Title: Day to Day

Summary: When Edward's older brother Emmett decides it time for Edward to come out of his OCD shell, Edward will find himself doing something he never imagined he would. Falling in love.

Rating: M eventually, we'll be sailing the T seas for awhile ladies but it will be worth the wait.

Pairing: Canon pairings cause that's how I roll

Disclaimer: I wish I owned this Edward he is so adorable to me, but sadly no. Stephanie Meyer still owns everything I just love to manipulate it to justify my imagination.

Chapter Six – Bella
Favours

I hate standing in line.

It's not that I feel like I'm better than everybody else and that I shouldn't have to stand in line, it's just I am a very impatient person plus an only child so I'm used to get thing that I wanted when I wanted without having to wait for it.

So the fact that three people ahead of me someone got to have their coffee at that exact moment while I didn't really peeved me off.

But I digress.

As I was standing in the line for Starbucks my phone began ringing in my bag.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hey Bella, its Emmett Cullen." He said.

"Hey Emmett what's up?" I asked.

"Um I need to ask you a favour."

"Sure" I said thankful that the line was moving on.

"I'm taking my brother away for the weekend. Last minute sort of thing and we need someone to watch his cat. Honestly I wouldn't be asking if I wasn't majorly stuck but he doesn't really want to go and is using the cat as an excuse so if I can get him taken care of he's got no argument." Emmett explained.

"That sounds fine Emmett; this is Edward we're talking about?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'll text you his address and stuff. We'll be back on Monday morning." Emmett explained.

"Again sounds fine. Emmett I have to go I'm at the top of the line for Starbucks, but just text me where Edward lives and what to feed the cat and I'll do it."

"Great thanks again Bella." He said before we said our goodbyes and hung up.

I ordered my coffee and waited for my name to be called. As I did I got a text from my Mom asking could she come out and visit next weekend.

I called her back and waited for her to pick up.

"Hello?" she answered.

"Since when do you ask can you visit or not?" I asked her curious.

"I always announce my arrival." Mom said sounding offended.

"Mom one time you walked in on me waxing." I told her.

"Oh yeah" She said before laughing. "Did that skin grow back alright?" she then enquired.

"Yes it did. No thanks to you." I told her.

"So I'll see you next weekend?" she asked.

"Yeah that sounds great." I told her. "Is Phil going to come with you?" I asked her.

"No he's got a game, hence why I'm coming to see you."

"Oh I'm the backup plan?"

"So what big party plans do you have this weekend?" She asked me avoiding my question.

"I'm cat sitting." I told her.

"Wow scale it back a notch Hon. You and your wild ways." She teased.

I rolled my eyes at this my mother was a bit of a wild 'thang' in her youth. She never let having a baby a sixteen take away from her youth and she enjoyed it. The very reason she and my Dad split if we're being honest here.

Charlie was very much a serious guy and believed that he should take care of Renee and me because he got her pregnant. You know the noble thing to do in that situation. He married my Mom and went to school at night so he could graduate early and got a job in the police force.

My Mom on the other hand, well she saw being married and having a baby as her being an adult and she could do whatever she wanted. She barely graduated high school but somehow miraculously got into Art College. She then met her college friends and went partying the whole time. Sometimes she brought me. Apparently I was a hoot at parties at the age of one.

As you can imagine these conflicting parenting view caused a wedge between my parents and by the time I was three Mom and I were living in Arizona and Dad was living in Forks, Washington.

"Not all of us can lead the party, party life style." I told her.

"Yeah but you're twenty five, you should be out enjoying your life. Meet new people, having sex with random guys."

"Mom!" I said embarrassed as my coffee order was called.

"Or girls whatever you're into." She said and I resisted the urge to smack my own forehead.

"Mom I will never talk to you about that sort of thing. Ever so don't try it ever again." I told her.

"Fine. Party-pooper. You know most people would be happy with a mother like me. Accepting their youth and not pressuring them for grandchildren." She explained.

"Mom the day you start pressuring me for grandchildren I'm having my tubes tides." I said taking my coffee from the barista who was obviously listening to my conversation because they were cracking up laughing.

"Now that you say it though a couple of grandkids sound nice." Mom began saying when I cut her off.

"So I was thinking about going to a kegger?" I suggested and she laughed.

"So what are you up to today?" she asked. "Wait shouldn't you be teaching small children how to read?"

"I have a day off for some reason."

"Planning day?" she asked.

"That wouldn't be a day off really." I explained.

"Suppose not. Why the day off?"

"Something to do with us having some affiliation with religion and it being a holy day. I don't pay that much attention all I know is I got a long weekend." I explained.

"Sounds like fun." She said.

"Right well I better go. I'm going to get my hair cut while I have some time off. I'll talk to you next week?" I asked.

"Definitely" She said before we hung up. I walked towards my favourite hair salon, coffee in hand. When I walked in I was greeted by the heat of the place. A place with a tonne of hair dryers and hair straightners going tends to heat up pretty quickly. I don't know how the stylists handle it all day long.

