Bang!
"Shit," I exclaim as the glass pot meets its death as it hit's the dark wooden floor.
"Bella," Charlie calls out from the living room, worry filling his voice.
"I'm ok," I yell back as I drop to my knees to pick up the bigger pieces of glass, only to then be pulled up.
"Bella stop I'll get it," Emmet my only and most protective brother ever swings me over his shoulder.
"Emmet put me down," I squeal as I hit his back with my hands. But it doesn't affect him at all as he sits me down on the cold counter. Goose bumps form on my short clad legs.
"Stay," he says it as a demand put playfully wags his finger at me as he quickly but carefully picks up the glass.
"I'm not a dog," I answer hoping down from the counter once the glass is in the trash and off the floor.
"Nope but you're my little sister, Bells" He looks down at me grinning. The door bell rings, "And that's my date," he laughs and then takes off toward the front door.
I run down the hallways after him dodging the closet doors he threw open to try and slow me down. Emmet just now a few inches away was at the door trying to figure out why it wouldn't open.
Laughing I say , "Emmet it's locked," and with that I open the door.
"Hi I'm Bella," I say still laughing and looking at Emmet with a smirk but I feel my jaw drop as I look at Emmet's date.
"Hey Rosalie ," Emmet quickly sends a smirk my way before putting his arm around the Barbie like girl. Her blonde hair was long and perfectly curled, her eyes were a warm almost caramel color. She had on way to short of a shirt and a flower tank top.
"Hi," Rosalie answered fixing her hair. I step back and quickly relies my jaw is still wide open , I close it but not quick enough.
"Well Bells while you catch flies were gonna leave," Emmet smirks and before I have a chance to defend myself is out the door.
"Bella is dinner ready yet," Charlie had turned to look at me from his seat on the couch.
"Umm I think it's a take out night," I reply laughing before heading toward the kitchen for the phone.
"I want pizza," he yells after me.
"Okk," I answer back now in the kitchen. I grab the phone and start to dial the number.
"Hello , Sam's pizza parlor how may I help you," the guys voice startled me and I jump.
Blushing I reply, "Two large pepperoni pizzia please, delivery to the sheriff's house."
"Ok that will be 25 minutes," his voice was low and had almost a musical flow to it. It was a voice I had never heard before which was strange because in Fork's everyone new everyone. And trust me if you had a secret then it wasn't much of a secret here, no matter how hard you tried.