So, this is a bit random but I thought it was funny. Yesterday I was accused of being gothic which I think is hilarious considering the fact that I'm Catholic. lol. I mean, I'm a very happy person who wears blindingly bright colors (sadly) so why someone would say I'm gothic I have no idea . . . haha, maybe it's because of my profile pic or something. AND, I have an annoyingly bubbly attitude. I get on alot of people's nerves because I sometimes act like the preppiest person you've ever met.
Wow, that had a lot of stereotypes. I'm sorry.
Jasper Whitlock
Emmett couldn't close his mouth for more than five minutes at a time. Words seemed to flow in a steady stream from his lips. I was concerned by the fact that he seemed no more concerned that we had taken his car with him in it than he would a blade of grass beneath his boots. Why was he so calm?
Regardless of what was going on inside his mind, I kept the silver revolver in my lap.
"You know," Emmett began conversationally from the backseat. "I still have to piss."
I sighed, my fraying nerves pulled taut as a violin's strings. "I told you," I replied shortly. "Out the window."
"You people are cruel, making a man go out a window. I hope that no one sees me." I heard the sound of a belt being unbuckled and I glanced at Bella, hoping she would do something in an effort not to see Emmett's cock – like cover her eyes with her hands.
But she simply stayed staring out her side window while Emmett undid his jeans, preparing to urinate out the driver's side back window. Then the wind whipped through the inside of the car as the window rolled down. The highway was mostly clear of traffic, except for an SUV that was in front of us. If Emmett could piss fast enough, they wouldn't have the chance to slow down and see him with his member hanging out the window.
"Ahhh," he sighed as he stood on his knees, hanging his cock out the window and pissing. "Aw, shit, I got it down the side of my car! That is so disgusting."
Apparently Emmett really did have to piss badly because, as he urinated for the longest time out the window, the SUV in front of us began to slow down for some reason. Then they were beside us. In the passenger's side front seat was an old woman, probably around eighty-five or ninety years of age with a silver necklace hanging around her wrinkly neck, an "M" dangling from the chain. She glanced over at us and her eyes widened as she saw Emmett and his cock.
"Oh fuck!" he cursed. I heard the whirl of the automatic window being rolled up. "Oh shit, did you just see that?!"
The old woman winked at Emmett as the SUV continued to slow, then she licked her lips pointedly.
"Oh my effing crack, I'm scarred for life!" he moaned in embarrassment. My lips twitched as I fought the smile that threatened to spread over my lips. "I can't believe a granny just saw my dick!" He let loose a stream of profanities so long that he would make a sailor proud.
Bella blushed and shifted in her seat. She still sat with her back to the dashboard, her legs curled Indian style in front of her. The nine millimeter sat placidly in her lap, like a toy water gun.
Glancing back through the rear view mirror, I saw that Emmett had zipped himself up. I took a deep breath, unsure of what to say now that the car had gotten so quiet.
"Okay," Emmett began, leaning up between the two front seats. "Where are you guys from?"
Bella glanced at me questioningly. My hands tightened on the steering wheel. "It's none of your business," I answered, letting my distrust for him color my tone. Emmett was still a threat to us, no matter how docile he appeared, and I could no more trust him than I could trust a tornado near a Kansas barn. Bella was always so open and trusting, sometimes it concerned me how she could believe everyone. If Emmett could beguile anyone, it would be my smaller sister.
"Oh, well." His voice dropped, disappointed. "Why did you two decide to take my car with me in it?"
"Because we couldn't afford for you to run and tell the police about us," I answered without thinking, simply wanting him to shut up. The moment the words left my lips, I wished I could stuff them back in.
His eyes glinted with understanding. "And why wouldn't you want the cops on your tail?"
"Shut up," I hissed, more furious at myself for being careless than at him.
"There's no use getting testy, Jasper." I gritted my teeth at the sound of my name on his tongue. "We're all friends here," he rationalized.
"We are not friends, Emmett," I said, sneering his name in a way that was almost cruel. Everything he did set my nerves on edge, made my hands tighten on the wheel.
"Fine, we're acquaintances," he amended. "Regardless, we're going to be stuck in the same vehicle for who knows how many hours. There's no point in hating each other." Keeping my eyes on the road, I saw through my peripheral vision that he continued staring at me. "So is it a deal?"
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Decency, Jasper. If we treat each other with respect, this hell will be a lot easier to endure." Emmett paused. "Do you have any food in that bag?" He gestured to the bags that sat on the floorboard behind Bella – our bags.
"Get out whatever food we have left, Bella," I said, softening my tone. Emmett's words made sense, not that I could ever fully trust him, but he was right. Animosity would only infuriate both of us.
Bella turned around, reaching down to pull my bag into her lap. She began pulling objects out, studiously keeping her eyes away from Emmett who was feet from her, leaning his elbows on the middle console. She pulled out the box of condoms I had stuffed in the bag before we left. She blushed as she tried to hide the box under the bag. But Emmett quickly reached out and took it in his hand.
"You have ribbed condoms?" His tone was surprised yet amused. "I guess this means I don't need to ask if anyone's a virgin. Although these condoms are great for stimulating a chick's pussy. Good choice, man." He slapped me hard on the shoulder and I turned to glare at him. "Hey, I can take a hint." And with that, he sat heavily back on the seat.
