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Chapter Two
A loud hammering at my door woke me. I opened my eyes only for them to be abused by the sun. I rolled over burying my head deeper into the doona.
I am hung over.
The loud hammering at my door happened again.
"What?" I croaked praying that they would just let me die alone and hopefully quietly.
"Bell-uh," came the groan of Emmett's voice, he was probably hung over too. Why wasn't he still sleeping? "Make me breakfast." He pleaded through the door. I pulled a pillow over my head hoping to drown out the noise.
"No." I responded.
"But my head hurts." He almost sounded like he was crying. I could feel my brow creasing. Emmett knew how to play me. I had a soft spot for him. I didn't know why, or how to get rid of it, but he always made me feel guilty when I didn't give into him.
He doesn't know this of course.
I groaned, loudly, trying to make him feel guilty and got out of bed. I caught my reflection in the mirror. It was awful. My normally pale skin was now gaunt with vampire-like shadows under my eyes. I pulled on the glasses I rarely wore hoping to hide the bags and so I could see a little clearer. I remember losing one contact lens, but the other one has also disappeared and I have no clue as to where.
My hair, oh, let's not go there. I grabbed an elastic and tied it up. I'd obviously been too out of it to even change last night, so I pulled off my jeans and put on some sweats. I'd only worn a tank top and it seemed stain free, so I must've been a steady drunk.
It was strange. My self-consciousness and clumsiness seemed to disappear whenever I drank. If only you could always be drunk. Then again, maybe not, my pounding head and lack of a memory would be a constant pain in the ass.
I unlocked the door and opened it. We always locked our doors for parties, nothing's worse than rumpled sheets and strange stains.
Emmett almost collapsed on top of me as the door swung open. He had been leaning his head on my door. I pushed on his chest to stop him from head butting me. That was the last thing I needed this morning.
Emmett looked shocking. "Bacon?" I asked.
"And eggs please." He mumbled and I patted his cheek as he continued to lean against my doorframe. I may feel horrible, but he looks worse.
I was the cook in this house, which is why I got the early morning wake up call. Alice burns toast, and Rose, well, let's just say she has the Chinese place on her speed dial.
I dragged my feet out to the kitchen. The place didn't seem too bad. Everyone seemed to have made it home, as there were no party leftovers. There was shit everywhere, of course, but that seemed to be the extent of the damage.
"Morning Sunshine." Jake chimed as I entered the kitchen. I flipped him off for his cheery disposition and he slid me a mug of beautiful, beautiful coffee. I mumbled quietly thanks because I still didn't feel like being happy just yet.
I pulled out two industrial fry pans, loading one with eggs and the other with bacon. The toilet may sometimes regurgitate, but this house had a magnificent kitchen.
I walked into the lounge room to turn the TV on. Yes, it would wake Rose and Alice up, but I was up and I was hung-over and I was making them breakfast, so we should all just suffer together, no?
I ended up finding a music channel. I turned around to go but froze when I saw the couch.
Well, not the couch specifically, it was still the same red 'L' shaped lounge that we bought when we first moved in here. I didn't have anything on it, stains wise, unless you count a 6 foot humanoid as a stain.
The thing that made me drop the remote on my foot causing me to swear loudly and the man to groan and bury his head further into the red sofa cushion was the fact that CHECKOUT BOY NUMBER 3 was asleep on my couch!
I ran back into the kitchen.
"Checkout boy number 3 is asleep on my couch." I told Jake. The coffee mug was half way to his lips. He plonked it back down on the counter top, causing bits of coffee spilled over.
"No!" He said excitedly jumping down from the kitchen stool and hurrying to the lounge room. I followed him and we both leaned over the couch staring at beautiful checkout boy number 3 sleeping peacefully.
"Bella, he's your man." Jake said in awe.
I scoffed at him but then said, "I told Alice he was an 11."
"Bells, this is fate. He was destined to sleep on your couch." Jake told me.
We were still staring at him when my glasses slipped off my nose and landed on checkout boy number 3's hand. Jake swiped them quickly as he started to move. We both jumped when some unintelligible words escaped his lips. I started backing away from the couch. I bumped into Emmett.
"Food." He mumbled, sniffing the air. I sniffed too.
