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Song Rec: Comfortably Numb by Pink Floyd (Because I just couldn't leave it out)
"This the place?" I ask Edward and shut of the engine. Makin' Music. A beautiful little building only a few blocks away from Sue's. How have I never seen this before?
"For the third time, yes. This is the place." he chuckles and hops out of the truck.
"Just making sure," I huff, under my breath. I could be stalling, too.
"No, you're stalling." Was I that obvious? No, he can just read me like a book. "You aren't fooling anyone." I respond by giving him the bird. "Relax. They don't bite." he frowns. "Although there was this one time when Rose and I were kids. She had just gotten a new Barbie doll, and I chewed on the head when she wasn't looking. She bit my arm." He pulls up his sleeve to his elbow. "Still have a scar, right there." he points to a faint line on his forearm.
"Battle scar?" I tease.
"Fuck yes." How good am I? He can cuss without hesitation. Go me!
"Did my little brother just say the f word?" someone shrieks, making me jump. A blonde and green blur flies past me and latches onto Edward. "I'm so proud of you!" she mockingly pinches his cheek.
This must be Edward's sister. She releases him from her choke hold and sticks her hand out fore to shake. "Rosalie, Edward's sister." Wow. Edward's very pregnant sister. Gee Ed, you could have mentioned that little tidbit. Now I feel like a bitch for staring.
She's wearing a green dress looking thing that says 'baby on board' in bold lettering. I take her hand and meet her eyes. Her familiar green eyes. "Nice to meet you."
"Yup."
"And congrats on the baby, Edward must've forgotten to mention you were preggers."
A blinding smile lights up her face as she rubs her protruding belly. "My little baby girl." she turns her gaze to Edward and her smile drops. "You forgot to mention your niece?" she hisses, and suddenly I feel bad for throwing Eddie under the bus.
"Or nephew." a voice booms as a pair of tree-sized arms snake their way around Rosalie. "It could be a boy, babe." he kisses the top of her head tenderly.
"It's a girl!" she snaps and storms back into the shop.
"Hormones." Emmett shrugs. Holy shit, he's bigger then I imagined. How the hell does he fit through doorways? "Hey, I'm Emmett."
"Bella." I hold my hand out for a shake, but he ignores it and scoops me up in a bear-hug. Shit, I can't breathe.
"Don't kill her, Em." Edward warns, and I'm released.
"Oh. That's right. You still need her huh, haven't gotten your big date yet." he waggles his eyebrows. Well that stings.
"Emmett," Rose pokes her head out the door at us, "Come in here, we need to have a little discussion about organization."
"Uh, oh. Duty calls." he winks at me and makes his way in after Rosalie. "Only two more months." he shakes his head,
My mind is still stuck on what he said before. You still need her huh, haven't gotten your big date yet. What about when he does get his 'big date'? Will he completely forget about me? Will we be friends?
Not if he's with Marie.
"Hey, sorry about him." Edward shakes his head apologetically. "I swear he was born without a verbal filter."
I plaster a smile on my face. "No biggie. It's cold, can we go in?"
"Of course," he reaches out to take my hand, but I cross my arms. His smile loses its luster as he pulls open the door, "After you."
"Wow. This place is amazing." I whisper in awe.
"They redid everything, basically from the ground up. It was originally a pizza parlor before Em bought it a few years ago."
They must have every CD and record album known to man on what seems like hundreds of shelves. They even have an old jukebox by the counter. All the walls are decorated with band posters and old gadgets. "So cool." I mumble. Again, how did I not know this was here? I live like, four blocks away. "I don't suppose you have The Wall?"
Edward grins. "Pink Floyd fan?"
I roll my eyes. "I fucking love them."
"Stoners!" Emmett drawls out, clapping me on the back.
"Shut up." I shove his shoulder playfully and leave them to wander the endless aisles of music.
"Did I hear you were a Pink Floyd fan?" Rosalie asks when I get to the end of the first aisle, effectively scaring the shit out of me.
"Yeah," I breathe, trying to slow my heart rate.
"Come here." she motions for me to follow her. "This is my crowning jewel." she unlocks a glass case and gingerly holds out a Wall album.
"Holy shit, is this signed?"
She nods enthusiastically, "The whole band."
"Oh my god!" she hands it to me gently. "Where did you get this?"
"My dad. He knew their agent and got this autographed back in eighty three."
"Wow." I hand it back to her and she locks it back up carefully.
"I'm glad you can appreciate it, unlike my husband. If it ain't screamo, he don't like it." she shakes her head sadly. "Now that I have you alone, I wanted to talk to you." Uh oh. "What are you really doing to my brother?"
"What do you mean?"
"I just... I've been trying to get him to smile like that, well, ever since that bitch left him in sophomore year."
"Who?"
"He didn't tell you about Tanya?" I shake my head, interested. He never told me he had an ex. "Well, I suppose he'll tell you when he's ready. Anyway, my point was that he's acting like himself again. He's actually... Well, he's happier than I've seen him in a long time, and I don't want to see him get hurt again."
"I can't guarantee that Marie won't hurt him." I tell her honestly.
She scoffs. "That bitch? I'm sorry, I know she's your twin and all, but I don't like her."
"What? You've met her?"
"Yeah," Rose rolls her eyes. "Unfortunately she's my cousin's best friend."
"Alice, right?" I vaguely remember Edward talking about her and her husband Jasper.
"Yup."
"Why don't you like her?"
"I don't know. She just kind of rubbed me the wrong way, you know? She's like Chlamydia. You get it once and try like hell to get rid of it. She's like that. Meet her once, and never want to meet her again." Eww.
"So my sister's like an STD?"
"Yeah. Don't tell Edward I said that." she warns.
"Ladies, ladies." Emmett booms and throws his arm around Rosalie. "Babe, it's five and I'm starved." he pouts.
Rosalie giggles. "You're always hungry. Go grab my purse from under the counter and we'll go to Breaking Dawn."
"The bar?" I ask, looking down at her stomach.
"I don't drink, Bella. I'm not an idiot." she snaps.
"Whoa there," Edward joins us, "Calm down Rose."
She sighs and rubs her forehead. "Sorry. Try going seven months without even a sip of beer and see how you handle it." she snaps at him. "You guys want to tag along?" she asks me.
"Sure. I could have a drink." I smirk.
"Oh rub it in, bitch." Rose laughs and bumps my shoulder. "You coming little bro?"
"I like how she invites you first." he whispers to me, his cool breath tickling my ear. "We'll meet you there."
Do we approve of Rose?