Bella gave Emmett a few peanut butter crackers, the last of our stash. We had consumed most of it yesterday.
"I still can't believe that old lady saw my dick ," he grumbled. "That's going to haunt my nightmares."
Suddenly there were blue lights flashing behind us, accompanied by the sound of sirens. My heart stopped and fear shot through my veins like ice in the coldest of winters.
"Oh no," Bella whispered, her eyes wide. "They've caught us, Jasper." Her voice cracked, the sound going straight to my heart.
My mind quickly went through our options. We could either try and out run the cop – unlikely – or we could stop and see if the reason for being pulled over was what we thought it was. Biting my lip hard, I slowly pulled off the highway.
"What are you doing?" Bella hissed frantically. "They'll arrest us!"
"No they won't," I muttered. The second we were parked off the side of the road, I pulled back the hammer on the revolver and aimed the barrel towards Emmett's face. "Quickly, get in the front seat and I'll get in the back. I'm warning you, Emmett, you do one thing to harm Bella or I, and you're going to have a bullet in your back." I stared hard at him, hoping he knew I was serious.
It only took a few seconds for us to change seats. I pressed the mouth of the revolver's barrel into his side while I sat behind him. And of course we all hastily put on our seat belts while Bella stuffed her little pistol into her bag. There was a knock on the driver's side window, the officer standing just outside. Emmett rolled down his window and I pressed the gun harder into his side.
"What's the problem, officer?" he asked, his voice calmer than I would have imagined. Bella kept her hair pulled over her shoulders so that her face was partly obscured.
"May I see your license and registration?"
"Yes, sir," Emmett replied, digging into his back pocket for his wallet.
"Excuse me?" the cop demanded harshly, almost incredulously.
Emmett's eyes turned back to the officer and widened as he realized his mistake. Although the cop's chest was mostly flat and the face was strangely unisex, there was something in the state trooper's demeanor that hinted at the truth. The cop was female.
"You're a chick?" Emmett gasped in surprise. "Shit, I would have never guessed . . ."
The woman glared at him so darkly I was sure she was envisioning the process by which he would become a eunuch. Hastily Emmett got out his wallet and a few papers in the glove box. I hid my amusement and focused on keeping an eye on the cop. My heart sped frantically and my palms grew moist. If anyone made a single wrong move, Bella and I could be arrested. Nothing could go wrong if we wanted to leave without handcuffs.
The female officer looked at Emmett's license and then at the registration for a long moment. I was suddenly thankful that Emmett was here. If the cop had asked me for my license, I couldn't give it to her since I didn't own one. Then she would have carted me to jail for unlicensed driving and eventually discovered our past.
"Are you aware that your license plate is out of date and that you were driving twelve miles over the legal speed limit?"
"No, ma'am, I didn't know."
She handed Emmett back his things, her movements deliberately quick and harsh. Then she began writing something down on a pad. "I'm going to have to fine you for the expired tag and give you a speeding ticket."
I sighed in relief – that meant she was leaving. My palm around the pistol was slick with nervous sweat and the rubber grip slipped in my hand. Frantically, I gripped it tighter, still pressing it against Emmett.
The cop ripped off the pieces of paper from her pad and tossed them carelessly in Emmett's lap. Her icy eyes stared into his with distaste. "I would have expected a man of your stature to know a woman when you see one," she spat.
"Usually I do!" he cried indignantly. "But you're the manliest woman I've ever seen!"
Her lips flattened in a hard line, her eyes flashing, the cop spun on her heel, stalking quickly back to her car. I bit my lip, struggling to withhold the laughter that threatened to escape.
When Emmett spoke, his voice was full of confusion. "Did I say something wrong?"
Bella laughed, the sound of which I hadn't heard for what seemed the longest time. For the first time in endless hours, she seemed truly happy. When was the last time I had made her laugh? Had I ever been the cause of such glorious happiness? For the briefest moment, I was filled with a blinding jealousy. Emmett found it so easy to create the humor that inspired laughter. Somehow I would make her laugh, if only to hear her happiness once again.
My eyes flickered from Bella to Emmett, suspicion growing like a budding Venus flytrap. Something was developing between my sister and our captor, whether she realized it or not. Was Emmett purposely drawing my sister to him? My hand tightened almost painfully around the handle of the revolver as I stared at the two individuals in the front seat.
Emmett grinned unabashedly and Bella's laughter died to a giggle.
The Venus flytrap within my heart opened its hungry mouth, waiting for the insect to alight onto it. The lethal blossom was sick with suspicion and jealousy. I felt its mental vines twisting around my flesh, squeezing my body like a boa constrictor, choking me. The deadly plant bloomed in my mind.
Then I pulled Emmett quickly into the backseat as I climbed into the front.
As I glanced back through the rearview mirror at him, the flytrap swallowed the insect – killing its unknowing victim.
Wow, there was a lot of metaphors in this last part! lol. So, Jasper's doubts and suspicions have been planted. The next chapter is going to be my favorite though. The next chapter will be more interesting than this one and will be longer, don't worry.
So, as a slight teaser for the next chapter, it is called "Kiss me, Emmett" and will of course be in BPOV. I hope you all enjoy it!
-Oriana
