hallway, I quickly lifted my head so that I could apologize but as soon as I was met with a glare from the broad who basically deleted my existence, the words died in my chest. "Rose."
I nodded as we reached the entrance, appreciating his words but then again, knowing that I couldn't really believe them. "Thanks, Paul...you know, for everyth—"
He groaned, looking at me like I was sick. "B, really, dude. Stop with all of that sappy bullshit, please. It's something that I can't handle, especially when it comes from you, the chick who always told my, and I quote, 'young and pesky ass' to 'rub some dirt in it,' back in the day. You're honestly creeping me the hell out right now, with all of this gratitude-ish behavior."
I couldn't help my grin as I gave his cheek a few light slaps, and he winked at me in return after pushing my hand away from his face. "Hang in there, alright?" I nodded, telling him I would as he held the door open for me. As soon as I stepped inside, he grabbed a hold of my arm and I looked over my shoulder with a raised eyebrow. "In addition to all of that, I want you to keep in mind that...I love you, B. More than you'll ever know."
Rolling my eyes at the deepness of his voice when he whispered the 'more than you'll ever know,' I shook my head at the moron as I yanked my arm out of his hold. "I'd love to leave you with one thought, but I'm pretty sure that you'd have no place to put it, what with that brain of yours still developing."
He grinned something wide, turning his attention to the random dude who was standing in line, patiently waiting to come in. "And that right there, is why she's my fucking girl," Paul told him in some proud type of a way that had me rolling my eyes as he gave me a quick nod, pointing my presence out to a person who probably wasn't interested in it. "I've been telling you douche-bags, night in and night out, to find a decent broad who can put you in your place and at the same time, look good while doing it, but noooooo...no one fucking listens to me. I'm sure that some of you idiots could have a chick like my friend here if you'd get your heads out of your asses...but again, nooooooo...wasting your goddamn energy with all of these regulars bitches, pssh."
"Sooo...does that mean that she's fair game?"
"Fuck no," Paul quickly answered in a growl, denying the random dude entrance as he pointed at the parking lot with one hand, using his other one to push him away from the door that he was standing in front of, "Get lost."
Turning around without a word, I left the kid who was probably born in a cave at the door. Making my way through the crowd, I noticed Jake standing behind the bar as he talked to Jasper, who was sitting down on the other side, sipping on his Corona. Lowering my head when the both of them turned their attention to the dance floor, I avoided all eye contact as I headed towards the back room to clock in.
Bumping into someone when I reached the darkened hallway, I quickly lifted my head so that I could apologize but as soon as I was met with a glare from the broad who basically deleted my existence, the words died in my chest. "Rose."
"Rosalie."
I raised an eyebrow at her full name. "What?"
I raised an eyebrow at her full name. "What?"
"My friends call me Rose," she told me, like take that.
"Wow," I silently laughed, "Okay. Point taken."
"Good," she tensely replied, "Now if you'll excuse me..."
And, dismissed.
I stepped to the side, raising my hands up into the air.
It's going to be one long motherfucking night, it seems.
After taking too much time with 'clocking in,' I headed out of the small room that I wanted to hide in for the remainder of my shift, berating myself for not listening to Sam when he insisted that I should take a break from work, knowing that it'll still be here when I'm ready to come back. As I was walking up to the bar, someone grabbed a hold of my arm from behind, making me jump a bit. Turning around, I exhaled a sigh of relief when I saw who it was. "Hey, Blue Eyes."
He smiled, easing my nerves as he gave my arm a soft squeeze before letting go of it. "I didn't know that you were coming back to work tonight."
"Yeah," I shrugged, "It's about time, you know?"
He agreed by humming before he gave the crowd a quick nod, placing his arms across his chest. "So it's pretty busy tonight, yeah?" I raised an eyebrow at his 'let's start a random conversation so that I can avoid what I really want to say' bullshit. "It looks as if you guys are going to have your hands full, that's for sure."
I rolled my eyes at the kid's nervous laughter of 'that's for sure,' placing a hand over my hip. "Jasper, do me a solid and just cut the shit. What's up?"
He grimaced. "Was I that obvious?"
"Did you ever take acting classes?"
Scrunched together brows. "No..."
I grinned, slapping his arm. "No worries, then. Money wasn't wasted."
"Am I supposed to take that as a compliment, Brown Eyes?" he teased...
To which I quickly returned with a smirk. "Take it as you wish, lover boy."
He laughed, lowering his head. Looking out into the dance floor, I placed my arms across my chest as I waited for him to talk to me about what he stopped me for. "So, listen..." he started after a couple of seconds, bringing my attention back to him, "If anyone gives you shit, just —"
I waved one of my hands in front of his face as I interrupted. "Ignore it, Bella," I finished in what I called a 'Jasper Whitlock voice.' "Yeah, man. I got it. No worries."
He nodded, trying to hide his grin. "But, if they do, —"
"You let me know, dude...and I'll fucking handle it with the pistol that I once aimed at your head," I finished again as I lowered my voice to imitate his, "I ain't scared to shoot that bitch ass." He rolled his eyes, and I snorted. "Got that, too."
"Another thing," he continued, causing me to groan as I looked away. Bringing my face back to his with one of his fingers underneath my chin, he narrowed his eyes at me in some playful type of a way. "I don't sound like that, so quit finishing my goddamn sentences. After all, my name's Jasper Whitlock, not Edward Cullen."
I narrowed my eyes at him in a not so playful type of a way as I leaned away from the kid a little bit, placing my arms across my chest. "And what is that supposed to mean?"
He leaned down and kissed my forehead. "Take it as you wish, lover girl."
I pursed my lips together as he walked away from me, all 'suave' and whatnot with his unnecessary strutting. "I taught you so fucking well, my young grasshopper, you!" I shouted over the music, "It's like, I should get paid for this shit!"
The slight bounce in his pimp step stopped but he continued on his way, only now gifting my statement the middle finger as he raised one of his hands up into the air, over his shoulder. I laughed as I started backing away, until that is...I remembered that I was one hell of a clumsy motherfucker. Turning around so that I can actually see where I was going, I headed towards the bar.
Ignoring the glares that Rose was throwing at me, I continued taking orders. I wanted nothing more than to avoid the goddamn elephant that was in the room. Elephant, being Rose...but, don't ever tell her that I called her that shit, for the way that she was treating me now would only worsen.
As things started quieting down, I leaned against the counter that I was working on, hoping that it would stay like this so that I could get some down time, just for a couple of minutes, or so. Feeling someone nudge my shoulder, I looked over to my right and raised an eyebrow at J, who gave me a small smile before his attention went to whoever was behind me. "What will it be?"
Taking the glass from him, I mixed the drink. "You're talking to me?"
He frowned as he slid the drink across the counter, and I shrugged as I took the broad's cash, ignoring the way that her fingers slid across mine in the process. "Why wouldn't I be talking to you, Bells?" he asked, following me over to the cash register.
"You didn't know?" I asked, "It's the new thing around here."
"Well I'm not into following other's footsteps."
I nodded, shutting the cash drawer shut with my hip as I counted the money that was in my hands, making sure that it was correct. After walking over to the counter, I went to hand the broad her change but she told me to keep it. Looking down at the two tens and the five ones, I snorted before returning my attention back to her. "Just so you know, hookah...dick and me go waaaaay back." I raised an eyebrow at the grimace that formed over her features at my words. "Still feeling generous?"
She shrugged, holding her hand out. "Worth a try, for your fine ass."
"That you'll never get a piece of," I finished, winking at the mock pout that she gave me as I handed her the cash, "But...if you're interested," I nodded towards an oblivious Rose, whose back was facing us as she helped one of her customers, "That tail over there? Definite free game."
"Is that so?" she hummed, appraising her new target.
"So."
Standing up, she adjusted her ta ta's. "Fresh meat..."
