Gah! I know right? I took so freaking long....
What can I say but sorry... :(
I got infected with teh writer's block. It nearly did me in, but things are back in business I'm happy to say. :D
I couldn't do any of this without Isabel, who I'm sure was ready to tell me to quit my bitching and get on with it. Really, she is much too patient for my whiny ass... :D I love ya woman!
Thanks to Sixxeightshuffle and VvDeadRosesvV for the motivation and advice that I so desperately needed. Now, let's power through these EPOVs and save our Edward, shall we?
This chapter is a bit of fluff to ease all the Tanya-Drama we've been experiencing lately. Just a little brotherly, drunken bonding. Who can say no to that? This takes place during the time where Tanya just got back from visiting Kate, and Edward can't reach her.
The next chapter is done, written, and will be posted soon after this. (It's got some damn SEXXXXXY times...let me tell you.)
Love to my readers, Love to SM for creating/owning Twilight
And onwards...
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I got home around 3:30 p.m., tossing my keys on the counter and removing my already loosened tie. I had just returned from a meeting with a room of suits, who clapped my back and told me I had a knack for making mindless jingles something to remember. My stomach twisted in disappointment. It was a fucking song about beans. And they're just going to take this cheesy piece of music and play it over their shitty commercial while a substantial amount of money is being deposited into my checking account. Pretty fucking sweet, right?
God, I hate my job.
I despise it. I'm living the life of a sellout. I don't want to write songs about vegetables for cash. I want to write songs that mean something. I've never been that concerned about money. I mean, I've written a lot of crap-ass jingles over the years. Dolls, hotdogs, razors, maple syrup, shoes….I've got a fuck of a lot more money than I let on.
I'm going to quit as soon as Tanya is out of my life, and I'm encompassed by nothing but Bella Swan and my insatiable love for music. I was worried that she'd be a little put off by entering a relationship with an unemployed pessimist, but then I remembered that it's my girl, and she's fucking awesome. I could just hear her voice, once I tell her my desire to end this unsatisfying career. She'll say, "That's great, babes. You're so much better than that job, and I just want you to be happy."
I walked to the fridge and popped open a bottle of Flying Dog, the only beer I've wanted since that night at Bad Albert's where Bella completely dominated my existence. I took a long swig, but it wasn't enough. I dumped it down the sink and hopped up on my counter—I kept the good stuff in very high cabinets. My nephew was a sneaky little guy, I had to make sure he wouldn't find it and get curious. I hopped down and took a swift, biting sip from the aged scotch. The burn was bittersweet, much like most things in my life.
I hadn't seen Bella for several days and while this isn't the first time we've stayed apart, it's definitely the most painful. I'm on edge all the time. I hear a loud noise and I jump a mile in the air. Someone looks at me funny and I want to crush their skull. I feel like I don't have a bit of control over my life, and it's driving me mad.
Wanna be with the girl of your dreams? Sorry, trapped with this other girl who's ignoring you because she knows you're gonna dump her ass.
Wanna do something you're passionate about? No dice, brother. Gotta sell out to make a fucking buck.
The man's always trying to keep me down, as my sister would say.
I took another swig from my bottle. Yes it's the early afternoon, and no I don't care. I walked out on my balcony and smoked three consecutive cigarettes. I smiled. If Bella were here, she'd wrinkle up her nose in disgust, all cute and shit. My girl's a damn hypocrite of course. Give her a drink and it's immediately followed by a cigarette. I don't care, I love her like mad. And I miss her like fucking crazy too. I get to see her tomorrow when I pick up Masen from school. I mean yeah, we're gonna be in front of a bunch of little kids, so I can't kiss her or anything. But I'm thinking if I at least get to look at her and breathe in her scent, the strangling feeling in my throat will go away. I took another gulp from my burning bottle. Shit's nasty but it does the trick. I'm wallowing today. I think I'm fucking allowed, after all the shit I've been dealing with. Of course I have no one to blame for said shit but myself, but whatever.
I glared at my cell phone for awhile. I've called Tanya 14 fucking times since I've gotten out of my meeting. She won't call me because she knows I'm done with her. Her plane landed early this morning, and I spent the entire A.M. outside her door. She never came home, and I'm so fucking frustrated. I wonder where she's hiding. I don't care anymore, you know? Like I honestly could give a shit what happens to her at this point. I've cared for a long time, but she keeps putting me through this crap. So I'm done, and I just fucking hope she hasn't turned me into a cold-hearted bastard. No, not when I have Bella to save me. I flipped my phone open and typed out a text to my love.
