The summer of love, by checkyesjuliett
The summer of love, by checkyesjuliett.
Disclaimer: I do not own the twilight series or any of the characters, nor will I ever.
Ughh. I had been staring at the blank page that was my trig homework for what seemed like hours, but was probably only a few minuets dammit stupid teachers, sometimes Edwards offers to bribe the teachers were more than tempting. It was due in tomorrow and I was all out of excuses not to do it, I had already done my English and biology homework this morning. I could feel eyes drooping and my brain screaming for rest so I called it a day, well morning.
The fact Edward was away hunting didn't help my anxiousness, I'm sure he could have done it in under five minuets, stupid shiny Volvo owner. I found myself pacing in Esmes oversized, overstocked kitchen and decided I deserved a snack, worrying burns calories right? Yummm, cereal. Damm, I knew exactly where it was, in one of the many cupboards out of my reach; maybe Emmet could get it for me. Thinking about it now he'd been oddly quiet? Maybe I should go check on him.
"Emmet" I called, knowing he could hear me. "In the garden Bella" his voice sounded frustrated? I went out to the porch and couldn't help but laugh. The sight of the massive Emmet dressed in a long wig, rose tinted glasses and what was probably one of Rosealies flowery tunics was like a bag cartoon. The pile of crushed daisies that formed a foot high wall around his crossed legs only added to the affect.
When I could breathe normally I said "Emmet what the hell are you doing" "well I can explain" "I bet you can" he looked slightly sheepish. "Well, I, uh, I sorta miss the sixties, everyone was so happy. But I can't make a daisy chain I keep crushing them" he looked so sad I had to help, I sat down in the long grass and sent him of to collect daises , soon all the daises from the lawn were in a pile in front of me that blocked my view.
The sun was setting before the pile was vastly reduced and Emmet was covered in daisies. I was embarrassed by the loud gurgle my stomach decided to make, traitor. I was having fun despite Edwards's absence, who knew all the embarrassing things he'd done. I didn't view him as the type to loose a hot do eating contest and throw it up In the girls restroom by mistake, I'm never gunna let that one go.