"That's ready to be cooked," I finished with a smile that she returned with a wink before walking away, shouting a 'thanks, girl!' that had me snickering as I turned around to lean against the counter, only to yelp when I found J standing right in front of me with his arms across his chest. "Jesus Christ on your stalker tendencies," I hissed, smacking his shoulder, "I almost shit myself!"
"Why did you think that I wasn't talking to you?"
"Because you haven't."
He rolled his eyes as he let his arms drop down to his sides. "Let me guess," he mumbled, "Em's being an asshole, who's taking it out on you."
"Along with Rose," I added before I corrected myself with a dramatic sigh of disappointment, "Or shall I say...Rosalie." He raised an eyebrow at me, and I shrugged as I lowered my head, acting as if I didn't care. "It's whatever."
Grabbing a hold of my elbows, Jake pulled me in for a tight hug, wrapping his arms around my shoulders as he kissed the top of my head. "Bells, just give her some time. You know how Rose is, with her goddamn 'silent treatment.' She will get over it, eventually."
Wrapping my arms around him, I nodded in uncertainty. "I hope so."
Wrapping my arms around him, I nodded in uncertainty. "I hope so."
As the night continued, it seemed to just got busier and goddamn busier. We were up to our asses with drink orders that I didn't even realize that Edward and Carlisle showed up, but there they were, sitting on the Pixie's side of the bar, listening with amusement to what she was animatedly talking about while she waved her hands up in the air, looking as if she was getting ready for take off. Noticing the busted bottom lip that the kid was sporting and the bruised eye that was half shut, I shook my head as I grabbed two Miller Lites from the fridge.
Reaching the human butterfly, I nudged her to the side as I uncapped the bottles, ignoring Edward's crooked smile as one of his eyes met the both of mine. "Take my side?" After giving my cheek a kiss and telling her man's cousin to 'think about it,' she started backing away from where I was standing. "So," I started in a sarcastic tone, "You look good."
He smirked, grabbing the bottle that I slid to him. "Don't I always?"
Leaning against the counter, I raised an eyebrow at Carlisle as I handed him his beer. "Pop, tell me something that I've been dying to know about, yeah? How in the hell did you get by without becoming an alcoholic, dealing with this kid's arrogance when he was a teeny bopper?"
The man grinned, placing the bottle that he was holding on top of the counter. "Bambina, don't look at me like that," he started as he leaned back in his chair, "I didn't find out about what happened until I saw the kid come by the house this morning, looking like a proud jackass with a smile over that busted up mouth of his. If I would have known, I would have stopped it before it even started."
I rolled my eyes before I narrowed them at Edward. "How'd it go?"
"It went well," he replied with a shrug before taking a sip of his beer.
"It went well?" I plain out laughed.
"Yep," the moronic prick confirmed.
I shook my head before I leaned forward, letting the counter support my upper body as I grabbed a hold of the kid's chin to examine his bruised eye. "Well I can see that it went real well, but can you, you dip-shit?"
His attention traveled down to my mouth. "I can see perfectly fine, Bae."
"You have no shame, dude," I chastised, pushing his face away, "At all."
"How are you holding up, sweetheart?" Pop asked as Edward shrugged.
Forcing a smile across my face, I mimicked his son's nonchalance with the same gesture that he gave me a second ago with an "Eh, you know how it is." He raised an eyebrow at me, not knowing how it is it seemed, so I clarified in a lie. "No worries, Carlisle...I'm good. It's like, look at me, right? I'm a goddamn survivor, Destiny's Child style. In fact," my nervousness continued, ignoring Edward's cough of trying to rid his amusement, "I was asked to be in their video, but I had to shut it down with a 'thanks, but no thanks, Beyonce,' only because I uh...didn't want to deal with the paparazzi."
Sitting up, he nudged Edward's shoulder with a grin, keeping his eyes on me. "Tell me something, son. Has our Bambina always been this bad at lying?" Cullen Jr snorted at my glare, leaning back into his chair as his Pop shook his head. "Honestly, was I supposed to believe that?" he asked me, "Because, I mean...come on, Bella. That was...horrible."
I rolled my eyes. "Oh, don't be such a hater, Pop," I started, "Unless, of course, you don't mind being charged for the free drinks that I offer you here..." I paused, only to laugh at the gasp of mock horror that left his being. "And, I should also mention...since you don't have any knowledge of it, what with my endless goddamn generosity...it can get pretty pricey at this joint. But, you know what, though?" I asked, cocking my head to the side, "I don't think that you'll have any problem with picking up the tab now that it crosses my mind, simply because you're...you know...rolling in dough...doctor."
He kept his eyes on mine as he addressed Edward. "Is she mocking me, son?" he asked, grinning at my pursed together lips as I tried to hold back, "I can never tell when this one is being serious, or not."
The kid shook his head as he patted Pop's back. "Unfortunately, you'll get used to it with time, dad. If I were you, though...I'd stay as far away from her sarcasm as I could. At the end of having a conversation with this broad, you find yourself mentally exhausted, trust me."
"Well, well, well! Look at who we have here! My goddamn future wife!"
Immediately recognizing that voice, my jaw dropped as I looked over my shoulder. "No shit!" I shouted in total shock as I slowly turned around, watching him jump over the counter that J was standing behind with a smile, shaking his head as he continued working. "Are you serious right now!?"
He grinned as he starting walking over towards me, but screw that calmness...I ran up to him and jumped on his ass, ignoring his grunt of oomph as I wrapped my legs around his waist. "Jesus Christ, you idiot!" I continued, more than excited, "Where the hell have you been all my life!?"
With a laugh that made me want to just...choke up from its familiarity, the kid who has been gone for way too long leaned back a bit to meet my gaze. At the seriousness that I found within his own, I raised a nervous brow, hoping that his sudden appearance had nothing to do with something going wrong. "Make my dreams come true by telling me that you're still single, B..."
I rolled my eyes, looking over his face. "God, you asshole. I missed you."
"So...is that a yes, I am single and more than ready to mingle?"
Laughter. "Now, you know that I don't do relationships, my Sethie Poo."
He pouted, lowering me down to the floor. Placing his hands over my shoulders, he pushed me back a bit and I rolled my eyes as his own started traveling along my body in some studious type of a way, one of his fingers tapping his chin in thought. "Come on, you know the drill, I need to see if my standards are met." Lifting my arms, I performed a spin that according to him, needed to be slow. "Good," he nodded with a satisfied clap after a few seconds, "Keep it up, girl scout. I'm still liking it."
I couldn't do anything but laugh and shake my head when Seth walked away from me as soon as he finished giving me my 'results,' like some porn director who just dismissed my porn star ass. Keeping my eyes on the kid when he reached Rose, I grinned as he gave her a quick kiss on the lips before nudging her away with a "Get the fuck lost," taking care of one of her customers while she headed towards Jake's side with a grin that she couldn't hide. "What can I get for you, buddy?"
And that is why I fucking loved his ass.
Just like old times.
Remembering that it's been awhile since boss dude number two swung by the club, I called out his name. He looked over his shoulder with a raised brow, handing the customer that he was helping a Coors Light as I started my introductions with Pop and Mike Tyson. "Those two are Carlisle and Edward. Pay the busted up lip no attention, for he deserved it." Ignoring the glare that I received from that declaration, I continued. "That over there is the new broad, Pixie. Acts as if she's on some kind of uppers, but rest assure...according to the drug test that I requested after she was hired, she's won't be joining Amy Winehouse in rehab. Dude who she's currently eye fucking, he goes by Jasper. Garth Brook posters dominated his teenage styled bedroom before I took over it, immediately squashing his fan-boy tendencies."
Turning to the side, Alice laid a hand over her hip as she placed one of her legs in front of the other one, all showcase-like as the stance made her 'appear' elegant. "I was not eye fu—screwing him, Bella Bo—Bella."