I'm drunken texting at 3:42 p.m. Do you still love me?
All the kids should have been gone for the day, so I was pretty certain she'd write back. And I was right.
Lol, of course I do. Don't drive anywhere, babes. Why drunk?
I smiled widely, already feeling my cold, dead heart start to flame.
I hate her and I miss you. Bella, I really fucking miss you.
I could almost hear her sighing forlornly as she texted back.
: ( Me too. Me really fucking too. How was the meeting? Are you still wearing that suit?
I chuckled and threw my cigarette over the railing before immediately lighting another one. It still boggled my fucking mind how happy she made me in the blink of an eye. For some reason it got her all hot and bothered when I wore a suit, so I turned my phone around and snapped a quick picture. Eh, I looked more like a business man on the top of a building before he jumps rather than an executive on his way to the office. My hair was jacked as always and my stubble was already beginning to cover my face. My tie was gone and the top three buttons of my dress shirt were undone. I had a cigarette hanging out of my mouth and was squinting like some kind of fucking Clint Eastwood wannabe. But I sent it to her anyway, captioning it with: Come help me take it off.
She replied a moment later with a simple "Fuck. Me." The next fifteen minutes consisted of a quasi-dirty text messaging session, but I put a lid on it once my dick got hard. There was no point for either one of us to get all worked up. Endlessly fucking cockblocked…the story of my life.
I heaved a deep breath and drudged back into my apartment with nothing to do and nowhere to go. What the hell did I do before Bella anyway?
I took another swig from my bottle and suddenly noticed that I was properly fuckered up at that point. The urge to be near Bella nearly knocked me over, so I knew it was time to go crazy bitch hunting. Unfortunately I promised my love that I wouldn't drive, and Emmett was at practice. I sent a quick text to Bella, telling her I loved her and that I'd call her later. Then I flipped my phone open and waited for my partner in crime to pick up the phone. I heard his goofy fucking southern twang, and my smile widened. "Jazz, you wanna go on an adventure?" I asked deviously.
He chuckled deeply and said, "Be there in fifteen."
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Two hours later and Jazz was just as shitfaced as I was. I knew there was a flaw in this plan of mine.
At least I convinced him to let me give him "war paint" with Masen's Crayola markers. Heh, I don't care who you are, that shit is funny. I drew a buffalo on my face just to get him to stop whining like a little bitch.
It was pretty bad ass.
I started laughing obnoxiously at the way this night had turned out. It was always something. I heard Bella's ringtone sound from the balcony, so I ran like a mother fucker to catch it in time.
"Hey baby," I crooned, leaning over the railing and enjoying the increased palpitations she caused my heart.
"Hey drunkass," she giggled. "Alice informed me that you've roped Jasper into your dastardly ways?"
"Hmm, maybe I did," I said lazily, rocking my hips back and forth. "What are you doing right now? Come here."
She sighed exasperatedly. "Don't even start with me, Edward Cullen. Stop using that voice, you're going to kill me."
"What voice?" I asked in a completely un-innocent tone. "Come here and tell me. I'll be good, just get closer. I need you closer to me."
She grunted in frustration and I only felt a little remorseful. The rest of me was just plain fucking horny. "I love you," she sighed longingly. "Just be careful, and have fun on your boy's night. I can't wait to see you tomorrow."
My heart clenched and the rest of me got all mushy at my girl's tender words. "I love you so much, Bella. Fucking hell, I'm losing my mind without you."
"I know, baby," she whispered, and my cock perked up at her words. She'd been calling me baby more and more, and for some reason that word was directly related to the blood flow into my penis. "Well, I'm probably going to read my book and call it an early night," she continued," the sooner I wake up, the sooner I get to see you."
My face broke out into this weird smile. It was all heartwarming and endearing, and I suddenly began to wonder how a drunken hornball could have such an expression on his face. "Okay, love. Sweet dreams, I'll see you soon. I love you."
We got off the phone in the same way we always did. Slow and lazy tones, procrastinating good-byes and aching hearts. Sometimes I still couldn't believe she loved me. I was certainly blessed in the few areas of my life that weren't complete shit.
When I walked back into my living room, I couldn't help but chuckle. There sat Jazz on the couch, looking like he was getting reprimanded by his mommy. Emmett was standing in the hallway, his arms crossed over his Seahawks polo and a shit-eating grin plastered on his face.
"Well, well. What do we have here," he said sarcastically.