"Shit." I said to Jake, running (as fast as my head would allow) back into the kitchen. I pulled the eggs and the bacon off the stove top. It wasn't too bad. The eggs, which were meant to be scrambled, were now fried and the bacon was extra crispy (black) on one side.
I shrugged and piled the massive egg onto a plate for Emmett, along with some bacon rashers and began making more eggs, scrambled this time.
Jake entered the kitchen and sat down next to Emmett with his coffee and bacon. Emmett was digging into his breakfast.
"How did he get here?" I asked Jake, taking my glasses out of his hand and slipping them back on.
Jake put a piece of bacon in his mouth and pondered my question, "Did you call him?" he finally asked.
"No!" I said immediately and then thought about it, "I don't know, maybe!" I groaned grabbing my head.
"Hello."
"Checkout boy number 3! Remember me?"
It was fuzzy, I needed more. I ran into my room and grabbed my phone, scrolling through the call log I found an unknown number at least five hours after the party started. I exited my room, passing Rose and Alice; they were ogling checkout boy number 3. I ignored them and went and told Jake.
"So, what happened," he gasped, "did you sleep with him?"
"I don't know what happened, I remember Mike and," I told him slowly. "No, I didn't sleep with him!" I said indignantly as his comment sunk in. "Firstly, he's on my couch and secondly I woke up in my clothes from yesterday, and thirdly, I'm not a whore!"
I heard a chuckle from the door. I spun around. Checkout boy number 3 was awake. Alice and Rose were standing next to him, but were facing his side. Both had their mouths open staring at him. I saw Rose's lips move into what I assumed to be the question 'who is he'.
I flashed her eleven fingers. Alice understood and whispered something in Rose's ear. Rose did the big 'Oh' of recognition.
Checkout boy number 3 ran a hand through his wild bronze hair.
"Edward, can you pass me the syrup?" Emmett mumbled through a mouthful of eggs and bacon. Everyone's eyes flashed to checkout boy number 3... or Edward.
He tugged on his hair again, "Uh, where do you keep the syrup?" He asked me.
I spun and got the maple out of the pantry and handed it to him. He passed it to Emmett who poured it all over the remaining bacon and eggs. His hand returned straight back to his hair and we all stood there awkwardly.
I waited for him to say something. He didn't, so I took damage control on this situation.
"So, Edward?" I asked him and he sprung into action.
"Oh, shit, yea, Edward Cullen." He said holding out his hand formally. I shook it.
"Bella Swan." I released his hand first, and he drove both his hands into the pockets of his jeans.
The awkward silence continued. The only sound was Emmett digging away at his food. He had also taken the remainder of the bacon.
"So, what are you doing here?" Jake asked, thankfully.
"Oh, well, I got this strange phone call last night," he started and all the blood in my body rushed to my face. "Yes, someone rang me; she called me checkout boy number 3." Everyone in the kitchen looked at me, except for Emmett. He was attempting to reach for the scrambled eggs. I passed the pan to him.
Edward hadn't continued and everyone was still staring at me, "Sorry." I mumbled.
"Yes, well, you were talking to some guy Mike telling him that you would not have sex with him because you are," Edward used his fingers as quotation marks here, "not a whore!"
"Oh God!" I groaned and buried my face in my hands. In less than 24 hours I had told Edward three times that I was not a whore. He probably thinks I'm a whore. He probably thinks of me as the nymphomaniac just like I think of him as checkout boy number 3.
"You actually screamed that part," he added, "then I heard Emmett call across the room 'Bella, no drunk dialling' and then the call was disconnected." He finished. I hadn't removed my hands from my face.
"So, how did you get here?" Jake asked.
"Oh, Emmett came by my place and picked me up about 5 minutes after the phone call." Edward said.
"I drove last night." Emmett exclaimed, dropping his fork on his plate with a loud clang. His comment jolted me and I dropped my hands to my coffee mug.
"Yea, I barely had time to pull on jeans." My eyes flickered to the jeans and my thoughts drifted to what he could've pulled them on over. Nothing hopefully... I picked my eyes up. Edward was staring at me. He'd caught me checking him out. I blushed and turned to scrub one of the pans in the sink horrified.
"Oh shit." Emmett added, "Is everyone ok? The Jeep?"