Oh. I see what's up...
The bitch is trying to act all professional for one of the owners.
How...cue gag...cute.
Turning around, Seth leaned against the counter with his arms across his chest and spent a full minute of just...looking at Pixie, in complete silence. Breaking out of whatever he was 'seeing' as I walked up to him, he shook his head. "Did the broad just say eye screwing, or is the alcohol that I consumed earlier messing with my 20/20 hearing?"
The snort that left my throat nearly choked my ass. "First of all, it's 20/20 vision, you microwavable fuck-tart." The college graduate shrugged at my correction, keeping his attention on Alice as I mimicked his stance by placing my arms across my chest. "And, no...the usual liter of vodka that you probably have on an IV drip didn't catch up to you yet, for you heard what you heard."
He raised an eyebrow at me. "I mean, you trained her, right?"
"I did," I answered in a frown that was filled with disappointment.
"Well," he exhaled before shaking his head, "This sucks balls."
The Dust narrowed her eyes at the back of their heads as Rose and Jake's shoulders started shaking with silent laughter, the both of them leaning against each other as they tried to control their body's internal hilarity of the situation. "Is there a fucking problem here?"
Seth laughed something boisterous as he high-fived the air. "Now that right there, is what I'm talkin' 'bout!" After telling our DJ to turn down the music, he raised one of his hands up in the air to get everyones attention, completely ignoring my growl of embarrassment as I quickly lowered my head when he pointed at me. "I want to take a second and publicly apologize to the broad whose face is currently turning red, for I doubted her skills of creating an Eclipse bartender! Bella Marie Swan, I am sorry for not knowing better!" And, slap on the ass. "Thatta girl, making me so goddamn proud!"
I went to punch him, but he quickly jumped out of my fist's way with a grin and walked over to Pixie, who yelped in surprise as he picked her up. "My name's Seth, AKA Seth," he 'introduced' himself, hugging the shit out of her before lowering her down to floor. "Hmmm," sniff of the air, "I sense a little, oh I don't know, competition...with you and my second soon-to-be wife?"
"What kind of business do you run here, sir?" she teased, earning herself a little wiggle of the brows from Seth as he ate that shit right up, "But, to answer your question...if your second soon-to-be wife goes by the name of Rose, then yes, you sensed right. It's quite hard as times, I must admit."
"I bet," he laughed, receiving a wink from the devil herself. "I mean, it's Rose who we're talking about here. The chick's a pure bred fire crotch. I didn't hire her for nothing."
"Are you kidding?" I scoffed, "Rose pr—" Stopping when I caught the glare that her eyes burned me with, I corrected myself, "I mean, Rosalie...she practically welcomed her in with open ar—"
"Woah!" Seth interrupted with narrowed eyes, "Stop right there." Cursing my existence when he started walking over to me, I lifted my hoodie and placed it over my head as Rose's attention went to one her customers who was waiting for a drink. "Rosalie?"
Ignoring his perplexity, I turned around and walked over to my side of the bar, not wanting to address the 'elephant' that I was talking about earlier. Seth grabbed a hold of my arm from behind when I went to take an order, telling one of my regulars to hold up for a second as he placed himself in front of me. "Full name basis, though?"
I lowered my head. "Can I take my break?"
"You're asking me if you can take a break?"
I lifted my gaze up to his. "Well you are my boss!" I snapped.
His jaw dropped. "Wait. Did you just refer to me as your boss?" I rolled my eyes as I looked away from him, the desired avoidance lasting only a second or two as his hand underneath my chin brought me back. "Tell me what the hell's going on here, B."
"Another time?" I asked, brushing his fingers away, "Please?"
He hesitated, but nodded. "Everything is okay though, right?"
"I promise that we'll talk about...it, later," I offered instead.
After he agreed, I thanked him with a quick hug that he in response to rolled his eyes at, telling me to "Go take a break before I fire your fine ass for referring to me as your goddamn boss." Walking outside, I took a seat on the curb and ran my hands down my face.
If Seth finds out…no, fuck that. When Seth finds out about what took place that night, it's absolutely going to devastate the kid. He cares way too much for the people who are involved in his life, and even then, the kid welcomes anyone who isn't a part of us with open arms.
Placing the back of my hand in front of my face when bright headlights interrupted my thoughts by shining into my eyes, I squinted as I tried to see who the hell decided to park right where I was seated. Blinking, I pushed myself up to my feet to get a better look as what practically blinded me a second ago turned off.
Emmett.
This night is just getting better and goddamn better.
Placing my arms across my chest as I stood in front of the Jeep, I watched as all four doors swung open. The one dude who stepped out of the passenger's side looked like one of those crazy motherfuckers who couldn't fight for shit, but...would have no second thought in slicing a bitch's throat with a machete. The next one was medium built with tan skin, while the kid who was sitting next to him in the back could have easily passed as a linebacker, what with his broad as all hell shoulders that needed their own zip code.
My arms dropped down to my sides from the abruptness of his advance when Emmett walked right up to me, seemingly taking enjoyment out of my shock as he gave my quick step back a wide grin. "Well, if it isn't Bella!" he unnecessarily shouted, causing me in return to roll my eyes at his theatrical act and at the visual of his swollen jaw that I just noticed, which was — with no doubt — caused by Edward, "How's life treating you, Kiddo?"
As my brother pulled out a flask that was stashed inside of his jacket, I gritted my teeth as I saw that crazy looking motherfucker who was now standing behind Em, watching me in some type of a way that just...pissed me the fuck off.
I am not that bitch, Jeffrey Dahmer.
"I see that you took up drinking on your free time," I told Em as he finished it off, only to throw it over at Mr. Tall Dark And Handsome. "Replacing your rage of the situation that we have on our hands with hardcore liquor must be what's 'in' nowadays, yeah?"
"Might as well," he shrugged, "Seeing as to how I won't be able to enjoy it for a while, what me with getting locked up in a few days." I nodded as I looked away, his tense smile getting to me. "Oh shit," he laughed, "Look at what we have here. My baby sister is avoiding me. Once again."
Shoving my hands into my hoodie pockets, I gritted my teeth as I returned my attention back to my brother with a glare that he easily copied. "No, Emmett. I'm not trying to avoid you. It's your bullshit that I could care less about."
"My bullshit!" he shouted in a laugh, pushing himself away from his Jeep to walk up to me, "Well fuck me sideways! I didn't know that I was the one who was bullshitting you." Looking over his shoulder, he nodded at his buddies, silently telling them to join us, "Here I thought that this whole time, you were the one who was bullshitting me. Let me know, Kiddo."
My fingernails dug themselves into my palms when his 'entourage' stepped up to us. "Are you done with this dope show that you started?" I asked, trying like all hell to keep my voice calm as I caught Dahmer's eyes roam along my body. "I have a job that I have to get back to."
"And once again, here I thought that your job was to fuck with my head!"
"Okay, so...I get that you have something to say to me, Em. All that I'm asking is for some privacy, where we can talk about whatever's on your mind, like two adults. I wouldn't want you to embarrass yourself in front of these...people...who you picked up from, God knows where."
"No worries, B. These friends of mine already know about what happened."
I returned his tense smile with my own. "Letting it all out, yeah?"
My fingernails dug themselves into my palms when his 'entourage' stepped up to us. "Are you done with this dope show that you started?" I asked, trying like all hell to keep my voice calm as I caught Dahmer's eyes roam along my body. "I have a job that I have to get back to."
"And once again, here I thought that your job was to fuck with my head!"
"Okay, so...I get that you have something to say to me, Em. All that I'm asking is for some privacy, where we can talk about whatever's on your mind, like two adults. I wouldn't want you to embarrass yourself in front of these...people...who you picked up from, God knows where."
"No worries, B. These friends of mine already know about what happened."
I returned his tense smile with my own. "Letting it all out, yeah?"