"Fuck off, Emmett," I yelled a little louder than necessary. "It's war paint, and you're just pissed cause you don't have any."
He scoffed, and Jasper and I exchanged a silent conversation with the nods of our heads. Emmett was a huge bastard, but with my knees digging into his shoulders and Jazz's fat ass pinning down his stomach, we officially war-painted the shit out of him.
Okay, so maybe we took the blue marker to his eyelids, the red to his lips and the black to his chin, giving him a big ass beauty mark. He was a big bitch, that was for sure.
Emmett finally overpowered us as Jazz and I fell to the floor, laughing our asses off. "Whore-paint," I snorted, gasping for breath and sending Jasper into another round of hysterics.
"Damn, Em, if I wasn't a married man," Jasper drawled, earning a kick to the side from Em's size 14 shoe.
"You guys are douches," he muttered, walking to the kitchen and washing his face.
Fucking Crayola. Next time, it was Sharpies all the way.
"So," Emmett began, wiping his face with a towel," what are you ladies doing tonight besides your make up?"
I sighed, tipping back the empty bottle of scotch and begging for something to come out. Sadly, it had gone dry. "I was going crazy bitch hunting so I could break up with her and officially be with Bella."
Emmett plopped down on the couch next to me and handed me a beer before cracking one open for himself. He gave me a sympathetic smile before clapping me on the back. "You really gonna break up with an unstable person with fucking marker all over your face, dude?"
I was going to answer, but was distracted by some sort of choking bird noise coming from behind us. We turned around, and there was Jasper. My tie tied around his head, his eyes just slits, and laughing like some kind of fucked up pigeon. Maybe he was worse off than I was.
I got up off the couch and went to wash my face. "Why the hell did I invite Mr. Logical anyway? This war paint is the shit."
Emmett rose from the couch and pushed Jazz towards the bathroom to wash his face. "Yeah, whatever. Get that shit off your face so we can get this night started. We'll wait for whatsherface for awhile, but then we're going to the damn bar for some wings whether you like it or not."
After we were socially acceptable again and Jazz consumed about a gallon of water, we finally left the apartment. It was already getting dark out, the rain just threatening to fall on the horizon. I knew I had to ask.
"Em, just swing over to Bella's for a minute?" I asked seriously, fighting off my impending hiccup.
"No way, man. You two aren't allowed to rub up on each other till the other one is out. You're the one who told me to keep you away, remember?" he asked, clapping my back and almost pummeling me over.
I wasn't going to beg, but I had to try once more. "Five minutes. Come on, Emmett. What would you do if this was you and Rose?"
That one seemed to get to him, as I knew it would, and after a long moment of silence he reluctantly agreed.
I was nearly bouncing out of the car as we made our way towards my girl's house. It's not that I wasn't all for a guy's night, I just needed five minutes. Five minutes would refresh me. Five minutes would bring a whole new level of elation to this horribly shitty week.
He finally pulled into her driveway and I was grinning like a fucking hyena. "Time me. If I'm not back in five, you drag my ass back to this car, got it?"
They both agreed and I jogged to Bella's door, not willing to waste another minute. I knocked, since she wasn't expecting me. I hoped she wouldn't be pissed at me for breaking the "no contact till we're free" rule. I just couldn't help myself.
The second the door sprung open, I was effectively wrapped around her. She gasped a little in surprise, but melted her body right into mine as she let it all sink in.
"Edward," she began, but I stopped her.
"Five minutes," I whispered, pulling her inside the door dropping us to the floor. I could properly hold her close enough when she was straddling my hips. And also, I really fucking liked it.
She held me tightly, her legs wrapped around my back and her arms wrapped around my neck. We didn't speak, just moaned and sighed in utter fucking completion. My arms held her securely, pulling at her skin to get closer and inhaling her scent to the point of dizziness. I already felt as light as a fucking feather, and a mere minute had past.
I loosened my grip so I could look into her eyes, my forehead pressed tightly against hers. "What are you doing here?" she whispered, her fingers pulling through my hair.
"I couldn't wait," I smiled sheepishly, brushing an errant strand of hair from her eyes. "Is it okay?"
She rolled her eyes and buried her face in my neck, inhaling deeply. "It's perfect," she breathed. "Wow, Edward. I think I'm getting a buzz from just being next to you."
I laughed, my eyes going all fuzzy as they tried to focus on hers, but begrudgingly kept drifting down to her lips and…other places. "I needed a drink," I shrugged. "You should see Jazz, baby. He's all kinds of fucked up."
