Penname: inveiglee

Original or Derivative (fanfiction): Derivative

Rating/Warning(s)/Note(s): M, for language

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Prompt: Dialogue Flex: "You'll have to speak louder!" she yelled.
Using the provided snippet of dialogue, explore what comes to mind, be it a scene, a thought, or something else.

"Dammit, Emmett! Quit leaving your shit everywhere!"

I felt my face grow hot and picked up his clothes with a pair of tongs that I had grabbed from the kitchen. This wasn't the first time he'd left his nasty, sperm-infested boxers lying around in the middle of the living room.

I chucked the articles of clothing which I'm sure were ridden with bacteria.

"Ow! Calm your balls, Edward!" He looked annoyed.

Good.

The day Emmett asked if he could stay with me temporarily, I agreed without hesitation. I mean, he was my brother; I couldn't just turn my back on him when he needed me.

I'd have thought that living on his own for five years would've matured him, yet he was still the same ogre who couldn't keep a room clean if his life depended on it.

I looked around the kitchen and cringed in disgust. There were days old crumbs all over the countertops, and dirty dishes were piling up in the sink.

What. The. Fuck.

I leave for three hours, and this is what I come back to.

I slipped on a pair of latex gloves and pulled out my brand new bottle of disinfectant. My plans with Jasper would have to wait.

I glanced around the room, struggling to see through the smoke that filled the air. The place reeked with the smell of weed; I detected a hint of vomit, and it almost made me want to do exactly that.

Groaning, I felt the need to smack myself.

Thanks to Alice, I was now stuck at a party surrounded by people I've never seen before. Listening to my little sister had never gotten me anywhere except into a countless number of sticky situations, and this one wasn't any different.

I could practically feel the germs crawling all over my skin, and I shuddered. The one time I forget my disinfectant wipes…

Feeling a little lonely and slightly put off by all the dry-humping going on around me, I went into the kitchen in hopes of finding a decent drink.

Damn, the countertops were filthy.

I wanted to poke my eyes out at the sight of all the gunk that surrounded the molding. Who the hell lived here? I thought Emmett was bad, but this person beat him by a landslide.

I poured myself a cup of Sprite, not wanting to risk getting drunk in fear that I might accidentally touch something in this filthy household, and sipped contently.

From my peripherals, I could see a girl walking towards me from the backyard with Alice.

"Edward, I brought you here so you could socialize. Not drink soda like a fucking pansy. I wouldn't be surprised if you probably tried to sweep the floor or something," she said when she reached me.

She knew me too well. "Shutup, Alice. You're so full of yourself," I said, glaring at her.

"Sure. Anyways, this is Bella Swan. Bella, meet by germaphobe of a brother, Edward. He's in his third year."

I shook Bella's hand and took the time to admire. She was cute. The way her long brown hair flowed down her back in waves was nice, she had a sexy smile, and I was really digging the way she barely reached my shoulders. She had to be at least five-foot four.

The three of us walked out of the kitchen to where most of the people were, and Alice ditched us when she saw Jasper.

I gave the Bella the once-over again, really liking the way she looked…until I saw something on her shirt.

On the sleeve of her right arm was a huge dirt stain. I'm talking the "the size of Texas" big. This girl was hot and all, but I was not digging the dirty shirt.

I mentally slapped myself. What the hell was wrong with me? Here I was, standing next to a girl who was probably way out of my league, and all I could think about that the dry mud on her right shoulder.

Before I could stop myself, I said, "You have a little something on your shoulder."

She looked confused. "I'm sorry?"

"You have something on your shoulder."

She shook her head, her cute eyebrows all scrunched up.

"You'll have to speak louder!" she yelled.

"THERE'S SHIT ON YOUR SHOULDER!" I practically screamed.

Just my luck, someone happened to accidentally knock over the stereo, effectively cutting off this music mid-sentence.

Which meant Bella, and everyone else at the party, heard me.

I gulped and my eyes grew wide with fear. I could practically feel my face turning red in embarrassment.

"Get the hell out of my house!" she spat at me, practically fuming through the ears.

Oh shit. This was Bella's house. Bella, with the beautiful brown locks and the killer smile, was the one who was managed to out-dirty Emmett.

I couldn't have run faster than I did at that moment.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Second WitFit entry. Gotta love Edward as a germaphobe! In case you didn't know, the entries don't relate to one another...they'll all have different plots.