Title: That's A1
Summary: A simple bet, see who can use a 'coupla focail' to get a 'cailini' into the 'aul 'leaba', what could go wrong? Well Irish Boy Edward Masen is going to find, not just what could go wrong, but what also could go right.
Perspective: EPOV
Story Type: Drabble, chapters will vary in length.
Rating: M
Disclaimer: I wished I owned Twilight, so, so, so much! But I don't so I'm just going to play with them for a bit.
EPOV
"Aren't you a sight for sore eyes?" Emmett asked as he met us at the airport. "Come here 'til I smell ye" He said hugging me and inhaling deeply. "Lad you smell like home."
"Get the fuck off of me." I said pushing him.
"What am I? Chopped Liver?" Bella asked.
"Sorry Bella" Emmett said. "So how was it meeting the Masens? Does your Ma still love me more than she loves you Edward?"
"Shut the fuck up" I said and Bella laughed. "Plus your title has been taken. Bella's the new favourite." I explained and she laughed.
"Just my rotten luck." He said. "So what did you bring me?" he asked.
"Tonnes a shite." I said and he nodded.
"Well the girls are back at our place so ye can just bring your bags up and get stuff sorted there." He said to Bella before we all left the airport.
"So any craic while we were gone?" I asked as I sat in the passenger seat trying to remember Emmett had not gone insane and was driving on the correct side of the road.
"The four of us went down to Alice's parents. That was a riot. She's one of those big plantations girls like from Dallas or something. Her parents are so uptight, I thought Jasper was gonna pass out." Emmett said and Bella laughed.
"And how's Rosalie?" Bella asked him and Emmett blushed.
"What did I miss?"
"Well I got a very lengthy email from a certain blonde about how Emmett and that certain blonde have been making out regularly for the past couple of weeks and now Emmett and that certain blonde are in a relationship."
"What does Rosalie have to do with Jasper and Emmett having sex?" I asked Bella and Emmett glared at me. "Oh so you and Rose?" I asked him and he nodded. "Let me guess you don't own your own balls?" I asked him.
"I haven't owned those since the night she punched in me in the bar."
I knew exactly what he was on about.
"You smell like home" is a direct quote from my sister after the first time she came back from being away with me or our parents.
Those poor boys not owning their own balls.
Review please.
Love The Irish Cullen.
