AN: I hope you guys like this one! Emmett makes me laugh in this chapter. I love him, though!
Stephanie Meyer owns Twilight. I own this pack of cigarettes that is keeping me awake, and a can of Diet Coke that is telling me to share with a 'Star.' Gonna drink it anyway!
Chapter 2: Oh, What a Difference
O'Brien's Bar in Midtown
"Hey, waitress? Is your name 'Summer?'" Emmett asked as the waitress set his beer down on the table.
Puzzled, she looked down at her name tag, which clearly read 'Alice.'
"Um, no… why do you ask?" she questioned, tilting her head and arching her brow at him.
"Because you're hot," Emmett answered, a smirk playing across his lips as he chuckled to himself.
Alice sighed and rolled her eyes at him, shaking her head. "Very clever," she stated, taking a step back.
"I just made it up," Emmett replied, the smirk on his face turning into a sly grin.
She laughed at him, looking over his appearance. "It's written on your shirt."
Emmett looked down at his shirt and shook his head, chuckling at the little pixie of a waitress in front him. "I have a magic shirt that writes what I'm thinking," he lied, his gaze returning to her.
Before Alice could say anything, Jasper, the bartender, steps up behind Alice, his hand touching her arm to get her attention. "Hey, we just got a new shipment in. Can you help me in the back, please?"
She smiled in response, and turned away from Emmett and doesn't look back as she follows Jasper to the back of the bar.
A few minutes later, Edward walked into the bar, his shirt crumped and his hair a disaster. This was as a result of his fingers raking through it. Spotting his brother Emmett, he walked over to his booth and dropped down into the seat across from his friend.
"Hey! Whoa, what happened to you?" Emmett asks.
"I walked in on Victoria and another guy," Edward mutters, placing his elbows on the table and putting his head in his hands.
"Man! That is the shittiest thing ever! You have to feel like shit. Do you?"
Edward's head snaps up as he glares at Emmett. "Yeah."
"You gotta feel like you're up shit's creek without a ladder."
Sighing, Edward corrected him: "Paddle."
Emmett stood and walked around the table. "Paddle. Want a hug?"
Edward stood as well, nodding. "Yeah, I might like that."
Emmett wrapped his arms around his brother, squeezing tightly and smacking Edward's back twice, knocking the breath out of him.
"Yeah, I didn't like that," Edward rasps, going to sit down.
"Let me try again," Emmett said, holding his arms out.
"Easy, Emmett."
Emmett returned to his seat, getting excited at the prospect of his best friend and brother being single again. "Listen, you're single now, Edward! You can do all of the stuff you wanted to do, but couldn't because you were with Victoria. You and I can paint the town, again, together. Edward and Emmett, the Cullen Brothers, back on the scene!"
Edward could almost feel Emmett's enthusiasm, a slight smile forming on his lips. "That might be nice," he stated.
Emmett guffawed, "For the ladies, yeah. Remember back when you were single? Before you met Victoria? I remember this one time, you called me and you were psyched! You had met this beautiful girl who was funny and thought you were funny and you hit it off! You were having the time of your life. You can do that kind of stuff again, now. Remember that?"
Edward sighed and ran his fingers through his hair again. "Yeah, Emmett. That girl was Victoria."
Emmett's smile faded away and he sighed. "Damn."
Another waitress stops by and quickly grabs a beer for Edward as well, setting it on the table, giving Edward a once over before she walks away.
Edward sighed, cringing at the waitress who just blatantly checked him out before taking a long pull of his beer. "I have to win her back, Emmett."
Emmett shook his head adamantly. "I'll have to kill you."
Exasperated, Edward slammed his bottle on the table. "Emmett, we were supposed to get married! Just last week we were talking about moving upstate soon and getting out of the city. We were going to be starting our lives together! I've planned my whole life around her, and now she's gone. I can't imagine being without her," he whined.
Emmett sighed, looking up at his brother with a serious expression on his face. "Picture it like this: 'Hi, I'm Edward. I'm not dating a heartless skank who cheats on me."
Edward groaned, grabbing for his beer again. "Emmett, please," he begged, rolling his eyes before taking another pull off of his bottle.
"Fine, Edward. There's only one way to win a woman back. But, I'm gonna tell you… it's kind of iconic."
"Ironic?"
Emmett accepted the correction. His brother had always been smarter. "Ironic. I mean, Edward, look at you! You're a mess. You want Victoria back, for some reason. Well, here's how," he began, pausing for a few moments.
"How?" Edward asked, getting fed up with his brother's dramatics.
Emmett smirks and leans in towards Edward, before rearranging his features to a serious face. "Pretend… you couldn't… care less."
Edward leaned back with a huff, rolling his eyes again. "Have you met me? Do you really think that I can just move on that easily?"
Emmett leaned back and took a swig of his beer before responding. "You want her back, right?" When Edward confirmed, he continued. "Then there is just one think that you need to know." He paused again, enjoying watching his brother's irritation.
"And that is?"
"Forget her. Boom! Kaput! She's gone! Women come back when you move on. They become fed up with you and they list all of the things that you are lacking in. So, you go out and find someone new, and then, guess what? They want you back. See what a difference a little indifference makes?"
Edward stared at his brother in disbelief. It couldn't possibly be that easy. "If this were true, don't you think that everyone would know about it?"
Emmett looked around the bar until he saw a prime example. He leaned in so his brother could hear him better as he dropped down the volume of his voice. "See that guy crying in his beer? A girl walks up to him and blows in his ear. Next thing you know, she's taking off her clothes. His ex may have moved on, but, trust me, she knows. The new girl will say, 'Let's have sex! No strings attached.' He'll say 'Okay,' completely in shock. Then his cell phone will ring and it's his ex-girlfriend. All of the sudden, she just 'wants to talk.'"
Seeing that his brother is starting to believe him, he smiled. "Come on, Edward! We can hit the town and go somewhere loud. We'll both get smashed. It's me, bro. I won't let you down. She's a memory! Just let it fade," he pleads. "We'll have each other's backs, let loose, and even relax. Who knows? You might even get laid!"
"Emmett, I don't know," Edward muttered, shaking his head. It, really, can't be that damn easy, right?
"Come on, Edward, if you go out and have fun, Victoria will sense it! Women have a sick sense about this stuff," Emmett pled.
"Sixth?" Edward supplied.
"No. Sick."
Edward sighed, and then chuckled; shaking his head before signaling to the waitress that he'd like another beer. She quickly brought it to him and walks away, but not before eye-fucking him again.
"Come on, Edward! Let's go out and forget the past. Please? Edward and Emmett back together, at last."
Edward nodded, praying that his brother knew what he was talking about, in this instance. "Fine."
"That's what I'm talking about! I'll get us dates!"
Edward smiled, a genuine smile, at his brother. "You know what? I know this bar that Victoria hates!"
"We'll do what we used to do! Then, look, Victoria's back for more," Emmett said, a smile playing across his lips before he slammed the rest of his beer.
Edward laughed, "I'll say, 'Oh my God! You're back?! Victoria, have you met the door?"
Emmett laughed heartily and nods. "See what a difference a little indifference can make? Let's go!"
Throwing bills on the table, Emmett and Edward left the bar and head back to Emmett's place for the evening. Edward, instantly, felt better with this plan. He knew that his brother wouldn't steer him wrong.
-ILYB-
Alright, folks! Tell me what you think! Isn't Emmett hilarious?!
Until next time!
-Bree (a.k.a. SBOG)