"Oh no," he shook his head, "If I were 'letting it all out,' then these guys right here would know that I shot my Pop with no second thought about the shit, simply because the fucker who raised me abused the shit out of you, behind my back." I told him to stop in a whisper, but all that I received in return was a raised eyebrow as he continued, his nonchalant behavior of acting like what went down that night was nothing grating on my nerves. "Stop what, Bella? Telling them all how my own goddamn blood raped you, for years? Should I stop talking about how his own friend, Kevin from the station, decided to involve himself in the fun?"
"Emmett."
Looking over my shoulder as I heard Pop's voice, I found an audience. J was holding onto Rose's hand as Jasper and Pixie were leaning up against the door, next to each other. Pop was there with his arms across his chest as he stood in front of Edward, whose glare was directed towards my brother. "I suggest that you stop, McCarty."
Looking over my shoulder as I heard Pop's voice, I found an audience. J was holding onto Rose's hand as Jasper and Pixie were leaning up against the door, next to each other. Pop was there with his arms across his chest as he stood in front of Edward, whose glare was directed towards my brother. "I suggest that you stop, McCarty."
Em grinned at Carlisle's tone, his eyes on mine. "I'm just getting started."
He quickly grabbed a hold of his son's arm and stopped him when he went to walk over to us, his fists noticeable. "Well I suggest that you finish this conversation somewhere else. This isn't a talk that needs to be discussed in front of people who aren't a part of it."
"Awe, Carlisle...you're no fun," he whispered with a laugh as he pulled out a pack of cigarettes. After lighting one up, he inhaled the smoke as he placed one of his arms over my shoulders. On the other side of me, Dahmer took that as an opportunity and went to do the same but stopped at Em's growl of "Think again, my friend," backing away with a grin, his hands up in the air.
Not wanting to cause a scene, I remained quiet as my feet dragged along with Emmett's when he started leading us into the parking lot. After a few more steps, his body next to mine was yanked back. "Where are you taking her, McCarty?" Edward asked in an uneasy tone that I was both thankful and regretful for, keeping his hand on his arm, "Bella's at work, where she plans on staying at until she's done."
He grinned at Cullen's narrowed eyes, turning us around so that we were facing him as his arm over my shoulders tightened a bit. "Eddy! Chill out, bro. You don't want to scare Bella over here."
"Dude, come on, relax. Don't act like this."
Em laughed at his try of calming him down, and Edward's jaw tensed up some. "Act? I'm doing no such thing, Cullen. You on the other hand, should take your own advice and calm down with this whole performance thing that you have going on here. After all, you're not at work."
"I can see that you have a problem with me," he gritted, letting go of his hold as my brother nodded in some 'no shit, Sherlock' kind of a way. "And I get that, Emmett. Just, stop taking it out on your sister. There's no need for that extra bullshit."
"Wait, my sister?" Emmett's eyebrows scrunched together a bit before he started looking around, the dramatic act causing my head to lower as I prayed for him to not say the words that I had nightmares of making an appearance. "Where the hell do you see my sister, man? Cause I sure as hell don't have anyone here fitting that goddamn title."
"Em!" J shouted in disbelief as a tear escaped me, "Come on, man."
After lifting my chin, Emmett placed his forehead against my own, ignoring Edward's fingers wrapping around his arm again. "Oh no, B...Am I hurting your feelings?" I closed my eyes and he laughed in my face, the alcohol on his breath reminding me of Phil. "Look at me, Kiddo."
I tried to push him away from me with my hands over his chest, but the grip that his arm had around me was strong. Opening my eyes, I leaned back a bit and narrowed my eyes at the smugness that I found within his own. Noticing that I was getting uncomfortable with all of the attention that Emmett was creating, Edward took the two steps that were needed to reach us and grabbed a hold of one of my hands with his free one as he kept his other one on my brother arm. "Let go of her, man."
"Fucking come on, Bella! Look at me!" Emmett shouted, pushing Edward away from us before pulling me deeper into the parking lot. My fear of the situation elevated as I noticed that his voice lost the ease that it had earlier. "I'm sick and tired of you avoiding my goddamn eyes, Kiddo. Look at me."
"You're testing my fucking patience," I heard Edward growl behind us before I was pulled back, his hand finding my own that was clutching the bottom hem of my hoodie. Turning us around, Emmett glared at the kid as my fingers tightened around his, my eyes on Jasper, Carlisle, and J as they started heading towards us. "I'm getting tired of having to repeat myself," Cullen told him as Em's arm moved up to my neck when he tried to shove him away from me, "Relax your goddamn grip, McCarty."
And there I was, frozen in the middle, not knowing what the hell to do as the two boys continued threatening each other. I mean, I knew that I didn't feel comfortable leaving with Emmett because of the way that he was acting, but at the same time...he was my goddamn brother, and the knowledge of him not hurting me was there...But, again...if I chose to go with him, Edward would snap...which would lead to them fighting...again.
Em gave Edward a solid push that had him tumbling back a little bit, and as the kid laughed something that sounded like 'That's funny, but not,' when he went to retaliate with his fist, Blue Eyes grabbed a hold of his cousin from behind and pulled him away from us at the same time that Carlisle placed his hand over my brother's shoulder to try to ease the situation that quickly escalated to three guns being aimed at his son's head, from Em's buddies. My jaw dropped at Pop's collected tone while he addressed the kid whose arm was still around my neck. "I know that you don't want to hurt your sister, McCarty, but your grip on her is telling me otherwise."
Em looked at me and groaned at the tears that were running down my face as I kept my attention on his friends, who were all glaring at Edward. Edward, who wasn't in any way phased about having three guns pointing at him while Blue Eyes continued to hold him back.
I swear, this kid watches too many goddamn movies, or something.
"Put that shit away," Emmett told the dudes with a simple roll of his eyes before returning them to Carlisle as they listened to his words by placing their pistols into their waistbands. "I just want to talk to her, Pop. I'm not trying to hurt her, for Christ's sake."
"I know that you aren't, Emmett," he tried, gently pushing me away from my brother before placing himself in front of him, "But I can't have you all keyed up like this if you want to talk to her. It just doesn't sit well with me. You need to relax, son."
"I am relaxed," he gritted slowly, "I just want some time alone with her."
Edward laughed a "Fuck out of here," as he quickly pulled himself out of Jasper's grip, only to walk over to where his Pop was standing. "That shit that you just suggested, of being alone with Bella?" He shook his head and placed his arms across his chest. "I'm sorry to say, but I suggest that you get it out of your head, McCarty. It's not happening."
Em grinned, mimicking Edward's stance as Carlisle rolled his eyes at the two boys, staying put in case someone decided to swing. "And tell me, Cullen. Who the hell do you think you are, telling me what is or what isn't going to happen?"
"Emmett, honest to God, I don't give a fuck about what you have to say to me," he replied to his anger with a simple shrug. "All that I know is that your idea of walking away with her isn't going to happen. If you want to try, then fucking try, man. I'm just saying that it's not going to be as easy as you would like it to be." Raising his hands up by his shoulders, he continued. "I completely get that you want to talk to her alone, and that's cool. But it's just not going to go down as of right now, not when you're like this."
Come again?
Edward, a good actor?
My ass, he is.
...
...
...
Right?
Noticing that Blue Eyes seemed a bit tense also, I walked over to the three men who were now sporting glares and placed myself in between them with a raised eyebrow that was directed at anyone who could answer my question. "What the hell is all this talk about Cullen being an actor?"
"Nothing," Edward spat with his eyes on Emmett, "Just ignore him, Bae."
