The Date Part I
As soon as we walked out of the glass doors, Rose practically dragged me towards a taxi, and threw me in. I landed in the backseat, sideways, conking my head on the other door.
"Ow, fuck! Rose, are you trying to kill me?" I complain as I sit up, rubbing the side of my face.
"No, just shut you up." She deadpans.
"Seriously? How many times do I have to apologize?" I complain.
"You haven't. It's not going to work either way. Let's just get this night out of the way before we do anything else. Also, you might want to quit the nonsense now, and leave the 'tude here as well because if you get us arrested, I'll kick your ass and send you home before Sunday." She states.
I sigh, before nodding once in response.
Aunt Becky was waiting for us by the gate of her house as we pulled up in the taxi. The scowl on her face tells me that she's about to tear us a new asshole. Me, in particular.
"Isabella Marie, Rosalie Lilian! Would you two like to explain why a young man named Edward called here a few minutes ago?" She asks us, raising an eyebrow at us.
"Oh, uhh...hmm.. we got held up at the airport, since they lost my luggage…" I say.
"Right…" she says, unbelievingly.
"Not only that, but Miss. Priss, here, mouthed off to a security guard...and got us both arrested." Rosalie pipes in, happily.
I gasp in disbelief. "You fucking bitch." I mutter, scoffing.
This bitch just wants a throw down, doesn't she?
"You what?!" My dear aunt asks, I'm a second away from booking it because she looks ready to tan my hide.
"Well—you see...what happened was- was—" I struggled to explain.
"Don't give me that piss poor excuse, get your ass in the house before I call the Colonel and Srg." She threatened, swatting my ass as I walked past her.
Oh, In case you're wondering who Srg is… that—that's my father, who was a Srg before he got out of the Army.
As much as I love mouthing off to everyone, I loved to live more.
"Ouch! I thought you—ouch!— said you were going to be careful. Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch! Rosalie, put the damn brush down!" I command.
"It wouldn't hurt if your ass would quit squirming so damn much." She snipped as she finished pinning half of my hair up. Though it felt as if she was embedding it to my scalp.
"Alright. Alright." I say, making my way towards my jeans. "Jeez… I make some simple remarks and suddenly everyone has a stick up their assholes." I mutter, as I begin to pull them on.
"Oh no, you don't." Rose stops me, yanking my pants from my hands as I slip my foot in.
As she does this I lose my balance and end up falling back onto the wood store.
"You little bitch." I complain, flinching as I stand up, rubbing my left cheek, then proceeding to rub the right one.
"Back at ya, babe. Now slip this baby on." She says, showing me an unfamiliar dress.
"Why can't I wear jeans? Those are my best jeans." I complain again, pouting at her.
"Well, because you are trying to impress him, aren't you? Jeans may accentuate your ass but you'll want to accentuate everything…. and this dress will make everything look good, not just your ass." She says, pointing to the dress.
I scowl at it like it is the vilest thing on Earth. It's a gothic style, ruffle top, sheer sleeve, off the shoulder, mini dress. While it does accentuate all of my assets. The dark maroon color makes my skin look like it's glowing.
"You can also wear these…" she adds pulling out my black knee length boots with a chunky heel.
"While I don't like wearing dresses, I do admit it looks good on me, and the boots go perfectly with it." I admit stiffly.
She nods, handing me a pair of thigh length, black lace stocking with bows at the top.
"You do realize that this is going to make me look like a cheap whore, right?" I ask, raising an eyebrow at her.
"No, you'll look like a high-class escort, not a cheap whore." She corrected, smiling at me.
I don't know where we'll be going yet, since Rose is the one who answered the phone. My stomach is beginning to do somersaults, and this thing is beginning to chafe my ass cheeks.
"Where are we going?" I finally ask, turning the intricate, floral ring I carry on my index finger as I speak.
"Oh, it's Richie's. It's a nice place, semi-formal wear. That's why I dressed you like this. You'll be fine. I mean, look what I am wearing. " she states, gesturing towards herself.
If I thought I looked slutty, then she is far worse, yet she makes it look classy. She's wearing a deep v neck, lace up red blouse, and a gray pencil skirt, though it has a slit that goes about mid-thigh.