"Welcome to Whitlock's Hair Design, what can I help you with?" a woman not much younger than I asked at the desk.

"Hi, I'm looking for Peter. If you could just tell him..." I began when I heard a booming voice behind me.

"Isabella Swan as I live and breathe." Peter said as he walked towards me. I had met Peter in college during my frumpy stage. We started off in the same course until he dropped out and went to beauty school. He was the one who thought me not to be afraid of the curling iron.

"Hello Peter, do you think you can squeeze me in?" I asked.

"Sure." He said "I've got a free slot now. So come on." He said leading me over to his chair and sitting me down. "Look at all this hair." He said scooping it all up. "What am I doing with it?" he asked.

"Could you just fix it? It's driving me crazy." I explained.

"Do you want me to colour it?" he asked.

"Maybe lighten it up a bit? It gets so dark and depressing during the winter so I want to lighten it up for summer." I explained and he nodded.

"Okay and maybe take the heaviness out, but keep the length?" he asked.

"Sounds perfect" I said before he got to work with it.

"So how are things?" he asked as he draped the cover over me so not to ruin my clothes.

"Things are... well they're pretty boring right about now. You?" I asked.

"Can't complain you know, business is good. Charlotte finally agreed to the divorce terms so I'm pretty happy about that."

Peter had married Charlotte after receiving a lot of pressure from his parents. They had been acquaintances before that and had never really hit it off before. Both of them knew the marriage wasn't working though and Peter's been trying to convince her for years to get a divorce but she wouldn't let go because her parents were proud of the marriage. She was pretty much convinced that her and Peter could work on the marriage and maybe one day they'd love each other.

It wasn't until she walked in on Peter drilling his friend Mike ass that she realised why it was never going to work with Peter. Poor girl. Her gay-dar was obviously defective.

"That's good, so any special guy in your life right now?" I asked him.

"Not really. I've been out a couple of time with different guys and I'm pretty happy doing it like that. I don't want to get back into another relationship straight away you know?" he asked as he put the colour in my hair.

"I know exactly what you mean. When I break up with a guy I don't want to have a new one two weeks later. Gotta let yourself become a little independent again."

"Exactly. So what about you Bella? Any special guy at the moment?" he asked me and I sighed.

"I wish." I told him. "I haven't had any relationship in two years and I miss it."

"So no one has caught your eye?" he asked.

"No" I said but even to me it sounded like I was lying.

"Liar, tell me." He stated and because half my head was covered in hair colour I knew I couldn't just get up and leave to avoid answering.

"Well yeah my eye has been caught, but the guy is completely unattainable."

"Oh my God. Please tell me you don't have a lady boner for one of the Dad's at school." Peter stated shocked sitting up and stopping what he was doing.

"God no. I would never do that." I told him.

"He's married?" he asked.

"No."

"He's got Aids?"

"Nope."

"Plays for the other team?"

"No" I said exasperated.

"It wouldn't be the first time." Peter said his eyebrows jerked.

"I hit on you once. I was drunk. You weren't even out yet." I told him.

"You hit on me and forced your tongue into my mouth Bella. After I had tinted your eyelashes before going out that night. What part of that was screaming 'straight' to you?" he asked.

"The guy isn't gay Peter." I told him.

"I'm not seeing the problem."

"He's just I don't know... different?"

"Different?" Peter asked.

"Yeah, he's got... you know Emmett who Rose is dating? His brother." I explained.

"Really?" Peter asked. "So what's wrong with him?"

"Apparently his got all these crazy social problems. Sure when I met him he was a little quiet but I didn't see anything too bad. It ridiculous I know..." I sighed.

"No I totally get you're saying. You know Jazz?"

"Your brother?" I asked him.

"Yeah him. He met his wife in college and he met the older brother Matt or something at Christmas break but the other one was a bit out there and really absorbed in his studies so Jazz didn't meet him until after he had actually proposed to his wife. And you know Matt was a pretty normal guy so Jazz didn't see why anything should be different with the other brother, God what was his name... something old timey... oh yeah I think it was Antony or Thomas or something. Nobody in the family ever mentioned it to Jazz but then on the day he met this brother, he was having like a fit because he had to talk to people."

"Wow and his wife never told him?" I asked.

"You didn't hear it from me but his wife is a bit of a kook, completely hyper active and has this obsession with controlling everybody. Thankfully she's stationary at the moment being the size of a whale. She's not fat but really pregnant." He explained and I nodded.

It's one thing you either loved or hated about Peter. His straight talking. He could be pretty blunt the majority of the time and he had no qualms in telling you how he felt. He once said his straight talking was the only 'straight' thing about him so he was going to make it shine.

"Oh okay. What happened with him and the brother though?"

"Apparently he hates Jasper. Never talks to him or anything."

"Wow. You serious?"

"Completely crazy I know and then Jazz's wife is all like you need to bond with... yeah I'm pretty sure his name is Thomas... and you have to call him Thomas. Not Tom or Tommy, really weird but yeah, she's all like 'you've gotta bond with him' and Jazz does try the whole time but gets nowhere. Apparently if they didn't have little Lanny, Thomas wouldn't come within two feet of the place he hates Jazz so much."