"Bae?" Em growled, stepping up to him, "I want you to know...that I have no goddamn problem in placing your pathetic ass six feet under the ground that I am standing on top of, Cullen. Let me find out that you're fucking around with Be—"
"I swear to God," Edward laughed, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket to keep them occupied as he kept his position, the invasion of his personal space not bothering him, "I am going to kick your motherfucking ass so goddamn ha—"
"Is she a part of your test?" Emmett interrupted, confusing me even more as he took yet another step towards the kid to place himself right in front of his face. "Tell me, Cullen. Hell, let everyone who doesn't know, know. Is she one of your goddamn assignme—"
Shoving my brother away from his cousin who looked as if he was ten point three seconds away from snapping, Blue Eyes shook his head, giving Emmett a glare that spoke something that I wasn't 'on the same page' with. "If I were you, McCarty...I would shut the hell up. Right now."
Em grinned, dismissing Jasper's warning as he turned his attention to me. "Shit, Kiddo...how can you not see that your Blue Eyes here is a magnificent actor, too? I mean, us guys have been going to classes together all this time, and you had no goddamn idea, huh?" Looking over Pop's shoulder, he nodded at Pixie as I just stood there, trying to figure out what the hell he was talking about. "Oh, but I'm sure that you know that, Alice Brandon...what with your man and b—"
"That's enough!" Carlisle yelled in a tone that made me jump a bit, interrupting my brother with eyes that could have scared God. "I think that I've heard more than I cared to hear, Emmett. I suggest that you take this somewhere else, and now."
"Fine with me," Emmett replied with a nod before taking a hold of my hand, "Come on." I held my breath as he started pulling me away from the others, all the while mumbling underneath his breath as he mocked Pop's words, "Let's go and 'take this somewhere else, and now,' shall we, B?"
"Bella isn't involved. She doesn't need to come on anywhere."
Em turned around as he heard Edward's statement, making me stumble a bit in the process as I followed the quick movement. "Are you telling me that I can't talk to my goddamn sister, Cullen?"
...
...
...
Right?
Noticing that Blue Eyes seemed a bit tense also, I walked over to the three men who were now sporting glares and placed myself in between them with a raised eyebrow that was directed at anyone who could answer my question. "What the hell is all this talk about Cullen being an actor?"
"Nothing," Edward spat with his eyes on Emmett, "Just ignore him, Bae."
"Bae?" Em growled, stepping up to him, "I want you to know...that I have no goddamn problem in placing your pathetic ass six feet under the ground that I am standing on top of, Cullen. Let me find out that you're fucking around with Be—"
"I swear to God," Edward laughed, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket to keep them occupied as he kept his position, the invasion of his personal space not bothering him, "I am going to kick your motherfucking ass so goddamn ha—"
"Is she a part of your test?" Emmett interrupted, confusing me even more as he took yet another step towards the kid to place himself right in front of his face. "Tell me, Cullen. Hell, let everyone who doesn't know, know. Is she one of your goddamn assignme—"
Shoving my brother away from his cousin who looked as if he was ten point three seconds away from snapping, Blue Eyes shook his head, giving Emmett a glare that spoke something that I wasn't 'on the same page' with. "If I were you, McCarty...I would shut the hell up. Right now."
Em grinned, dismissing Jasper's warning as he turned his attention to me. "Shit, Kiddo...how can you not see that your Blue Eyes here is a magnificent actor, too? I mean, us guys have been going to classes together all this time, and you had no goddamn idea, huh?" Looking over Pop's shoulder, he nodded at Pixie as I just stood there, trying to figure out what the hell he was talking about. "Oh, but I'm sure that you know that, Alice Brandon...what with your man and b—"
"That's enough!" Carlisle yelled in a tone that made me jump a bit, interrupting my brother with eyes that could have scared God. "I think that I've heard more than I cared to hear, Emmett. I suggest that you take this somewhere else, and now."
"Fine with me," Emmett replied with a nod before taking a hold of my hand, "Come on." I held my breath as he started pulling me away from the others, all the while mumbling underneath his breath as he mocked Pop's words, "Let's go and 'take this somewhere else, and now,' shall we, B?"
"Bella isn't involved. She doesn't need to come on anywhere."
Em turned around as he heard Edward's statement, making me stumble a bit in the process as I followed the quick movement. "Are you telling me that I can't talk to my goddamn sister, Cullen?"
"A minute ago, you didn't have a goddamn sister," Edward retorted.
I lowered my head with a soft groan. "Jesus Christ, just...stop." Feeling their gazes on me, I threw both of my hands up in the air to show them that I had enough of whatever was going down in between them. "I'm fucking tired of this. Both of you guys are fighting over...over...God, I don't even know what the hell you two are arguing about!" I growled, yanking my hand out of my brother's hold as I met their eyes, "All that I do know is that I'm fucking done with it."
As I neared the Jeep after walking away from them without another word, I looked over my shoulder when Edward grabbed onto my arm from behind. "Where are you going?" I nodded towards Em's truck, and his jaw dropped as he placed himself in front of me, keeping his hold. "You can't be serious, Bae. Fuck, let me talk to him at least, or have someone else talk to him...the kid's not in his right mi—"
I shook my head, interrupting his ramble. "Em won't hurt me, Edward."
"He already did, Bella," the kid hissed in response, not letting go of me.
"He's the only one who I have left," I whispered, "I can't just...igno—"
"Fucking come on," Emmett complained, his annoying annoyance interrupting me, "Are the two of you done yet? I'm tired of this waiting around bullshit when said bullshit could have been done by now." Snatching my arm out of Cullen's hold, I walked up to my brother and slapped him, the low hiss that it produced for once firing my enjoyment as he rubbed his cheek. "What the hell, Kiddo?"
"You need to quit," I whispered angrily, glaring at him as I shook my hand out. "This whole scene of yours where you're doing nothing but trying to rile people up is getting real old, Emmett...and that right there, is what the fuck I am getting tired of."
"Well excuse me for being pissed off, Bella!" he shouted, returning my fury with his own as he threw his hands up in the air, "Christ, Kiddo! You don't even know what I'm going through right now, what I have been going through during these past few days! You don't understand how I feel about this whole thing! You just don't get it!"
"That's complete bullshit, and you know it!" I shouted back, more than ticked off by his new-found selfishness that I didn't even care about the audience that we had, "Whatever you feel in your heart, Emmett...I fucking feel in mine! The two of us, we're a part of something that's connected, have been ever since the first day that you came to me! Don't act as if your pain doesn't feed my own, because you know that it does."
"I just found out that you were assaulted, and by my own Pop, man!"
"I understand that, Emmett...but Christ on you acting like I'm the one who's to blame here! You're treating me as if I was the one who was abusing him, not the other way around!" He shook his head at my words that he knew were spoken with truth, placing his arms across his chest as I lowered my voice to continue. "You've been going through bullshit for a couple of days...I have been going through it for years. You need to just...get over it, because I can't deal with how you're handling this, by...avoiding me. It's unheard of. I'm not used to it, and I don't want to be used to it."
"Get over it?" he whispered in disbelief. I nodded after a few seconds, and he looked away from me with a short laugh that showed me that he wasn't amused by what I just told him to do. "Fine. Here I am. Completely over it. Happy?"
"I'm...Emmett, fuck. I'm sorry. I don't know what else to say?"
"And I'm sorry that I can't accept that."
Lowering my head, I nodded. "That's...okay. I...I understand."
"No, Bella, for once, you're wrong about that," he disagreed in a whisper, his lips against the top of my head causing my eyes to close as tears softly ran out of them. "You don't understand. No one fucking understands."
After that declaration of his that honest to God, staked my goddamn heart, my brother walked away from me. Hearing the Jeep's engine start after he got in and slammed the door shut, I lifted my head to see it pulling out of its parking spot. My attention went to Rose as her fingers ran along her eyes, avoiding my own as Pixie and Jake took a hold of her hands to lead her towards the club's entrance.
Nice.
Looks like I'm the bitch.
Again.
