A/N:
Wow guys, so I feel really horrible! I haven't written since the beginning of my school year- since August '08! Please forgive me! I have been so busy, and have been such a slacker! I'm on spring break now, and it seems weird that I haven't written in such a long time. So please accept my apologies for not updating. I can't believe I've postponed this story for so long…but I'm here to finish it! Without further ado, here it is…Chapter 8! Enjoy! More is to come!
Edward P.O.V.
I could hear Charlie's thought before he had even touched the doorbell. He had been thinking about how awkward dinner might be, and how he would put his foot up my, in his words, "creamy white ass", if I showed any affection towards Bella.
"Good Evening, Chief Swan. Please come inside." I said suavely. I gestured that he come inside, and he did. He had brought some sort of triple-fudge ice-cream for dessert. "Would you like me to store that in the freezer, so that it won't melt?" I asked.
"Yeah, sure Edwin…take it." Charlie gruffly said. What he was thinking, though, was "That better be all you're doing!" I laughed outwardly, and casually walked into the kitchen to stow the ice-cream.
Bella P.O.V.
The chicken was done, and it smelled fantastic. Perfect. It should smell doubly-revolting to Emmett. I poured the pasta into the boiling water and left to go set the table. "Hi, dad! You're right on time. Dinner is almost ready, and I am just setting the table. Why don't you go have a seat with Emmett? He's watching some action flick." I saw Charlie hesitate, and then walk towards the couch. Emmett was looking extremely uncomfortable. As I went to set the table, I saw Emmett begin to talk to Charlie.
Emmett P.O.V.
Oh CRAP! I need to finish my evidence bag, and now! How can I ditch Charlie without coming off as rude? He likes baseball right? "Hey Charlie, you like baseball, right?" He sat down, grinned, and said,
"Love it. Is there a game on?" I smiled and handed him the remote control. "I think there is. Here, feel free to look for a game. I need to change clothes," I said. What the old man doesn't know, won't hurt him. I have work to do!
I strode off quietly, so that Bella wouldn't hear me, and flew up the stairs- 4 at a time. I needed to finish my project, and FAST. I went to Rose's and my bed, found my shopping bad, and began to work. The letter was finished- now all I needed to do was insert the pictures and glass fragments. Edward is SO dead! And Bella will never forgive me…how great!
Edward P.O.V.
Bella had cooked, to human taste-buds, a great meal. I came back from the kitchen, sat down with Charlie, and tried to make small talk. "So," I began, "How was work, Chief Swan?"
"It's Charlie," he snapped, "and work was fine. Caught some kids your age drinking and smoking out on the reservation. Do you drink or smoke?" Charlie hadn't asked this, he had demanded it. "No sir, I don't."
"Good," he retorted. There was a long pause, where all he physically did was watch the television. He was, however, thinking:
"He's lying. I can tell. All the kids these days do it. Little Edwin just wants to look innocent so that I don't suspect him. I bet he tries to get Bella to do it. But Bella wouldn't, would she? If I find out that he ever tries to force her to do something, I'LL KICK HIS ASS!"
Immediately, perhaps a little too quickly, I replied, "My uncle died from lung disease, and he also had an alcoholic liver," I was feverishly making this up as I went. "I'm actually a member of Students Against Drunk Driving at school," I said coolly. But perhaps I was overdoing it...
"How the HELL did the kid know what I was thinking? Must be a coincidence…" "Good, Edwin, That's great. It's good to know that I won't be scraping your body off pavement when-," he hesitated, then restarted, "I mean, because you won't, get into a drunk driving accident." He was staring me down, which was slightly intimidating.
"It's Edward, sir," I said quietly.
"Right, Edwin." He replied.
Bella P.O.V.
"Dinner's ready!" I called out. Edward trailed Charlie, who lumbered up to the table. I saw Emmett sneak down the stairs, trying to remain in the shadows, and come slowly to the table. We all sat down in the Cullen's magnificent dining room, and I took the lids off of all of the food.
"This smells great, Bells" Charlie stated. I smiled genuinely, sweetly, even. "Thank you. Edward already ate on the way home, but Emmett and I are just ravished, aren't we Emmett?" His jaw dropped in absolute, pure horror.
"We haven't eaten all day!" I proclaimed, grabbing my stomach for an extra effect. "And I've made Emmett's favorite food…chicken parmesan, with EXTRA cheese and TONS of linguine!"
Emmett turned whiter, if possible, than before.
Vengeance is sweet. No-scratch that-
Vengeance is Italian-flavored.