Cooking with Emmett
Disclaimer: All apart from plot belongs to SM.
BPOV:
"Come on Bell! Let's fix you up a snack!" Edward said dragging me into the kitchen by the waist. "Emmett will even help us!" Oh shit. I was doomed. "Yeah," chimed in Emmett, "it will be delicious!" DELICIOUS? EMMETT? This was not making any sense. I unwillingly followed them. They were both wearing aprons and Emmett was also wearing a weird chef's hat. Humming, Emmett grabbed the remote and flicked the channel to a cooking show. Why did they even have a TV in the kitchen?
They mimicked the French chef on the TV and got all the ingredients. This was going to be a long day.
EMPOV:
After I turned on the TV I put the remote in the back pocket of my jeans. That's the smartest thought I've had all day! When we go to turn off the TV, instead of trying to find it I can just get it out! Wow, aren't I smart!
EPOV:
This is not going to end well.
BPOV:
I sat on a stool at the bench as Emmet, who was looking like the assistant, grabbed and sat on another stool by Edward's side. I swallowed as I read what they were cooking. Home made pasta with home made tomato sauce. Oh shit.
EMPOV:
"I want to be the one to sprinkle sparsly at the end!" I saw it on TV once and they guy looked soooo professional.
EPOV:
Oh help me! "It's parsley not sparsly." Man, he has been alive for almost a century! You'd think he'd know his herbs. "Come on guys!" said Bella rolling her eyes. "Let's make the meal…"
BPOV:
Shit! I knew I shouldn't have mentioned that!
EMPOV:
I read the look on Bella's face. She is right. My 'Master Chef' skills were a bit rusty…
EPOV:
Oh shit! "Emmett please…" Please tell me he was kidding. Emmett's face lit up.
"Oh yes!"
BPOV:
Not another one of those moments again. I cleared my throat. Both of their heads snapped to face me. "Can someone…"
"Oh, uh, yeah…" Edward said rubbing his neck, looking embarrassed. Man, I can't wait to be in one of those conversations. He didn't explain but turned to Emmett who must have asked to explain in his head. Stupid mind reading powers.
EMPOV:
This is going to be good! I can't wait to be an assistant chef! It looks like so much fun! Oh, I heard that when making pasta home made….
EPOV:
Will that child-minded self absurd bossy annoying…
BPOV:
"Well Bella," said Emmett almost jumping out of his skin in excitement. "We are going to give you a nine course meal to help get my awesome cooking skills back to the surface!" Oh boy…this is not going to be good. I turned to Edward with pleading eyes, but he had slapped his head and put his face in his hands. What was that look for? I was going to be tortured, not him. Emmett. That child-minded self absurd bossy annoying…
EPOV:
…stupid domineering officious interfering….
EMPOV:
I couldn't help it I grinned and hugged them both. Man did Bella smell good right now! Edward glowered at me but I shrugged it off. I grabbed a knife, as did the French chef on TV did, and pointed it to my tiny audience. "Let's get cooking!" I said seriously with the chef. I really sounded real pro!
EPOV:
….idiotic rash irresponsible negligent immature…
BPOV:
Edward and I rolled our eyes at the same time. Man, how am I going survive! "Now for course one!" cried the chef on TV.
TBC…