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"Do you wanna come over to my house?" Emmett asked.
My eyebrows furrowed and I bit my lip. Emmett sensed my unease and added quietly, "Rosalie is planning on going hunting tomorrow." I relaxed, but I still wasn't sure. Emmett looked at me with an expression that made it hard to resist. His eyes got bigger, and his lips formed a little pout. "Please." He gave me a grin that made it impossible to say no.
"Alright." I replied, giving a little sigh. I didn't want to make it seem as if I dreaded going. The truth was, I had made up my mind when he mentioned that Rosalie was going to be out of the house. I had absolutely nothing against her, but, no matter what Emmett said, I knew the feeling wasn't mutual. And pushing her boundaries by going to her house the next day wouldn't speed up the process of us getting along.
"Woo!" Emmett exclaimed. Without any warning, he picked me up in a bear hug and spun me around.
My nerves were gone, and I was laughing by the time he sat me back on the floor. "When can I come over?"
"Umm... I'll come over here tomorrow and help you clean, so then we can leave whenever we're done." Emmett decided.
"That sounds like a good plan." I smiled. I glanced at the clock and saw that it was a quarter til' nine. "Umm... would you be offended if I went and took a shower?" I asked Emmett timidly.
"Yes, your good personal hygeine disgusts me!" Emmett said convincingly, though I knew that he was kidding.
"Alright, I won't shower, and then I'll be all stinky!" I replied spazztastically.
"Malady, to me, you'll probably never smell bad." Emmett informed me.
"Thaaaaat's not good." I said, my eyes widening for a dramatic affect.
"Psh, no worries." Emmett assurred, swatting the idea asside with a snap of his wrist. "I am ninety percent under control." I opened my mouth to reply when his words registered in my mind. I raised an eyebrow and Emmett grinned. "Joking."
"You better be." I teased.
I turned around and headed up the stairs. Emmett yelled after me, "Where are you going?"
I rolled my eyes and shouted back, "To get a shower. I want to smell even more delectable to you than I do now."
I heard Emmett snort, and, soon after, the TV came on. I grabbed my iHome fom my room, and I took it into the bathroom with me and plugged it in. I turned the shower on, and I removed my contacts and undressed while I waited for the water to get hot. Before stepping in, I put my iPod on shuffle and cranked the volume up to its maximum forty.
Trying to be quick, I didn't stand under the shower head just letting the hot water pelt my cold skin for as long as I wanted to. Trying to be fast but thorough, I washed my hair, scrubbed, shaved, and washed my face before shutting the water off and exiting the shower. I wrapped one towel around my head and used another to dry the rest of me. It wasn't until then did I realize my mistake. Other than my iHome, I brought nothing with me into the bathroom. That meant no pajamas, no change of clothes, not even my robe. Under ordinary circumstances, this would pose no problem, but there was a sexy vampire sitting downstairs. I wrapped a towel around me and held it tightly closed. I dashed to my bedroom and closed the door.
I quickly changed into my pajamas after searching my room. They always end up getting scattered about my room when I get ready in the morning. I found my yellow St. Marks (my old high school) shirt on my pillows, and my sweat pants were actually under the bed.
I went back into the bathroom to hang up my towels and get my iHome. After slicking the brush through my wet hair, I flicked the light off and ran back into my room to return my iHome and put on my glasses.
I strolled down the steps and took a seat next to Emmett. He glanced over at me and returned his attention back to the television. Almost immediately after doing so, he jerked his head around and looked at me. "Who are you?" he asked, tilting his head.
"What?" I replied, totally confused.
"You went upstairs looking like a rockstar with you hair all spiked up and nothing on your face, now you look like a sexy nerd."
"I just took my contacts out and- did you just call me a sexy nerd?" I asked incredulously.
"We just need to get you a school-girl uniform." Emmett mused, staring at me.
"Leave me out of your strange fantasies." I laughed, playfully smacking his arm.
"Fine, just leave me out of yours." Emmett said stubbornly.
"My what?" I asked.
"If I leave you out of my fantasies than you leave me out of yours." Emmett clarified.
"That might be difficult..." I said, making it seem like an effort, "Deal." I heaved a sigh. We both started laughing. I turned my attention to the television screen. He was watching a baseball game. "Who's winning?" I asked Emmett.
"The Yankies." Emmett grumbled, "But the Mariners aren't far behind." He added enthusiastically.
"Cool." I replied. I really wasn't that into sports, but I wasn't completely clueless. I knew who the teams were and how the game was basically played. Although baseball wasn't my first choice of what to watch on television- and it wasn't exactly my second either- I wasn't even thinking about complaining.
We sat on the couch together watching tv for a bit, although Emmett seemed to watch me more than the game. Out of my peripheral vision, I noticed that he kept glancing over at me repeatedly. It didn't bother me, though. After a while, I found myself struggling to suppress a yawn. Unfortunately, it escaped, so I covered my mouth with my hand in an attempt to conceal it. I was unsuccesful, and Emmett asked, "Are you tired?"
"No." I lied.
"Do you want me to go?"
"You can if you want to." I sighed, knowing that I must have been boring him.
"I'm not saying I want to go. I'm saying that I would go if you wanted me to. Do you want me to go?" Emmett asked again.
"Of course not." I answered.
"Then I'll stay." Emmett smiled.
After a while, I laid my head on the back of the couch and closed my eyes for a minute.
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