Chapter three Lightning Crashes
DISCLAIMER: these character's are the property of Stephanie Meyer, not me, ya dig?
BPOV
"Give me a second will ya?" I asked in an uneven tone.
He nodded understanding and strolled down the hallway. I casually shut the door and began to panic.Jesus Christ! I thought. Had I really just agreed to go out with him? Granted that I loved coffee and had a surprising fondness for his smile, I for some reason thought the idea inconceivable. Uhhm maybe because you were totally crushing on his brother last night. Oh right. Despite my head's suggestions about avoiding an awkward love triangle, I scrambled to the dresser to find my most confident looking outfit. I then remembered that I would have few choices due to the fact that the Cleaver's, true to their nick name, are very particular when it comes to tidiness. They must have mistaken my unpacking technique for a heap of dirty clothes. All I ended up finding were some cute, faded, Hollister capris, and a black cotton tank that dipped low in the back, and tied around the neck. I threw on some black flip flops and glanced in the mirror on my closet. I looked like I was ready for a trip to Six Flags, but at least I didn't appear to be trying to hard.
When I walked into the living room, I spotted him sitting on the couch with a weird looking concoction in his hand. Mike saw me from the kitchen but Emmett failed to notice my presence. He was too busy sniffing his cup of whatever.
"You need one too Bella?" Mike questioned. Emmett's eyes shot up, much like when I woke him up. I was taken aback yet again. It was like two suns all of a sudden peeking out of the clouds. You know, if they were blue and perfectly mesmerizing.
He seemed to be assessing me as well, and I was very pleased with the thought of that.
"Um what is it?" I asked, honestly curious.
"Hangover remedy" he replied.
"May I ask what's in it?"
"Definitely not" he answered.
"Then I think I'll pass.." I said sounding bored even though I wasn't. I hope I didn't come off as snobbish. I just wanted to leave already.
"Good call" Emmett chuckled. He then looked around like he was unsure of how to proceed.
"Hey Mike" I yelled, "When will your parents be back?"
"They called a second ago, about 5:30 I think" he said.
I quickly stood up and headed for the door, motioning for Emmett to follow.
"Okay well I'm heading out, be back later!" I yelled.
I pretty much sprinted out the door before I could get a reaction. Once I was outside I realized it definitely wasn't Six Flags kinda weather. Ever since I arrived I've underestimated this town's ability to remain gloomy at all hours of the day. I searched for a car that would help me escape the chill. Not that I would know his car if I saw it, but I didn't see any vehicles on the street actually. Emmett came up behind me.
"It's nice isn't it?" he stated.
I wasn't sure if he was referring to the day or not. I whipped around to hopefully find more clues.
"the sidewalk...." he finished ,"for other girls I haul out my jeep, but your special you see?" he waved his arm across the air, displaying the cracked concrete.
"Well well, I don't believe I ever traveled on a ...what'd you call it again side-wohhk?" I spoke in a debutante accent.
He smiled ," It's not far I promise, I'll have Ed bring my car up so we can drive you home."
"Well that would be very nice of you." I said calmly, really I was anxious as hell. Both of them in the same place!? I didn't know if I could handle it. But my tension eased and after that conversation flew freely. He told me about his golden retriever, Trophy, and how his father used to be a wonderful doctor, before he died in a car crash. As the story goes Edward was driving and they were arguing, one thing led to another and before he knew it he was waking up to flashing lights, and a limp father in the passenger seat.
"Poor Edward" I said aloud.
"Yeah poor him." Emmett retaliated harshly. It was obvious I hit a button. I didn't know what to say then, I just waited for him to speak.
"So tell me about you?" he finally asked. I tried to be as personal as possible, since he revealed so much to me. I explained the death of my parents, my days filled with endless shopping, because my mom chose to throw credit cards instead of actually conversating, and reluctantly, I told the boob story.
"So Ed was the hero?" he smiled.
"Yup", I chattered, finally remembering how cold I was ,"you Cullen men really know how to save the day."
"What did I do?" he said while messing with his phone. I was a bit annoyed at the gesture.
"You helped me escape the Beave" I answered trying to catch his attention. It worked, he raised an eyebrow asking a silent question.
"Mike" I answered.
"Ahh yeah I can see that...." he started," when you walked out he warned me or you could say told me that I should play it safe, and that you and I would never be more then friends."
"You're kidding" I gawked.
"Nope, you're living with a psycho."
"I've known him two days!" I clarified.
"There it is." he said pointing over the street. The place was called Coop's Soups. Real original.
"It's not technically a coffee place," he explained,"but you won't find a better cup I swear." I believed him too.
"Aww fuck me!" he exclaimed.
"What is it!?" I asked worried.
"I just really wanted to talk some more ....but the little piss ant showed up early." he nodded toward the entrance.
There stood Edward, even more deliciously decked out, then when I first saw him. He was smiling, so in turn I was smiling. I crossed the parking lot faster than Emmett did.
"Hi again" I said breathlessly.
He nodded then looked to Emmett.
"Dear brother, have you no manners? She's obviously freezing" he spoke. What was with these boys...in the smallest possible phrase they were incredible. Edward's voice carried just as much fluidity as Emmett's, but it was different somehow. He was a little leaner, but you could still tell he was muscular. He took off his jacket and handed it to me. I put it on quick dying to smell some more cinnamon and oranges. I pouted when I only discovered the citrus scent. It was still good but before was better. Perhaps the smell lay somewhere else on his body.
I intended to find out.
*******As you can probably tell I'm trying to update every night, keep in mind however that I am 17 and have a five month old and school during the day so I won't always be able to update. To Kayanne thank you so much for your encouraging reviews, I hope I don't disappoint anybody. Please review....for my baby? lol
