Chapter. 1
"Good morning my dearest, dearly, dear brother!" Emmett sang practically skipping into my room.
"What in fucks name do you want Emmett?" I hissed rubbing the morning boogies out of my eyes.
"Guess who's getting married!?" Emmett sang. I rolled my eyes. If this was another one of his attempts to get me to date I'm going to kill him.
"Who" I sighed pulling all of my bunched up covers to my lap to cover my painfully large morning wood.
"Me!! And guess who has to move out in a week!? You!" He sang in a sing song voice.
I actually think my jaw hit the floor.
"Your getting married to that pretentious bitch Rosalie?" I said in a flat voice.
Emmett threw a t-shirt at me. And made a fake pained face.
"Don't call your soon to be sister -in-law a bitch" he scolded.
"Actually Emmett, a pretentious bitch" I said in a rather fake enthusiastic voice.
"And I have to move out of your house because," I said in a voice that you would use when your trying to persuade a four year old.
"Cuz I don't want my widdle vwigin brodow to cramp me and Roses style every night" Emmett said casually. I shuttered at the thought of my brother wanting something like that.
"Shut it Emmett. And where am I supposed to go?"
Emmett was already walking out of my room.
"We'll discuss that over breakfast bro, I have an interesting plan actually"
Uh oh. Emmett's plans usually ended up with someone in the hospital or someone out to kick his balls.