A/N: Just another random update :P
BPOV Previously: That was when the doorbell rang; since I was the closest to it, I decided to help an already stressed out Rose and answer it for her. Assuming it was just another random, who had heard about the party and decided to gate crash, I opened the door widely and waited for them to come in. I surprised when they just stood there and didn't make any motion to come inside. "Excuse me miss?" A deep voice asked; for some strange reason that voice sounded really familiar. I squinted against the barely illuminated porch light and tried to recognize who it was. The figure stepped forward and I gasped; just what we needed to make everyone's already crappy day crappier.
"You again! What are you stalking me?" I crossed my arms angrily and waited.
"Nope, just doing my job."
"So what is it this time? I'm obviously not speeding." I stated sarcastically, rolling my eyes.
He gave a low chuckle and shook his head, "We've had complaints about the level of noise coming from this house, from the neighbours."
"Those neighbours really don't know how to mind their own fucki-"
He gave a light cough interrupting me.
"Look Mr Emmett Cullen," I started, glancing at his name tag again. "I'll make sure we turn the volume down and keep it low."
"I need to speak to the owner of this house."
"Yeah, well he's to busy fucking some random slut and cheating on his girlfriend." I shouted angrily.
"Bella what's wrong?" Rosalie came up behind me and placed a shaky hand on my shoulder.
Alice and I had finally convinced her that killing Mike would not be a good idea and like the good co-host she was she ran upstairs and tried her best to fix the mascara streaked tears running down her face.
Being Rosalie she looked absolutely stunning and if you didn't know, there was absolutely no evidence whatsoever that she had once been crying.
She looked up and saw Emmett and gave him a slow flirty smile, "Can I help you officer."
Yeah another thing, Rosalie never and I repeat never got hung up over a guy for more then an hour. It was one of the many things I admired about her.
I rolled my eyes and left her to her flirting; I decided I was thirsty so I went looking for a drink.
Around 30 minutes later Rosalie came back with the biggest smile ever; her flawless hair was mussed and her immaculate clothes were out of place.
I raised an eyebrow at her, "Puh-lease tell me you did not just have a quickie with Emmett Cullen at the front door."
"No!" She said defensively, "Emmett and I just-"
"What's this about Emmett?" A rough velvety voice cut in.
I knew before even looking who it belonged to, the other Cullen.
"Nothing he just…came to check on the house…because the music was too loud apparently and people complained…" Rosalie babbled nervously.
Okay something was seriously wrong here, Rosalie was never nervous and she never babbled.
I raised another eyebrow at her and Edward grinned.
"Whatever," he stated raising his hands. "If you two are fucking I don't wanna know about it."
"What the hell? We are not fucking!" Rosalie yelled her voice increasing with each word.
"Uh huh." Edward slowly walked up to her and smoothed down her hair and then her fixed her red top so it wasn't as creased as before. "That's what they all say." He winked at her and walked away.
Jealousy flared up in me, I wanted to be the one whose hair he smoothed, the one whose top he fixed, after ravaging me in bed of course. Okay that the hell is wrong with me? Clearly I need therapy and I did not just check out his butt while he walked away.
Damn does he have a hot butt though. A perfectly shaped one. His muscles rippled with every step he took and narrow hips framed the rounded flesh I so badly wanted to sink my hands in. Yeah, therapy would be good right about now.
"Umm Bella, you wanna close your mouth and wipe that drool off?" Rosalie asked smirking.
"Shut up Rose, I'm not the one who got caught fucking a certain someone's brother, who might I mention is a cop."
"We did not have sex!"
"So what exactly did you do? And don't tell me your hair and clothes were out of place from just one little peck on the cheek," I said motioning to her.
"So we may have had a hot little steamy make-out session."
"Rose you don't even know him!"
"Don't know who?" Alice's confused little voice questioned.
"Ahhh Miss Alice," I crooned mockingly. "So nice of you to grace us with your presence."
Alice blushed a million shades of red. Alice never blushed; clearly she had done something naughty with Jasper.
"Don't distract me, know who?"
"Rosalie here is being a dirty little slut." Rosalie flashed me a dirty look. "She was making out with the town's local hero, Emmett Cullen."
Alice gasped and rushed over to Rosalie's side. "Emmett Cullen? Edward Cullen's brother? Seriously? Ahhhhhhh! I'm so happy for you! He's a total hottie."
"Whoa Alice calm," Rosalie said giggling.
Rosalie never giggled.
Who was Emmett Cullen and what was he doing to my friend. I left the two of them squealing like crazy and rounded the corner bumping into Edward. That's all I ever seemed to be doing, bumping into Edward, literally.
"Oops sorry," I said before I could stop myself.
He gave me his signature cocky smirk, "Are you now?"
"No actually, not really." I responded just as coolly.
"Good because I'm not either." His being there was starting to affect me now. I felt my knees weaken and suddenly he grabbed my arm. Electricity shot up and sparks flew. "Come on, I want to show you something."
A/N: Is anyone even reading this?