"Really?" she questioned. "What's this?" she giggled, fingering a spot over my jaw. "Is this marker?"
Fucking war paint.
I groaned in embarrassment, wondering how that brilliant idea even crossed our minds. "It's my war paint…don't ask," I said, shaking my head.
Her eyes were bright and happy as she gazed back at me. Five minutes with my girl was better than any heaven you could ever offer me. I ran my hands up and down her arms and sighed. "How are you, Bella? Are you okay?" I was really fucking worried about her. I wasn't the only one who was stressed out about the Crazy Bitch of Elusiveness.
"I'm okay," she smiled like the fucking trooper that she is. "I'm even better now," she whispered, snuggling into me further and kissing my throat.
A distinct shiver ran through my body and it made her giggle. Christ, this was so good. I didn't even need to kiss her lips. Just having her close, smelling her hair, touching her skin, seeing her smile….it was all I needed.
We just sat next to the door, wrapped up in each other. Our foreheads pressed together and soft, happy words passing between us as we held on tight. My heart was beating out of my chest. "I love you," I whispered, pulling her hair to the side and caressing the soft skin of her neck.
Her eyes opened and closed lazily as the constant smile on her face never faltered. "I love…holy shit!" Bella cried in shock as the front door flew open.
"Five minutes are up, lovebirds," Emmett boomed, plopping down on the floor next to us and kissing Bella on the cheek. "Hey, B. What's shakin'?"
I groaned unhappily, burying my face in her neck. She just laughed and ran her fingers through my hair soothingly. "Not much, Em. You DD tonight? That's quite a change for you, are you sure you can handle it?" she teased.
I didn't want to leave her.
I knew I had to.
Stupid fucking five minute bullshit.
Emmett let out a loud burp and punched his chest, forcing out one more. "I had a beer, I'm good."
She gazed at me lovingly and rolled her eyes at my obnoxious brother's actions. "Thank you for being you," she whispered.
Sigh….
"Aaaaall my exes live in Texas," I heard the drunken one bellow from outside as he made his way up the front walk.
I kissed her nose and rolled my eyes right back. "It's only going to get worse."
She just laughed and pulled at the small hair at the base of my neck. "I can't leave you," I said softly under Jasper's insufferable singing.
Her sympathetic eyes never left mine as Jasper plopped a kiss on the top of my girl's head. "Hey, Bells. You comin' with us?"
That pissed me off.
"Real fucking brilliant, Jasper," I growled.
She looked at me hopefully, and thanks to my dickhead brother, I had to crush her. "What are you guys doing next?" she said timidly, her eyes flashing between my eyes and my chest.
Christ, she was fucking adorable.
"We're waiting…." I started awkwardly. "…outside her house….so I can get it over with and never have to leave you again."
She nodded, a disappointed smile covering her face. I let out an uneven breath and rubbed my nose against hers. "I never will again, baby, once this is over with. Never…"
She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me as tight as her little muscles would allow. Fuck it. "We could do something else, love. We could all go to the bar or something. Or we could hang out here…"
She interrupted me.
"No, babes," she smiled. "It's important. We aren't supposed to be together right now anyway. We'll survive. I'll see you tomorrow, and hopefully by then she'll be out of the picture."
I ran my hands up and down her sides as I crushed her to me. "As far as I'm concerned, she already is," I whispered, kissing her ear.
"Alright, I'm going to lose my fucking lunch. Get up, Doucheward. Time to go," Emmett sighed, rising to his feet.
Jasper emerged from Bella's kitchen with a sandwich in his hand.
"Jazz you're fucking rude!" I yelled, helping Bella up off the floor.
He shrugged and smiled his wide, lazy smile. "Sorry, Bells," he apologized with a mouthful of food.
She smiled and wrapped her arms around my waist. "It's okay, Jazz. Help yourself."
"Cang I hague a peesh ah cake ina fidge?" he muttered through the chewed up particles in his mouth.
Bella just cringed and waved him in the direction of the kitchen.
It amazed me that these two had significant others.
Emmett's cell phone started ringing and he walked outside to take it. My face lit up as I picked Bella up and twirled her over my head. Unfortunately I was still a little drunk and we crashed to the couch, laughing like maniacs. She shook her head at me, and I beamed so hard my face hurt. "We get more time," I whispered excitedly. She just sighed and kissed my hand before snuggling against my chest.
Perfect. All of it.