Blue Eyes walked up to me and squeezed my arm as he gave my forehead a quick kiss, telling me that he'll see me soon before turning around to join the three who went inside. As soon as the door shut behind him, I grimaced at Pop's shrug, placing my hoodie over my head when I noticed Edward's unease as he looked away. "I'm uh, sorry that you guys had to see that. It's just...Emmett, and he's kind of...dramatic, you know?"
Coming up to me as his son met my eyes again, he shook his head. "Don't be ridiculous, Bambina. You're family. As for your over-the-top brother, I think of him as being a part of it, too...so there's no need for you to be embarrassed by his actions. Honestly, he doesn't shock me with half of the shit that he does and says." I grinned at his curse, taking his offer to walk me over to my truck as he held one of his hands out to me. "Go home and relax. I'll let you know when Emmett gets over whatever he's going through."
Noticing that Edward was nowhere to be seen as I looked over my shoulder when Pop busied himself by opening the door for me, I nodded as my hand dropped out of his. "Thanks for everythi—" I rolled my eyes at his narrowed ones before I corrected myself, "My gratitude for everything that you have done for me tonight, is nonexistent. You're actually no help at all, and in reality, you only made the situation worse." He grinned as I gave his cheek a kiss before stepping inside. "I guess that I'll uh, see you later, yeah?"
"No worries," he gave me before closing my door, "We'll talk soon."
Nice.
Looks like I'm the bitch.
Again.
Blue Eyes walked up to me and squeezed my arm as he gave my forehead a quick kiss, telling me that he'll see me soon before turning around to join the three who went inside. As soon as the door shut behind him, I grimaced at Pop's shrug, placing my hoodie over my head when I noticed Edward's unease as he looked away. "I'm uh, sorry that you guys had to see that. It's just...Emmett, and he's kind of...dramatic, you know?"
Coming up to me as his son met my eyes again, he shook his head. "Don't be ridiculous, Bambina. You're family. As for your over-the-top brother, I think of him as being a part of it, too...so there's no need for you to be embarrassed by his actions. Honestly, he doesn't shock me with half of the shit that he does and says." I grinned at his curse, taking his offer to walk me over to my truck as he held one of his hands out to me. "Go home and relax. I'll let you know when Emmett gets over whatever he's going through."
Noticing that Edward was nowhere to be seen as I looked over my shoulder when Pop busied himself by opening the door for me, I nodded as my hand dropped out of his. "Thanks for everythi—" I rolled my eyes at his narrowed ones before I corrected myself, "My gratitude for everything that you have done for me tonight, is nonexistent. You're actually no help at all, and in reality, you only made the situation worse." He grinned as I gave his cheek a kiss before stepping inside. "I guess that I'll uh, see you later, yeah?"
"No worries," he gave me before closing my door, "We'll talk soon."
Three Thirty Seven. In The Morning
I couldn't calm myself down enough to sleep.
The non-stop thoughts that were running through my mind were practically taking over. For one minute at least, I wished that I had some goddamn control. Something that would pause them, or better yet, stop them...from driving me insane.
Edward came home, an hour ago exactly. When I heard his footsteps reach the other side of my door, I closed my eyes and prayed that the kid would just...stay there. But after a couple of seconds went by, they continued on their way down the hallway until I couldn't hear them any longer.
That was the only distraction that I received.
The non-stop thoughts that were running through my mind were practically taking over. For one minute at least, I wished that I had some goddamn control. Something that would pause them, or better yet, stop them...from driving me insane.
Edward came home, an hour ago exactly. When I heard his footsteps reach the other side of my door, I closed my eyes and prayed that the kid would just...stay there. But after a couple of seconds went by, they continued on their way down the hallway until I couldn't hear them any longer.
That was the only distraction that I received.
Four Seventeen. In The Goddamn Morning
Pausing in front of the closed door, I lowered my head.
God. Please don't let it be because of a hooker, I thought.
Placing one of my ears against the wood, I tried to hear for...anything...that would tell me that Edward Cullen was getting his freak on. Hearing no 'Oh, yes, right there, your dick's so big right now,' or no 'Give it to me like the champ that I am from the backside,' I leaned away and held my breath as I let my knuckles tap over his door, hoping that I wasn't going to piss him off by waking him up.
Hearing movement from inside, I looked away.
Shit on my life. I shouldn't have disturbed him.
Yeah, I definitely, definitely shouldn't have...
Maybe I should just...turn around and leave?
Yeah, people. I'm definitely, definitely lea—
"Bae?"
Looking over my shoulder, I gave the kid a small smile as I saw him leaning against the frame of his door, his eyes on my fingers as they started tugging the bottom hem of my hoodie. "Hey," I whispered before I turned around to face him, internally cursing my goddamn nerves as I eased my digit's frantic behavior by letting my hands drop down to my sides, "I...didn't know that you were awake."
After clearing his throat of sleep, he raised an eyebrow at me. "You okay?"
"Mmhm," I lied, "I just, you know...whoa on the time. It's uh, pretty late."
It's uh, pretty late?
I woke him up at four something in the morning, to tell him that it was...
Uh, pretty late?
Nice, Bella. Really.
Giving my roll of the eyes — that were, mind you, directed at myself — a sleepy as all hell smile that chilled my blood to the extreme, he nodded as he placed his arms across his naked chest. "Thanks for letting me know."
"Noooo problem-o!" I screeched as I quickly turned around, "Goodnight!"
"Bella?"
I paused at my bedroom door and looked over my shoulder. "What's up?"
Looking over my shoulder, I gave the kid a small smile as I saw him leaning against the frame of his door, his eyes on my fingers as they started tugging the bottom hem of my hoodie. "Hey," I whispered before I turned around to face him, internally cursing my goddamn nerves as I eased my digit's frantic behavior by letting my hands drop down to my sides, "I...didn't know that you were awake."
After clearing his throat of sleep, he raised an eyebrow at me. "You okay?"
"Mmhm," I lied, "I just, you know...whoa on the time. It's uh, pretty late."
It's uh, pretty late?
I woke him up at four something in the morning, to tell him that it was...
Uh, pretty late?
Nice, Bella. Really.
Giving my roll of the eyes — that were, mind you, directed at myself — a sleepy as all hell smile that chilled my blood to the extreme, he nodded as he placed his arms across his naked chest. "Thanks for letting me know."
"Noooo problem-o!" I screeched as I quickly turned around, "Goodnight!"
"Bella?"
I paused at my bedroom door and looked over my shoulder. "What's up?"
"Are you sure?" I asked with a grimace, to which he nodded, raising an eyebrow at me as I remained in place, wondering if he was telling me the truth. "Edward, you have to be one hundred percent sure that it's cool, I don't want to just crash with you if you're having any doubts, cause now I feel kind of bad...but not really...just a little, though. I mean, I can't fucking sleep, and it's getting on my last goddamn nerve. So I thought, maybe I can try to do what I have been trying to do for the past few hours, in your room...since I'm, you know, more in my comfort zone in there. And on a serious note, I fucking blame you for that sh—"
"Did Brandon put a spell on you, or something?" he interrupted. I snorted, and he mocked the sound that came out of my throat as he grabbed a hold of my hand to pull me inside. "I wouldn't be surprised if she did, that little shit."
I smiled at his accusation as he closed the door behind us, adding something about voodoo dolls under his breath in a mumble. Keeping my eyes on him while he walked over to his closet, I headed towards his bed as he started pulling blankets out of the organized heap that he spent more than enough time forming. "So, is everything okay, Cullen?"
"Why wouldn't it be, Swan?"
Reaching the right side, I shrugged at his over the shoulder raised eyebrow before turning my attention to the lone sheet that was laying at the end of the bed. "I just remembered that I found your bedroom door closed, which is fine and whatever, but...you know."
