Okay it's a little late but here's chapter 4. It's longer than 200 words and I have a feeling the rest will be too.
Anywho, read on...
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God she smelled good.
She started back into the apartment but stop and turned.
"Em, Jasper's still bringing Jake at noon tomorrow, correct?"
"Yep" He said popping the 'p'. Leaning over to kiss her cheek he murmured "We'll be back as soon as we're done."
He leaned further in the doorway and yelled.
"Bye Rosie!" I was assuming to the other person inside.
"Bye, Babe!" a far away voice yelled.
I followed Emmett outside and to a big black pickup truck.
"Hey, thanks, man! With Jasper stuck at work, this would have taken me another day to finish." He said as he started the truck.
I chuckled and shook my head.
"No problem. My Gran would have my hide if I didn't put to use the manners she worked her ass off to cram into my head. Her words, not mine."
He smirked like she knew exactly what I was talking about.
"Yeah, tell me about it. My Gran can be as sweet as can be but step a foot out of line and she'll use her cane as a weapon. Those fuckers are painful!" He cringed and I'd bet he'd experienced her wrath many times before.
"Oh god, the wooden spoons! They sting like nobodies business." I winced at the memories of pushing my Gran past her limit and the sting afterward. It didn't happen often but my teenage years had been hell for the both of us.
"I have a feeling we're all going to be seeing a lot of each other. You from around here?" He asked with a sideways glance as he navigated the streets.
"Yeah, born and raised." I stated.
It'd be nice to hang out with someone other than Alice and Gran. Since Seth had moved to Washington, I've just been to busy or well lazy to actually go out with my old group of friends. If you could call them that, the only one I got along with and actually liked was Seth. The others were a bunch of dick heads going through life looking for the next girl to take to bed. Not that I've been a saint but at twenty-seven, I've grown to realize I would never find anything real from a one night stand. I wanted it all and I know I won't find it in a seedy bar or casual sex.
Bella's old place must have been at least an hour away and by the time we arrived I had found out that Bella was 24, five years younger than him; he'd been married to his wife Rosalie for almost two years. Emmett had started a construction company a few years back with their cousin Jasper and Rosalie was a preschool teacher.
After my awkward and failed attempt of trying to act casually at asking about Bella, I found out she was an artist and amateur photographer. That's all he would tell me saying I needed to get to know her personally, he wasn't doing all my grunt work.
"If you actually like her then you have to work for her attention which means you have to talk to her. She's my little sister so you better watch yourself but you seem like a good guy so I don't have a problem if you actually want to pursue her for more than sex. If that's all you want then you better stay the hell away from her. Also dude, it's not just me that you need to tread water with, Bella can throw a hellava punch and she's got hard boney knees. I'm speaking from experience here." We both grimaced and groaned knowing that kind of pain.
As we pulled up to what I assumed to be Bella's old apartment building, I knew I wanted more and I knew I wanted Bella. It couldn't be that hard getting to know her, I mean she lived right across the hall.
If only I had known then that I shouldn't ever underestimate Bella's ability to attract the attention of every man within a ten mile radius. I would definitely have my work cut out for me.
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