She's paired it up with thigh high boots, and a silver heart pendant. Her hair is pinned away from her face, though she has two small pieces framing her face.
"How is it you can get ready in the blink of an eye, here, but take a whole two hours to get ready at home?" I asked, petulantly.
"Well, for three simple reasons. One, there's two bathrooms here available. Two, we're alone here. Three, I already knew what I'd be wearing tonight either way." She explained.
"Ahh." I reply, adjusting the straps on my bra a bit before standing up straight. "Oh jeez. Why does it feel as if my boobs are about to suffocate me?" I asked, breathless.
"Two words, Bella. Push-up, bra. Just stand and sit up straight and you'll be fine. Aunt Becky said to home before one, and to use the side door when we did get in." She says, before giving me my floor length, black, wool trench coat. While grabbing her tan one.
"It's supposed to be warm tonight but Aunt Becky says it's been cooler than normal. If it does get cooler, I put a knit hat, a scarf and some leggings in your bag along with mine. I also called cousin Jasper, he's got a date there tonight too." She said as we slowly make our way out of the property.
It takes us fifteen minutes to get to a fancy shmancy looking restaurant, but get this, it also has a bar there. Its decorated in a way to gives off the high class, fancy Frou Frou vibe.
There are people dressed in 'semi-formal wear' everywhere. Summer dresses, posh button downs, shiny shoes… things like that.
There's a tall blonde man behind a podium with a telephone, standing there looking down at a black leather reservation book.
When he hears the door open and the wind blow in around us, he looks up rolling his eyes, but does a double take.
"We have reservations under 'Cullen'." Rosalie states, scowling at the weird dude.
"Oh yes, Mr. Cullen and his brother arrived just a few minutes ago. I'll go call them to inform them you two have arrived." He quickly says, leering at me before he takes off like his ass is on fire.
"That dude reminds me of a Fido back home." I whisper to Rose.
"You mean Five-Minute-Mike?" Rosalie snorts.
"More like five seconds." I snorted back.
We look at each other, and lose it. Full on laughing as we wait in the lobby. We're so lost in our amusement that we don't hear when Speedy and the men get back.
"Is something amusing you, ladies?" We hear, stopping mid laugh.
"Oh, umm..er, we were just remembering someone from back home." Rosalie quickly says.
"Hmm...that's good to know, I guess. This is my brother Emmett. Emmett this is Isabella and her sister, Rosalie." He says, smiling at me.
I smile back politely and watch as Rosalie smiles back vacuously.
"Rosalie, could I speak to you alone for a second?" Emmett asks, shyly.
"Sure, why not?" She replies stiffly, walking past us towards the bar.
I turn to look at Edward in question, "Have they met before?" I ask him, confused.
"I wouldn't know…. but from the looks of it, I'd say that's a big possibility." He replies, giving me a crooked smile.
My already churning insides seize, causing my stomach to squeeze painfully.
"Mis— Mister Cullen, your table for four is ready. If you'll just follow me." Speedy says.
I see Edward gesture to follow him and I nod in response. Feeling as he places a hand on my lower back.
We follow Speedy as he leads us towards the far left part of the restaurant. Where he gestures to a round table with four chairs around it. Before I can sit down, I see Edward shake his head
"Do you have anything a bit more private?" He asks.
Speedy nods, before leading us down a hallway that has booths. To my surprise, the top of these booths are separated by a thick wall of stained glass, ending at the ceiling.
"Is this better?" Speedy asks, sarcastically.
"Perfect." Edward replied, allowing me to slip in before he sits down next to me.
"So, Miss. Swan. Did you and your sister have trouble finding this place?" He asks, a polite smile on his lips.
"No, my cousin gave us directions on how to reach the restaurant. They were very straightforward." I answered honestly.
He nods once in response. I looked towards the way we came to see an annoyed-looking Rosalie walking briskly towards us, followed by a forlorn-looking Emmett.
"Wah-oh...looks like they do know each other, after all." I mutter, softly elbowing Edward and inclining my head in their direction.
I hear Edward sigh, as Rose and Emmett approach the table.
Uh-oh, indeed.