Chapter Twelve

I'm sorry! Kinda…

Skipping ahead because well, I wanna and I can. (PS This is two days since she moved into the house. I was sick of "she's packing" "she's unpacking" "she's fucking eating cake". Like whatever.

I HOLD THE POWER.

"New roomie! Getcha ass down here!"

Bella dropped the book she was reading and decided to venture downstairs to join her fellow roommates. She heard Edward go downstairs to join his brother at least three hours ago since Emmett had gotten home.

Edward had explained over their first breakfast together, that Emmett flew more often then he walked. He was practically on call: ready to fly, record and write at random days. Edward also took the time to explain the fact that Emmett liked to drink when he got home. Well, partake in drinking games.

Bella sighed at the memory of that breakfast as she closed the door to her room and stalked down the staircase. Her hand glided down the sleek wooden banister, and for a second, her eyes were drawn to the reflection on the surface. She was easily distracted tonight and she was afraid her new favorite distraction would be scared away by her possible drunk antics.

The two men were seated facing each other on the floor, their legs crossed, brows furrowed and jaws set. In each of their hands was a shot glass full of something. She couldn't tell if they were engaged in a staring contest or seeing who would break first, but as she leaned against the couch, Bella found herself giggling at their expressions.

They really were taking drinking seriously.

The last time Bella had actually had a good time drinking with friends was just before she started dating Mike. She still had friends at that time, before she allowed herself to be controlled by the beady-eyed dick. The instant she willingly moved into Mike's apartment, she practically felt the ties with her friends break.

They went from talking almost every day, to texting once a week to occasional emails, then nothing. The mental slap she received from the memories was enough to have her hands clench into fists.

"Yo! Hells Bells, where are you right now?"

Bella shook her head in an attempt to clear her thoughts before approaching them. She awkwardly shifted her weight before taking a deep breath and sitting down next to Edward, close enough that their knees just barely touched.

"Okay, here's the rules." Emmett slurred slightly. He handed her two shot glasses, filling them up with the same brown liquid they were knocking back earlier. "You blink, you drink. You laugh, you drink both. You drop your shot, you drink."

If the glazed look in his eyes was enough of a warning, they were getting shitfaced.

Bella was excited.

Next up, truth or dare drunk Emmett style. There will be stripping and it will be fabulous.

Reviews are better than touching Edward's knee and taking shots.