Turning around, he shook his head as he ran his fingers through his hair with the hand that wasn't holding the fabric that I would need for survival, what with Cullen's bedroom being the temperature of ice. "No, I'm good, it wasn't anything like that. Before I fell asleep, I wanted to turn the air on. Seeing that your door was closed, I kept my own shut so that it wouldn't cross your path in some way." I nodded like 'what I good boy that I taught' before he unnecessarily tossed the blankets at my face, along with the night light. Laying down as I pulled my hoodie off, he shrugged with a small smirk playing along his lips. "If I'm keeping it real, I just didn't want to deal with your bitching in the morning, so you know."
"Fuck off," I mumbled with pursed together lips, spreading out the warmness with one hand as my other turned off the lights. He patted the empty spot that was next to him in some impatient kind of a way and I rolled my eyes as I climbed into bed. As soon as my cheek hit the pillow, a satisfied him left my being. "God, it's so nice and...slept on."
He grinned, pulling the covers over my shoulder. "Well it is my goddamn side of the bed that you're currently enjoying, you greedy ass bedside steal-er."
I laughed a bit, moving my head to the edge of the pillow so that I could be closer to him as his arm over my waist tugged my body towards his at the same time. "Edward?" I whispered, getting his attention as he opened his eyes after closing them not a second earlier, "Thanks for sticking up for me tonight. Even though I'm difficult when it comes to stuff like that, I honestly hope that you don't feel as if I don't appreciate it."
He shrugged as his fingers tugged on the fabric of my tee shirt, lowering it as it rode up a bit from the move of him bringing me closer to him. "It's not a big deal, Bae. I know how you are. You don't have to thank me, either way. I'm always going to stick up for you."
I yawned. "Even when I annoy you, will you stick up for me?"
"You always annoy me," he yawned. "That shit won't make a difference."
I grinned, letting my arm hang off of his waist as I closed my eyes. "Even when I outsmart your ass, will you be my ride or die?"
"You're acting like that's an actual possibility," he mumbled, his voice rough with sleep. "No worries, we don't need to take that nonsense into account, simply because your dumb-ass will never be able to outsmart the brilliancy that consists of Edward Cullen."
"How about when I leave the apartment messy?"
The kid remained silent for a strait minute, until I opened my eyes. Noticing the playful yet not so playful glare that he was giving me, I pursed my lips together. "Don't flatter yourself, Bella. You know that a messy room gives me a goddamn aneurysm."
I laughed. "I see how it is. Leave me to fend for myself because of your problems."
"You are my problem," he retorted, closing his eyes. I brought one of my hands up to his mouth and gave his smirk a couple of smacks before he grabbed a hold of my wrist with a growl. I went to pull my arm back, but he interlaced our fingers together and practically shoved them underneath his pillow, his sleep issues making me smile. "Goodnight, Bae."
"Night."
Two Weeks Later
Fourteen days, of not hearing from my brother.
I stopped bothering Emmett with my phone calls.
It's not like I'm a chick who couldn't take a hint.
The kid wanted nothing to do with me, and I was okay with that.
Alright, so maybe I wasn't okay with that per the fuck say, people...but I was dealing with his avoidance in the only was that I knew how to, by keeping myself drowning in work. Never mind the fact of how I felt as if I aged four hundred years, I had to keep my nonstop mind busy so that it wouldn't just...take off on me.
Exhausted wasn't even the word.
Today, we were 'supposed' to find out what was going to happen to Emmett. I mean, granted, we all knew that my brother was going to get locked up, but for how long, we were unsure of. All day, the living room couch was my ass's home as I tried to guess what the judge's sentence would be. I had my cell phone next to me, at attention, even though I knew that I wasn't going to receive any calls. Again, though. I was still motherfucking hopeful.
Hearing the front door open, I tore my gaze away from the TV screen that was showing reruns of 'All In The Family,' only to see that Edward made it home from being gone all day, doing God knows what. "Hey," he whispered as I sat up a bit to watch him step inside, "What's going on?"
It was always in the back of my head. The question of how Edward and Pop could help him. What pull did these two have with the system that made them so goddamn confident? I just...didn't get it. They must know someone who knows someone, or something.
"Any news yet?" I asked as he closed and locked the door.
Rolling his eyes at my obsession with Archie Bunker, he dropped his keys on the entertainment stand before he made his way over to the couch. "We have court scheduled in the morning," he answered, running his hands down his face after taking a seat next to me, "So I'm guessing that we'll find out then."
I ran one of my hands over the scruff that was scattered along his jaw as he leaned back and closed his eyes, the hollow bags that were underneath them noticeable. "Maybe you should take a nap, Edward. You look like you need it."
He shrugged in some 'Naps are for pussies,' type of a way that had me rolling my eyes as he quickly pushed himself up to his feet. "Did you eat yet?" he asked, changing the subject. I nodded and he hummed something that sang disbelief as he started stretching, heading towards the kitchen. "I bet, liar. Tell me what you ate."
"I had some chicken soup," I lied.
Reaching the door, he looked over his shoulder. "When was this, Bae?"
I rolled my eyes at his raised brow. "Edward, leave me alone. I'll eat later."
"I'm getting us some pizza," he mumbled as he stepped into the kitchen, "And you're eating some, too! Don't make me bring my mother here, cause you know that I'm not below watching her shove food down your throat!"
I laid down with a groan. "I'm not fucking hungry!"
"I don't give a shit," he replied, walking out of the kitchen with two glasses of water, "You starving ass didn't eat anything today, so stop trying to feed me that bull. I remember that you had some chicken soup yesterday, and it was only that. You're eating, Bella."
I growled as I sat up. "You're doing that thing again, Edward."
Handing me my glass, he took a seat and grabbed a hold of my legs when I went to put my feet on the table that was in placed in front of us. Laying them on top of his lap, he raised an eyebrow at my glare. "What thing am I doing, Bella?"
"You're trying to control me," I accused with a point of my finger as he took a sip of water, "It's the one thing that annoys me to point where I end up having to bring out my list of different ways on 'How To Kill Edward Cullen.' I suggest that you stop with that bullshit before I snap, for I am this close in doing so." He rolled his eyes at me as he took a hold of my glass and placed it on top of the table, along with his. I shook my head at his hidden smirk, feeling his fingers wrap themselves around one of my ankles as he leaned back. "Don't. You. Dare."
"Don't I dare, what?" he asked, pulling off my sock.
"Edw—" I yelled as soon as Edward's goddamn digits started tickling my foot, and he in return laughed before he mocked my screaming like a bitch, causing me to grimace as my other foot found his chest and tried to push him away from me. Snorting at my efforts as my body thrashed around in some helpless manner, his fingers continued their assault on my now frozen body part that wanted nothing more than to stomp on his face. "You better sleep with one eye open from now on, Cullen, I swear to Christ! Don't be surprised if you wake up one morning with no testicles!"
He grinned at my threat as he let go of my foot, and not even a second later, I groaned from the impact of his body landing on top of my own after he decided to jump on my ass. "You're such a weak little shit," the soon to be ball-less prick told my narrowed eyes as he held my hands above my head with pursed lips, "Honestly, Bae? You think that you scare me, or something? Your scrawny ass is child's play compared to my big guns, so why deny the shit? Just admit it, man."
I huffed at his statement as I tried to roll his body off of mine. "Get lost!"
At my looking like an earth worm that was trying to dig itself out of what seemed to be an endless ground, his lips widened in a grin before his gaze left my face and went below my chin. He hummed as I continued struggling for an escape, his green eyes busy as they searched for a spot to...
"Owe!" I yelped, feeling his teeth dig into my shoulder, "Edward!"
The kid pouted, lifting his head up a bit. "But I'm hungry, Bae."
"But I don't want to eat all by myself," he complained, laying his chin on my collarbone as his eyes gazed at mine from underneath those long ass lashes that always fucking got to me, "Eat something with me, Bae?"