"Oh!" she jumped up, causing me to shudder as her body left mine. "I wanted to show you something," she smiled sweetly. She leaned over the arm of the couch and rustled through her bag as she flaunted her little ass right in front of me. Christ, what kind of willpower did she think I had? Just as I was about to reach out and cop a feel, she turned back around. She eyed me suspiciously. I just smiled crookedly.
She obviously forgave me.
I snuggled up next to her as she handed me the piece of paper. "Masen drew this for me today," she said.
I laughed as I took in my nephew's drawing. He drew people like potatoes with stick arms and legs coming out. "Did he explain who's who?" I asked.
She leaned into me and began pointing to the paper. "Yeah, that's his mommy and daddy, that's grandma and grandpa, this is Uncle Emmett and Aunt Rosie, and those two holding hands right there?" she stopped and looked up at me with a bright smile. "That's Uncle E and Aunt Bella."
My heart fucking clenched and throbbed at that magnificent statement. It just sounded right.
Uncle E and Aunt Bella.
"See," she whispered thoughtfully, running her fingers over potato Edward and potato Bella. "We're together in the ways that matter, to the people who matter."
I scooped her up and crashed my lips against hers, because no one could fucking tell me I wasn't allowed to kiss the love of my life.
Our mouths moved together passionately, lovingly, meaningfully. Nothing could take this away from us.
"Let me stay," I whispered breathlessly between kisses. "It doesn't matter anymore, please let me stay."
She just grabbed a handful of my hair and kissed me harder.
"Edward fucking Cullen."
My brother was a fucking pain in the ass.
I dropped my head to Bella's shoulder as she caught her breath. "What?" I asked viciously.
"Time to go, Buttercup," he said in a sing-song voice. "You know I can throw your bony ass over my shoulder, but I thought you might want to keep your dignity in front of the lady."
I guess he had a point.
I looked up at Bella and she cupped my face in her hands. "He's right, babes. I'd totally judge you if he had to carry you out of here," she deadpanned.
I laughed.
My baby was hilarious.
"It's okay," she whispered, kissing my lips once more. "Tomorrow. Then forever, right?"
"Absolutely," I murmured, kissing her softly.
I held her hand tightly as we headed towards the door. "Jazz, get your fat ass out here," I called.
He bounded out of the kitchen with chocolate all over his face. What the fuck.
"He's skinnier than you are," Bella laughed.
"Maybe, but I bet he just consumed half of your refrigerator," I chuckled.
"I left the butter," Jazz giggled, obviously very proud of himself.
I just shook my head.
"Alright ladies, let's go toss that nut job so you two can stop eye-fucking already," Emmett bellowed, forcing himself between Bella and I and clapping our backs.
I snorted. We've certainly done more than eye-fucking.
My brothers piled out of the door and I leaned against the frame, my heart clenching awkwardly. This fucking blew.
"Look at it this way. If you break up with her tonight, you can come back," she whispered suggestively, running her hand down my chest.
Well fuck, I didn't think of that!
"Hmm, perfect motivation, Ms. Swan," I murmured against her throat. She kissed my cheek and pushed me away.
"I love you. See you tomorrow. Or tonight. But let's be realistic, our luck is shit. I'll see you tomorrow," she smiled sadly.
I walked backwards, nearly falling on my ass. She giggled. I soared. "I love you, Bella."
She stood in her doorway and watched us pull away. My face was glued to the car window until I could no longer see her.
Fucking sad.
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"Tell me I'm a fucking genius and I'll let you go, Doucheward."
I thought we outgrew head locks fifteen years ago. Fucker.
"Fine you're a genius, let me go, dick!"
"I'm telling you, Rose may bitch at me for all the shit I keep in the jeep, but I'm always fucking prepared," he smiled cockily.
All because he had lawn chairs.
We pulled up in front of Tanya's apartment building a half an hour ago. I called twice. No answer. I went upstairs. No one came to the door. This was some bullshit. By the time I came back down, three lawn chairs were set up on the sidewalk and my brothers were staring at me expectantly.
"Better settle in," I muttered dejectedly.
And here we sat. Luckily Jazz and I thought enough to bring flasks. Why not, right?
"Dude, are we going to get arrested for trespassing or stalking or something?" Jazz asked all twitchy.
I snorted. "No, but you might get it for public intoxication if you don't control your shit," I mumbled, cigarette hanging precariously out of my mouth.
Where in the fuck was she?
"So Edward, how the fuck did you get in this jacked up situation anyway?" Emmett questioned, ripping the flask out of my hand and taking a sip.
"You already know, Emmett," I grumbled, running my hand roughly through my hair.
