Disclaimer: Nope. Nothing. Makes me want to cry myself to sleep. But I guess a girl can dream – right?!
-Chapter 4-
EmPOV
As we walked back into my bedroom, I became hyper-aware of my surroundings and what I might find. I did make my bed… right? Crap! Did I leave my boxer-briefs lying around again? Because I have been working so much overtime with Edward on out new project at work, I have had no time to get any luck with the ladies. This resulted in my once impressive bachelor pad looking, well, less impressive and more dingy.
I realized I shouldn't be worried; it isn't like I was with the beautiful creature walking silently behind me. I just wanted to make sure she wasn't grossed out – I did offer her my bed to sleep in tonight, anyways. Yeah, we will stick with that alibi for my worries.
BPOV
As we walked into his room, I didn't really care that it looked and smelled unlike home. It wasn't too bad, a few clothes lying around, and the bed was unmade… but in a weird way, it was comforting and inviting. I knew I probably felt this way because of how desperate of sleep I was. It must be 3am by now…
Emmett went to his dresser and pulled out some sweatpants, and then a realization hit me. He was huge, not fat, but pure muscle, and THICK. And I was petite; those would never stay on my hips without tying them up with a belt around my waist, making a female Urkel – a lovely impression to give a guy like Emmett… not that I care about impressing him.
As he handed me the pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt, I gave him a guilty look. "Do you happen to have any pants… that are smaller? I don't think I'll be able to keep these on my hips." I smiled, laughing at myself for the thought. That would be something that would happen to me around a hot guy.
"Oh, uh… er… I don't think so…" he mumbled, getting more flustered by the second. I hoped my comment about keeping my pants on wasn't what caused his anxious muttering. Yet part of me hoped I had that effect on him. It must be the beer and being shook up, that is why you are thinking this way.
He didn't look like he was having much luck, so I decided to go over and help him. Even something with a tighter waist would work better than these sweats. I stuck my hand in a random drawer and felt a comfortable fabric, it felt like under armor, what you wear when going for a jog on cold mornings. I yanked the piece out to find what looked like long shorts.
"If it is okay, I can just wear your under armor, it will fit better."
Emmett looked down, and he was… blushing? "Uh, Bella, you are more than welcome to wear those, they are clean, but uh, those are my boxer-briefs."
Now it was my turn to blush. "Oh," I let out a semi-nervous laugh, "well, that is awkward. Um, if it isn't weird, I would still like to wear them."
EmPOV
A girl, THIS girl, the most gorgeous, unattainable woman I have met tonight, is asking to wear my boxers. Hell, what does she expect me to say? 'No, babe, don't put your cute little butt in my boxers, those are mine'? Mental pictures were coming fast in my head of Bella in my clothes, or rather taking off my clothes. Including the clothes on my body and hers.
I shook my head slightly, subtle enough for Bella to not know what I was thinking. I need to stop that now – her man is down the hall.
"Yeah, that's fine. The bathroom is right down the hall, feel free to use whatever you want." She smiled in what appeared to be gratitude, and I swear I felt my heart melt just a little more. "Hey, I am going to heat up something, do you want something? Food or a drink? Maybe some hot chocolate? I would really love to talk to you some if you aren't too tired." If only she knew how much I craved her company right now. I wanted to know about her, and her and Edward. I needed to know how long this behavior with him has been going on. And I needed to know what she meant when she said she couldn't deal with him anymore.
BPOV
I really was tired, but Emmett was so at ease and so… open. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to talk just a bit, just to get to know him.
"Hmm… okay. I would kill for some hot chocolate. With whipped cream, if you have any." I smiled brightly, looking forward to getting to know Emmett. "I'll meet you in the kitchen in ten."
EmPOV
Oh, if only she knew about my whipped cream stash. If only she knew.
A/N: Alright, I tried to give you guys some minor humor this chapter so my story isn't pure drama. REVIEW! I really want to hit 8 reviews before I put on the next chapter. Please recommend my story if you like it!
Ps – my math midterm is DONE. I got a B, not the best, but I am horrible at math, so I am happy. For people who are about to say B+'s are good, you don't understand what it is like going to a school that to get in the top 10 percentile, you have to have a 4.0. (So if I stress in my ANs, that is why!)
