Chapter 7

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When Emmett woke up the next morning, which was about noon, he had a MAJOR hangover. I brung him coffee to help but he just complained that it was too cold or hot or sweet or bitter.

"Can you get me coffee?" Emmett moaned.

"I just brought you some, and you said you didn't like it." I murmured. But even drunk Emmett has good hearing.

"That's because you made it wrong." He moaned some more.

"Then what makes you think this time will be different?" I ask him.

"Then get me water, but bottled so you can't screw it up." He said in a smart-alic way.

Eventually, he got on my last nerve so I decided I needed a break from him. When I told him I was going downtown to Starbucks to relax and read a book for a while, he wasn't happy but said he would probably go back to sleep anyway.

Getting in my jeep, I pull out of the driveway, but before get any farther than the street; I decide I want some Mozart playing. I bend over consciously and search for my CD in the glovebox. After a second of searching, I find it and sit up.

"AH!" I scream because all of the sudden there is someone sitting in the passenger seat beside me.

"Shit you scared me!" I yell at them.

"Bella, Bella, watch the language," Edward laughs.

"What are you doing here?" I inquire.

"Well, you were sitting here in the street and I needed to get out of the house," He replied.

"Me too. She's that bad?" I ask.

I don't even have to elaborate; he knows what I'm talking about.

"Yeah. You too??"

"Yep. I was going to go downtown to Starbucks, up for it?"

He smiles. "I guess," he playfully sighs.