"Yeah, but, she won't answer her phone right? So voicemail her ass," he shrugged.
"Fucking Emily Anderson broke up with me on my family's answering machine when I was thirteen. My entire family heard it. Bitch," Jazz muttered.
"Well, it's done tomorrow no matter what. Even if I have to get one of those…what the fuck do you call them…with the airplane smoke?" I snapped my fingers, trying to think of what the hell that thing was called.
"Uh, skywriting? Aren't you in advertising, dumb shit?" Emmett said in his snotty, tool-like tone.
"God, shut up, why are you such a dick?" I muttered, my face twisted in discontent. His abuse was really the last thing I needed.
"Alright, gentlemen," Jazz interrupted. "Once we turn on each other, the enemy has won. Is that what you want?"
I scoffed. "She's clearly already won, Jasper. We're sitting in front of her empty apartment like a bunch of fucking idiots," I grumbled.
Emmett sighed in defeat and plopped his big hand on my head, shaking it around. "Come on, little brother. Let's give it an hour and if she doesn't show, we'll go let off some steam. You said it's done tomorrow anyway, right? Well it's practically tomorrow."
I just lit up another cigarette and fought to keep my temper under control.
Just as I suspected, she never fucking showed, and I was one step closer to losing my composure.
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Fifteen. Triple threes. Bull's eye.
Even alcohol can't stand in the way of my awesomeness.
I handed the bar darts to Jasper as he glared at me. Heh, sucker. I sat down next to Emmett and took a long sip of my beer. He just stared at me like a creeper.
"What?" I asked in a very annoyed tone.
"You really mean to tell me that you and Bella haven't fucked?" he asked, looking at me out of the corner of his eye.
I grinned goofily. "It's none of your business, man."
Jazz rejoined us. "Look at that shit-eating grin. I can't believe you've been holding out on your own brothers. Disgraceful."
I just shook my head and widened my smile.
Emmett threw his darts and sat back down. "Damn, Eddie. If you really haven't fucked her, than you deserve a freaking medal. Those doe eyes, that whole sexy teacher vibe she's got going on? Hell, if I wasn't with Rose, I'd be all over that shit."
"Watch it," I said sternly, pointing at his chest with my beer bottle.
"Easy, Emo-boy. I'm just sayin'," he chuckled.
I kept my mouth shut and threw the damn darts. Of course my perverted brothers wouldn't let it go.
"Did you tap that? Did you did you did you did you did you did you—"
"No, Emmett, okay?! Jesus fucking Christ!" I said exasperatedly, dragging my fingers through my hair.
Jazz let out a low whistle. "Hand job? Oral copulation? Dry humping? Joint masturbation? I know you guys make out….." he speculated.
I kept my eyes glued to the floor as he voiced his last two guesses.
They both stared at me unabashedly.
I let out a harsh chuckle as I lined up at the dart board. "Stare all you want, that shit stays between my girl and I."
They rolled their eyes and scoffed. "Do you at least know what her come face looks like?" Emmett asked exasperatedly.
Just as I was about to release the dart, I froze and dropped my hand. I grinned crookedly as I turned my head to the side. "Boys, her come face, as you so delicately put it, is a fucking sight to behold. Now drop it and give Bella some respect."
They shut right the fuck up and I just grinned, feeling pretty damn satisfied with myself.
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At 2 a.m., Emmett pulled into my parking lot and I crawled out of the backseat. I leaned against the driver's side window and chucked at Jasper, snoring like a mother fucker as drool ran down his chin.
"I thought people from the south could handle their alcohol?" I mused.
Emmett just shrugged. "Hey man, I'm sorry for being a bastard before. I was just trying to lighten the mood, I know things are bad right now."
Was I getting punk'd? Was Emmett fucking Cullen….apologizing?
My eyebrows pulled together in shock. This had never happened before. "It's alright, Em," I said awkwardly.
A moment of blaring silence passed before he finally sighed loudly and held out his fist. "Well whatever, maybe it wouldn't be so bad if you weren't such a fucking drama queen."
My brother was back. I just shook my head at him and tapped his knuckles before he drove away.
I called Tanya once more before finally giving up in my attempts to reach her. For tonight anyway. There were two things that kept me going. One, I was going to see my baby tomorrow and two, bitch face would be back to school.
She could play her little games all she wanted. Freedom was mine once I had her cornered in that empty classroom.
I could almost see my happiness looming in the distance. I was going to fucking reach it, no matter what the cost.
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