Chapter 14 - My mind works like lightning...one brilliant flash and it's gone.

EDWARD

To say that Emmett was pumped about meeting up with the girls was an understatement. He was thoroughly excited to see bouncer chick, aka Rosalie, again. Jasper was a little more hesitant, but because he was such good friends with Emmett and me, he was in to make sure we stayed out of jail.

He was cool like that.

I asked Bella to take me back to my dorm, so I could change out of my scotch-soaked clothes, before we headed to her place. As we were walking up the sidewalk, she jumped up on my back. I hitched her legs up, giving her a piggyback ride. When we got to the elevators, she started sucking on my neck and licking the dripped scotch from my ear. Needless to say, I was instantly aroused and struggling to breathe.

She slipped off my back and then jumped on my front, her lips finding mine quickly. Her legs wrapped around me, shocking me, but not enough for inaction. I held onto her butt, as I stumbled out of the elevator and into the hallway of my dorm room. I pressed her against the wall next to the door, so I could open it without putting her down.

"I want you," she whispered.

Of course, I panicked and started honking like a goose, as I wheezed and gasped between kisses. I reached for the doorknob, but it wasn't there.

"Edward, are you alright?"

I froze. I prayed that I was hallucinating hearing my father's voice. I realized Bella had stopped kissing me and was resting her lips against my neck. I tried to get my breathing under control, but it wasn't working.

"Are you having an asthma attack?" my father asked, and I wished the ground would open up and swallow me. I didn't want to look up and see him. I wanted to take my girlfriend into my room, not talk with my dad.

"Son?" I heard him ask, but he was closer to me now. "My heavens, how much have you had to drink? Are you drunk?"

I let out a sigh and stepped back, setting Bella down.

"No, Dad, I'm completely sober." I finally faced him. It didn't look like he believed me. "I'm sober, Dad. I haven't been drinking."

"But you reek of alcohol."

Bella pulled her water gun out and showed it to my father. He looked at her confused. "You had a water gun fight with alcohol?" he asked, like he wasn't sure if he believed her.

Bella nodded yes and slipped past him into my room. I wished I could follow and avoid the confrontation with my father.

"Bella has a friend who owns a bar, so they had a scotch fight that I ended up in the middle of. I was coming home to change. Was there something you needed, Dad?"

He frowned, but he went on, anyways "Your grandfather and mother want to meet Bella. Your mother insists you bring her to Sunday dinner."

Our Sundays were usually free, so I hoped Bella didn't kill me for accepting the invitation on her behalf. "That sounds fine."

He clapped his hands. "Excellent, I'll let your mother know. Your grandfather is expected to attend as well, so be ready to discuss your grades and classwork. And Edward, if you're going to drink, please drink responsibly. Emmett has been such a disappointment. I expect more from you." I didn't like when he talked bad about Emmett, but I could never think of anything positive to say in Emmett's defense.

"I know, Dad. You know I won't mess up."

"That's my golden boy," he said, messing my hair up, and then he turned to Bella, who was waiting for me on my bed. "I'll see you Sunday."

Bella gave him a beaming wide smile, as she waved goodbye to him. I really hoped she made a good impression on my grandfather. I'd really hate to go against my family for her, but I would. She must not have liked the solemn look I had on my face, because she shot me in the face with her scotch gun.

Little stinker.

We headed to Bella's, I carried up the case of tequila for her and placed it on the counter, where she immediately started making Jell-O shots and some other mixers. It looked like we were having a variety of drinks for the night. She went to change into something else for the evening. I figured she wasn't a fan of stale scotch smell, either. The phrase on her new shirt was perfect.

Earth is the insane asylum for the universe.

I should have seen that as a foreshadowing of the rest of the evening.

Emmett and Jasper showed up a little early. Emmett was obviously eager and slightly hyper, because he was clearly nervous. They were carrying eight pizza boxes, and when Bella saw them and shot me a confused look, I told her not to underestimate Emmett's stomach.

Alice and Rose showed up shortly thereafter. Alice was spinning a board game on her finger like a pro basketball player.

"We're starting with Rollo's," she announced, and Rose held up a bag of candy and chopsticks. "Then, we're playing Shot's and Ladders," she giggled, "followed by either Truth or Dare or I Never. We'll see how we're feeling at that point." Alice dropped the game on the little coffee table, and I saw it was the children's board game, Chutes and Ladders.

It seemed like it was going to be an interesting night.

"So, who is this?" Alice asked, appraising my brother.

"That's my brother, Emmett," I answered. She smiled, because Emmett was nervously trying to say hello to Rose, who was ignoring him.

"Right, then where's my stallion for the evening?" Alice asked, just as Jasper came back from the bathroom. They locked eyes with goofy grins on their faces. Jasper moved forward slowly, until he was right in front of her, towering over her tiny frame.

"Please, tell me you're Alice," he begged, his eyes soft and focused on her.

"I'm Alice," she answered, before she jumped into his arms, knocking him back on the sofa, and they immediately became attached at the mouth. I looked at Rose and Emmett, and we all shrugged, as Alice and Jasper had become wrapped around each other. It looked like they'd hit it off just fine.

Bella came in shortly after her friend attacked mine, and she was finally able to coax Alice's tongue out of Jasper's mouth with the promise of Jell-O shots. She set the tray in the middle of the table, as Alice explained the first game. There was one die that was passed around; everyone was trying to roll a six. You got three chances to get a six. If you didn't get a six, you took a shot and passed the die to the next person. If you got the six, you grabbed the chopsticks and candy and attempted to unwrap and eat the Rollo candy with them, no stabbing the candy allowed.

We played this until each of the girls had at least one candy. I had to say, trying to use chopsticks while drunk to do anything was impossible. The Jell-O seemed to slow things down a little, but I did end up taking a bathroom break, where I puked my guts out.

Yeah, pizza sucked in reverse.

Chutes and Ladders didn't seem any more promising. You tried to get to the end of the game while playing it like normal, but to move your piece, you had to either take a shot or answer a question for each space. Oh, and going up a ladder was an automatic shot. Yeah, I think they were trying to get us drunk, though the case of tequila should have been my first clue. The night would only get crazier from there.

Too bad we wouldn't remember most of it…