'Ello gov'na:
This here's my new story, "Sweet B." I hope you guys like it.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
JPOV
Six weeks.
That's how long ago Emmett told me that he and his old man, Charlie, were leavin' to pick up his new baby sis.
Why he called her his "baby sis" I personally just don't get. The girl's seventeen, for fuck's sakes! That's only a year younger than Emmett and me.
Anyway…it was six long ass weeks ago that Em and the Chief left our tiny town of Forks, Washington for Las Vegas, Nevada to pick her up.
Isabella Swan.
Or at least, that's her name now. Emmett had called to fill me in on a few things. One of them bein' the whole last name thing.
Apparently, when Isabella was asked if she would like to keep her original last name, she had said no. To say this shocked Charlie would be an understatement. Because before this whole adoption necessity had arisen, Isabella had lived with her older brother, Travis. He was Lieutenant General of the United States Army. He had been a well-respected man, and a very good friend of Charlie's, despite his only bein' 26.
But he died three months ago.
The only reason I knew anythin' was because I had managed to weasel it outta Emmett. And because Charlie is capable of seein' through any attempt at gainin' information, made by anyone, it ain't much. Guess it's the cop in him or somethin.'
Besides, Emmett completely sucks at anythin' involvin' bein' sneaky and/or crafty in any way, shape, or form.
And it's because of that fact that I was thrown for a fuckin' loop; because Emmett somehow managed to find out an interestin' detail.
Travis was gay.
And he had a partner.
Who, for some yet to be discovered reason, wouldn't take Isabella in.
Except, what with the way it was said, it was almost as if he wasn't allowed to.
So what the fuck happened?
. . .
"Jasper! Emmett! Get down here NOW!"
Em and I had been playin' video games in my room for the last hour. He and his dad had traveled back separately, so we had just been awaitin' Isabella's arrival.
We moseyed on down (yeah, I'm a Southern gent'. Deal with it), and were met with a miffed Esme.
This ain't gonna be good.
Her gaze flitted between us. I guess she wanted to be sure we were payin' attention.
Now, allow me to explain a couple of things. For starters, Esme (along with her husband, Dr. Carlisle Cullen) are my and my sister's adoptive parents. My twin sister, Rosalie, is datin' Emmett, my best friend.
The Cullens have two other kids as well, Edward and Alice, whom are datin.' I think the story goes that they adopted Alice too (before Rose and I were adopted, mind ya), and that Edward is their only biological child.
Rose and I share the same blond hair, although mine holds honey tones to it (or so Alice keeps tellin' me; as though I actually gave a shit), and we both have blue eyes. Hers are the sharp, ice blue of our father's, and mine are the dark navy of our momma's. We had been born and raised in Texas, but Rose's accent had long since died; while I had been hell bent on holdin' onto mine.
Emmett is a big, burly guy. Dark eyes, curly hair, brown eyes, and an easy grin. But never let that grin fool you, he's good to have on your side in a fight, and fight he will. He's crazy ass protective of his friends and family.
Alice is very petite and pixie-like. She has dark, spiky hair; darker than Emmett's (closer to black really), and hazel eyes that are never easy. Whether they're sparklin' in excitement or mischief, jus' be sure to watch out.
Edward, however, is softer-spoken. Green eyes and messy, bronze hair. He's a bit shorter than me, but taller than Rose.
And then we have Carlisle and Esme. Esme with her caramel curls, and soft, hazel eyes. She's about Rose's height, give or take.
Carlisle's the opposite. Sleek, blond hair, roughly 'round my and Emmett's height, and sharp blue eyes. He is one of the kindest men I know; him and Charlie. They have both earned my highest respect.
Esme's throat clearin' brought me outta my musin's.
I turned my attention back to my momma of sorts, an' looked at her expectantly, patiently waitin' for it to start.
Dear Lord, may she not castrate me. Amen.
"Now you boys listen, and listen good," she began in a menacing tone. "If I so much as even suspect that you've given that poor girl a hard time, I will bitch slap you so hard that your heads will have to be paraded around on sticks! Am I clear?"
I felt my eyes widen to the size of saucers, an' Emmett visibly gulped. We both nodded mutely.
Esme smiled sweetly at us, an' with a peck on the cheek, she said (as if she hadn't just threatened our lives), "Good. Now you boys have fun."
And with that, she disappeared upstairs.
Emmett stared dumbfounded after her.
"Be afraid, be very afraid," I whispered ominously.
I smirked wickedly at his glare, and shoved him toward the door.
"C'mon ya coward. I wanna meet'cha new sis."
He scowled at me.
"Fucker," he muttered.
I snickered all the way to the Swan house.
I know it's short, but I thought it'd make a decent start.
Review and lemme know what'cha think.
Until next time, my darlings.