"It's fine." Edward confirmed.
"So, Emmett brought you here and you decided to sleep on the couch?" Jake asked. I was thankful he was here; otherwise we'd all still be standing here gawking at each other.
"Yes, well when we got here some people were leaving. I tried to find the Bella girl," his eyes flashed to mine, "I'm sorry, I tried to find you, but I actually didn't know it was you." He smiled; the same smile he smiled when he asked if he could serve me. Oh God that sounded dirty. That is what that smile does to me.
"Yea, about that..." I started.
He laughed, "No, it's ok. I'm trained to not be judgemental. And I get it now." He pointed to the ceiling. The condom balloons were starting to sink now, they were now floating about the level of Edward's head. "72?" He asked, laughing. I cringed.
"Uh, no, 50, some popped." And some are in my bathroom for when we need them. My brain added. It said crazy things whenever Edward was around. Thankfully that last comment was in my head.
I saw Jake laughing out the corner of my eye. "Did you actually give him your number?" I asked as I jerked my thumb in Jake's direction. "He's gay you know that right, unless, ohh..." I let my words trail off.
Edward's eyes widened, "No, no, I'm not gay, I like girls, and," he stopped himself suddenly and changed his thought track. "I didn't give him my number?"
"Then how..."
"Emmett gave it to me." Jake answered. I frowned. Why would Emmett have his number? Realisation dawned on me.
"Oh, Cullen right?" I asked Edward and he nodded slowly, "Is Emmett your brother?" Edward nodded again. "So is it a coincidence that he brought you here?"
Everyone looked at Emmett.
"The last think I remember doing was body shots off Rosie." Emmett said.
I looked at Rose. She was tinted pink. Emmett was to only person who could get Rose to blush.
"Happy Birthday Rose." I said after a moment. A chorus of happy birthdays went off.
Emmett sat up straight and rubbed his eyes, "I got you a present." He stood and left the room. Normally we all would be pouncing on Rose, showering her with gift wrap and bows. Edward was standing there, nervously, in our kitchen, preventing our normal activities.
"I should probably go." He stated, no one protested. Should I stop him? He's my 11. I shook my head, it's Rose's birthday.
Edward started to head towards the door, "didn't you come with Emmett?" Jake asked. He stopped and patted the pockets of his jeans. Digging in he pulled out a set of car keys.
"I'll take the Jeep. It was nice meeting you all." He smiled and left. The four of us were quiet and then Alice and Rose pounced.
"How could you let him leave?"
"B he was hot."
"Are you two going to go out?"
"Did you sleep together?"
"I didn't know Emmett had a brother."
"Bella, you know I don't like you wearing your goggles."
"Rosie, happy birthday." Emmett interrupted their endless attacks by wrapping his arms around Rosalie's waist and handing her a box wrapped in red wrapping paper.
The gift broke their concentration. Rose tore the paper off and was left holding a glass box. Inside it was a miniature car model, a red BMW M3 convertible. She'd wanted one forever. Or at least it felt like forever, especially when she first saw it; it was all she talked about.
"One day I'll buy you the real deal." Emmett whispered in her ear and she turned to kiss him.
Alice began talking at me again, tearing my eyes away from Rose and Em's little display in the kitchen.
"So, checkout boy number 3." She prompted and I rolled my eyes.
"He has a name."
"Small details." She said waving her hand in the air. She swatted a particularly low condom balloon and it hit Rose on the head. She broke away from Emmett and they both turned to face me. Emmett looked considerably better.
Maybe make out sessions cured hangovers?
Damn, if only checkout boy number 3 was still here.
"What do you want to know?" I asked nonchalantly picking up a half eaten rasher and taking a bite. It was off Emmett's plate and still had remnants of syrup. Yuk. I dropped it as Rose asked,
"Did anything happen between you two?" I was shaking my head before she'd even finished her question.
"Nothing," I added, "I'm pretty sure we didn't do anything last night except the phone call. I can hardly remember a thing after Singstar broke out, and besides, he said he couldn't find me when he arrived."
"Why did you let him leave?" Alice asked her face twisted between disappointment and anger.
"Geez Ali, don't give me that look. It's Rose's birthday," I told her and she gave me a 'so what?' look. "Also, it was awkward, wasn't it? What was I suppose to do?"