"Wow that is messed up." I told him.

"So you're probably better off not getting mixed up with that guy you were talking about if he's anything like Jazz's brother in law. Guy is a complete freak. Last week I had herself in to get her usual pixie crop, I think it looks ridiculous on her but I get paid to keep her happy so I do just that. But she was telling me that the older brother Matt? He had to stage a complete intervention with this other brother Thomas because apparently he's got OCD and its completely out of whack."

"What do you mean? I asked.

"He like tried to cut off almost all of his skin or something." Peter explained.

"That's disgusting." I told him.

"Yeah so if your guy is anything like that they yeah, run the other fucking way. What is with you and the freak? Don't women have like a built in radar or something?" He ranted and I sighed.

Maybe I was the one with the defective radar...

With my hair looking fabulous, if I do say so myself I left the salon and walked back to my apartment. As I walked in I took off my coat and hit play on the machine.

"Hey it's Bella. Speak at the stereotypical sonar effect." My voice quipped from the speaker.

Beep

"Hey Bells, it Dad. Just wanted to tell you that the fishing went well today. I'm back in one piece. Let me know if your coming down tomorrow." Short sweet and to the point. Charlie in a nut shell.

The machine beeped again as I hit the switch on my coffee maker.

Beep

"Hey Bella, it Ang and its just after ten o'clock. You're probably at work or something but I wanted to make plans for this week. I'm in town with Ben so I though the three of us could hang out." Oh goody. Don't get me wrong I loved Angela but ever since she got married I have found her unbearable to be around. It was always 'Ben and I did this...' and 'Oh how great it is to know I have this great guy in my life...' and all that other stuff that made you want to gag.

Beep

When did I get so popular?

"Hey bitch" Obviously Rose "So I heard you got landed with the cat sitting. Sorry but I'm getting ready for Mom and Riley to come up. I say we go and get drunk tonight though. Lord knows I can only face my mother while mildly intoxicated. Love ya."

Hmmm getting shit faced sounded like a lot of fun plus my hair was already done.

Beep

Okay was I dying or something, I never had this much phone messages.

"Hello? Isabella? This is Edward Cullen. Emmett's brother. Um... Emmett said he called you about taking care of my cat. I wanted to say... thanks. I... really... appreciate it. I've left the instructions for his feeding... on the counter in my kitchen and your name with... my door man so you can get into the building. Emmett said he would text you the other details. Thanks again... for this. Any problems... and just call Emmett."

Beep

"You have listened to all your messages."

Fuck. Edward Cullen called me. Granted it was about his cat. But still he actually acknowledged my existence. That's a step up from the nothing more than what was basic human manners conversation I had had with him in his office.

God. What was I doing? This guy would never be interesting in me. Fucking hell, pull yourself together Swan.

Shrugging it off I decided to call Rose.

Time to get drunk.

"You look hot." Rose told me when I sat down beside her at her table in a bar.

"I'm here two minutes and you're hitting on me?" I asked.

"You like it like that?" she asked stroking my arm.

"Get off."

"I can't Emmett flew to Vegas for the weekend."

I rolled my eyes at her before taking off my coat and hanging it on the back of the chair.

"So Vegas? What the sudden trip?"

"Edward admitted to Emmett he had never been to a strip club, or gone drinking or gambling, or done anything mildly fun so Emmett decided to go to Vegas and initiate him in some stuff." She shrugged.

"I see. So how are the preparation for your impending visitors?" I asked.

"Can I come live with you? Pretty please. I'll make my bed every morning and I'll tell you, you look sexy in the morning to make you feel good about yourself." She whined.

"It can't be that bad." I said.

"You wanna bet? She sent me a list."

"Riley's schedule?"

"No. I don't mind that. She sent me a list for her. How she expects everything. Where she would like to go while she's here. How much time I'll be spending babysitting Riley while she whores herself out around her or something I stopped caring after I saw she wanted the room at a certain temperature." Rosalie explained.

"It'll be okay Rose." I told her.

"Says you, your mother comes over and you order take out and eat it in your sweats. My mother expects me to cook a roast so naturally I had to learn how to turn on my oven today." She said.

"How did that go?"

"Horrifying and I never want to do it again." She explained.

"Come on Rosie, let's go get madly drunk."

"What's the point? I always get horny when I'm drunk and Emmett's in Vegas."

"I'll let you palm my boobs." I told her. I know it sounded cheap but she was in a really dark place right now and it was my job as the best friend to help cheer her up.

"Oh Bella, you're the best friend a girl could have." She said jumping up and hugging me. As she did I felt her grab my ass.

"You're going to get way too much enjoyment out of this." I said grabbing my coat as we headed off to go dancing.

"Hell to the yeah." She cheered.

Something tells me Rose started drinking before I got there... oh well. Best hope she doesn't try and get me to sleep with her again. Lord knows she cries when your reject her, even after you remind her she isn't in fact a lesbian.

The things I do for that girl.

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