I groaned. "You're relentless." He shrugged, my chest getting his attention as he licked his lips...preparing himself. "Okay, Okay!" I shouted, immediately giving in to his attack, not at all finding bite marks over my tits appealing, "I'll eat with you, shit!"
Content, he nodded as he let go of my wrists. "Thanks for your coopera—"
The prick didn't get to finish his statement of gratitude that was filled with nothing but bullshit as I quickly kicked him off of me when I heard the front door swing open. Pix smiled at my narrowed eyes as she stepped inside our apartment that she too evidently had a key to, whispering something along the lines of "Interesting" as her gaze lowered down to the floor below me, where Edward groaned as he lifted his hips off of the carpet to place his hands over his junk. Looking over her shoulder, Bonnie grimaced at Clyde as he walked into the living room with a smirk. "Thank God we came by before he decided to uncover that thing, baby."
Her attention snapped over to me as I started pulling on the bottom hems of my tee shirt and hoodie, trying to tug them down my torso as quickly as possible, all the while internally cursing Edward Cullen's idea of how to get me to eat. "It's not what it looks like, hookah. You walked in at the wrong ti—"
Pixie hummed a "Shut up," interrupting me as she raised an eyebrow at my naked foot. "Some time ago, Rose told me that socks being worn during play time creeps you out." Placing her arms across her chest, she grinned at Jasper, who wasn't paying her any mind, what with his complete attention staying on the pizza box that he was holding, acting as if the cardboard was his first born. "Jazzy!" His nose froze at her screech, mid-sniff, before he lifted his head. "I guess that our Bella must have been a bit too preoccupied, yeah? Enough to not give a shit about her clothed foot as things started to steam up, so to speak."
I kept my glare on the Pixie Dust as my hands started punching the cushions, trying to find anything that could be used to cover up my foot. Edward grumbled a curse word and not a second later, my missing sock came flying at me from the floor. Catching it with a growl of "Thank you," I shoved it on as I rolled my eyes at the idiot's groan of "You're welcome."
Pix laughed in bubble-ness, and I gritted my teeth.
Someone else, who deserves a 'list.' I'm so on it.
After Edward pushed himself up to his feet, Blue Eyes pursed his lips together at the visual of his cousin cupping his limp dick. "So, Brown Eyes is a freak in bed, yeah?" he asked, ignoring the glare that Edward gave him as he started heading towards the kitchen, looking a bit constipated, "I fucking knew it, man."
"Shut up, you idiot," Cullen hissed, punching the door open with one hand as his other one smacked the side of Jasper's face, "I'm fucking telling Esme."
Pixie rolled her eyes as her man gulped from hearing the threat that was mumbled after Edward stepped into the kitchen. "Anyway, we brought pizza." I headed over to her with a smile as she smiled, holding the box up in the air. "Judging from what I walked into, you guys obviously need the ene—" I placed one of my hands underneath the piece of shit that her palm offered me and lifted it, shrugging at her pout as it hit the floor with a thud. "Hey!"
Placing my arms across my chest, I grinned. "Eat that!"
Content, he nodded as he let go of my wrists. "Thanks for your coopera—"
The prick didn't get to finish his statement of gratitude that was filled with nothing but bullshit as I quickly kicked him off of me when I heard the front door swing open. Pix smiled at my narrowed eyes as she stepped inside our apartment that she too evidently had a key to, whispering something along the lines of "Interesting" as her gaze lowered down to the floor below me, where Edward groaned as he lifted his hips off of the carpet to place his hands over his junk. Looking over her shoulder, Bonnie grimaced at Clyde as he walked into the living room with a smirk. "Thank God we came by before he decided to uncover that thing, baby."
Her attention snapped over to me as I started pulling on the bottom hems of my tee shirt and hoodie, trying to tug them down my torso as quickly as possible, all the while internally cursing Edward Cullen's idea of how to get me to eat. "It's not what it looks like, hookah. You walked in at the wrong ti—"
Pixie hummed a "Shut up," interrupting me as she raised an eyebrow at my naked foot. "Some time ago, Rose told me that socks being worn during play time creeps you out." Placing her arms across her chest, she grinned at Jasper, who wasn't paying her any mind, what with his complete attention staying on the pizza box that he was holding, acting as if the cardboard was his first born. "Jazzy!" His nose froze at her screech, mid-sniff, before he lifted his head. "I guess that our Bella must have been a bit too preoccupied, yeah? Enough to not give a shit about her clothed foot as things started to steam up, so to speak."
I kept my glare on the Pixie Dust as my hands started punching the cushions, trying to find anything that could be used to cover up my foot. Edward grumbled a curse word and not a second later, my missing sock came flying at me from the floor. Catching it with a growl of "Thank you," I shoved it on as I rolled my eyes at the idiot's groan of "You're welcome."
Pix laughed in bubble-ness, and I gritted my teeth.
Someone else, who deserves a 'list.' I'm so on it.
After Edward pushed himself up to his feet, Blue Eyes pursed his lips together at the visual of his cousin cupping his limp dick. "So, Brown Eyes is a freak in bed, yeah?" he asked, ignoring the glare that Edward gave him as he started heading towards the kitchen, looking a bit constipated, "I fucking knew it, man."
"Shut up, you idiot," Cullen hissed, punching the door open with one hand as his other one smacked the side of Jasper's face, "I'm fucking telling Esme."
Pixie rolled her eyes as her man gulped from hearing the threat that was mumbled after Edward stepped into the kitchen. "Anyway, we brought pizza." I headed over to her with a smile as she smiled, holding the box up in the air. "Judging from what I walked into, you guys obviously need the ene—" I placed one of my hands underneath the piece of shit that her palm offered me and lifted it, shrugging at her pout as it hit the floor with a thud. "Hey!"
Placing my arms across my chest, I grinned. "Eat that!"
Blue Eyes grimaced. "Darlin,' you should have thought that one through."
"Bella, do you want to go to my mom's for dinner to—"
My raised eyebrow left Jasper and went to Edward, seeing as to how his words froze as soon as he stepped out of the kitchen. Following his gaze, I grimaced when I saw pizza slices of sauce, cheese, and pepperoni decorating the carpet. Lifting my head, I went to apologize but stopped short as I was met with a glare. "Oh take it easy, you freak!" I spat.
"I fucking vacuumed this morning, Bella!" he groaned.
"Well vacuum again!" I snapped.
His jaw tensed. "You fucking vacuum," he tooold me.
I laughed in an un-amused type of a way as Pixie and Blue Eyes leaned against each other with pursed lips, trying to hide the laughter that was directed at Edward's ridiculousness. "Oh don't act like after I vacuum this goddamn apartment, you're not going to just...re-vacuum the shit, Cullen!"
Placing his arms across his chest, he shrugged as he leaned against the wall. "Well if you did everything correctly the first time, then I wouldn't have to redo the shit, Swan."
"And if you lived like a normal human fucking being, what with leaving some shit unorganized...then the 'everything' that I don't do 'correctly the first time' wouldn't be a problem, which would give you the freedom of not having to redo it to begin with."
"Wait a second," he started with a raised eyebrow, "Are you honestly trying to tell me that you live like a normal human being here?" I gritted my teeth. "Because holy hell on that being complete bullshit. You're like a fucking scavenger, Bella."
"Edward," I said slowly, "You're...getting...on...my...nerves."
He huffed, amused. "You always get...on...my...nerves. Deal with it."
"Well you get on my nerves when you get on my nerves."
"So, basically, what you're saying is that...I get on your nerves?" I closed my eyes at the smirk that I wanted to stab a plastic knife through and counted to ten before I opened them again. "Seriously, Bae. Did that shit make any sense to you?"
"Everything that I say makes sense to me, Edward. Like, for one...it makes perfect sense to me as to why you're alone and without the company of a girl."
"Pssh, I have girls," he declared with a smile...
Like what I just told him was a compliment.
Fucking men.
I'll tell ya, ladies.
What a waste.
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