"Ask to see him later, follow him out, I don't know, utilise the 'extras'." I glared at her when she winked on extras.
I chose to change the subject. Too much Edward talk was doing my head in.
"Rose, I got you a present, I'll go get it." I headed out of the kitchen and I heard Alice follow, saying that she also had something for us. Yes, I heard that too. Us. What has she done?
I got her one of those mega 21 key things and a gold linked bracelet, with tiny diamonds encrusted in the latch. We'd seen it on a shopping trip. Rose claimed it was too expensive, it was a little, but I knew she really wanted it when she sighed and smile wistfully. Rose and jewellery was easy to read.
I exited my bedroom. Rose was in the hallway awaiting her presents and Jake and Emmett were still in the kitchen.
"Happy Birthday Ro." I hugged her and gave her the key. She laughed.
"To your chastity belt?"
Ha ha. Say you're not a whore and people think you're a prude.
"Oh, with a comment like that do you really deserve this?" I said innocently, slowly swinging the box from side to side. It was unwrapped and Rose's eyes followed it like she was hypnotised.
I handed it to her and she opened it. She let out a small squeal before leaping on me. "Thank you Bella, how did you know?" She asked taking it out of the box and holding it up to admire. I just shrugged.
It was then I noticed Alice.
She was standing outside her bedroom door staring at the door handle.
"Alice?" I called apprehensively. She seemed 'in the zone', like she was trying to turn the door knob with her mind.
Rose looked up too. Alice turned around with a sheepish smile. "Is there a man in there Alice?" Rose questioned in joke.
Alice's eyes widened, not quite the response I was expecting. I thought she'd crack a joke like she'd slept with Hurley from Lost or something. But Alice bowed her head and shuffled her feet.
"Is there?"
Alice waved at us and Rose and I tip toed over to her door. She held a finger to her lips and slowly cracked the door. Rose, Alice and I peaked in. There was the blonde guy who I vaguely remember from the party. He was halfway through pulling his pants up, he was still shirtless.
"Oh shit!" Alice exclaimed loudly and then slammed the door loudly.
"Alice, who was that?" I asked her, looking at Rose.
Rose's eyes were twinkling. "Best birthday ever!" She exclaimed with that all knowing smile she added, "that was Jasper, wasn't!"
Alice stammered out a yes, still holding the door handle. There was a knock from the other side and I saw Alice fighting the knob that was trying to turn.
"Jasper, 11, Jasper?" I confirmed.
"Yes." She hissed at me. "What do I do?" She whispered.
"Go back in there." Rose said while I suggested,
"Maybe let him out Al."
"I can't, we were drunk last night, what if he doesn't remember?" She reasoned.
"Alice, you've got to talk to him." I told her while she deliberated.
She sighed and released the door knob. The door didn't open as Jasper was no longer clawing at freedom. Rose turned the handle and let the door swing open fully. Poor Jasper looked shocked at being confronted by three girls. At least he was dressed this time.
Rose pushed Alice in the back and she stumbled forward.
"Hey." She said shyly. Alice Brandon was never shy.
"Uh, Rose," I said trying to think of a diversion, a way to give Alice and Jasper privacy, a way to turn invisible, anything! "Let's go ask Jake if he'd do that gay kid on Glee?" Really, Bella? Even you know the answer to that.
"Bella, you know Jake wouldn't, his voice annoys him." Jake preferred rock to the 'show tunesy pop'.
She wasn't budging as I tugged on her arm. "Rose, move your ass." I said harshly and she slinked away giving me the stink eye.
We attempted clean up while waiting for Alice. We decided not to pop the 'balloons' as they added charm to the house. And what would the garbage man think if we threw out 50 condoms at one time?
Rose had told us Emmett was big, but no one needed to add to his ego.
Finally! We all heard the door to Alice's room open.
"I'll call you tomorrow darl." I assumed Jasper said. If it was Alice then she needed to get her testicles checked out.
Jasper walked through the living room, nodding his head to Rose and I, "Ladies." I'd never been one for a southern accent, but that man just made Woody from Toy Story sexy.
Alice emerged after; she was glowing, smile ear to ear.
"So?" Rose asked.
Hm, what went down?
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