The Date Part II:
I watched, as the pair approached the table, on the edge of my seat. From what I could tell Rosalie looked incredulous, not just that, but the way her shoulders were tense made me believe something had happened or was about to happen between the two.
Unable to keep my mouth shut or my thoughts to myself.
"So.., Rose…, sissy dearest. Care to share, how you two…" I say, gesturing to the two of them, "know one another?" I ask.
She sighed, shaking her head in exasperation."Emmett, is a firefighter. He used to work in the same fire station as Vinny. He knew Vinny was cheating on me the entire time." She replied, as she unrolled her napkin, and pulled out the silverware.
Oh crap, she's about to do the twirling thing she does with the knife, she only does this when she is agitated. Change subject, Bella! Do it, now! Don't let her get more agitated. Someone could lose a limb if she does.
"O-oohhh… did you tell Emmett that thanks to his silence, the night you found out he was cheating on you, you had an accident? And that thanks to said accident, you were hospitalized for a month and a half?" I asked, rhetorically.
"Bella, look I'm sorry that that happened to your sister, but back then Vincent gave me his word, he told me he was going to tell Rosalie that he was seeing Mel. I—I didn't know." Emmett said, putting his hands up.
I raised a bitch brow at him. "Ex-fucking-cuses. My sister was cheated on, she was hit by drunk driver, and in a fucking coma for a fucking month and a half! Do you have any fucking idea what it's like to fucking watch someone you love, lay in a fucking bed unconscious? Not know when or if they'll wake up? Do you fucking know how hard it was to watch her cry and not know how to help her? Or how about hear her cry at night while she fucking thought we were all asleep?" I rant, " No? Oh, well then, I guess I accept your 'I didn't know' since you didn't fucking know!" I say, sarcasm dripping from my tone.
"Bells, calm down. He apologized." She said, attempting to calm me down.
"Oh, then I guess everything is fine and dandy as candy." I retort, picking up one of the menus.
"Let's move on, then…" I hear her say quietly."I'm sorry." I hear Emmett say a few moments later.
I roll my eyes, and start counting to one hundred or I might shank a bitch tonight.
"Bella, I didn't realize my silence would end up hurting Rosalie, and your family by default. I believed Vince would tell Rosalie and for that I am truly sorry." Emmet apologized.
"You know, that's not the only reason I am mad. I am also hurt. See, Rose and I were engaged… her to Vinny or Vincent as you call him… and I to his cousin Zachary. I truly thought I had met my one, but it was all an illusion I tricked myself into believing. I was young, naive, and gullible. I had no backbone. What they did to both of us changed me, and it changed me for good. I don't believe jack shit. That is unless I see otherwise. So, if you really are sorry, then I am going to have to see that you truly are. Because sorry is just a word. Actions speak louder than words for me." I utter, looking at him in the eye.
"You two were—were engaged?" Edward asks, shocked.
"We were. Rose was nineteen and I was eighteen." I say honestly.
"Look this is our first date, I realise, that these topics are a tad… severe, especially for tonight but… I had to know why my sister has that look." I justify.
"Be that as it may… it served to clear the air. Now, maybe we can...I don't know… carry on?" He suggests, giving me a shy smile.
"I'd like that… I'd like that a lot." I reply, giving him the same shy smile.
As if on cue, a waiter is suddenly walking towards us, with a tray.
"Good evening. Welcome to Richie's, I'm here to take your order. If you're ready. Would you like some complementary chips and salsa or jalapeno poppers while you wait?" He asked, eyeballing me.
I gave him the bitch brow, "Hey, asshole? What you are looking at — Are my tits. My eyes are up here." I say, before continuing, "Also, I am ready to order. I'll have some grilled chicken alfredo and a piece of meat lovers lasagna. To drink I want either a Sprite or Coca Cola with lots of ice." I say, unwaveringly, handing him back the menu.
"Sure, would you like some garlic bread as well?" He asks, while writing on the notepad.
"If you got them… either way, I'll be fine,oh, can I also have some water?" I ask.
He nods in response, before looking over to Rosalie, "I'll have the meatball marinara, or the zesty lemon pepper chicken with mashed potatoes and green beans." She says, cutting him off.
"We've actually run out of marinara, but we do have your second choice. " he says.
"Great. To drink I'll have a glass of wine." She says.
"White or red?" He asks, eyeing her chest like he did mine.
Is this pervert seriously doing this knowing we're here on dates?
"Oh..um. white will be fine. Chardonnay. " She says, as she hands back the menu.
"I'll have the t-bone steak with mashed potatoes and gravy, and steamed vegetables." I heard Edward say.
"That sounds good, I'll have toe same and a side order of popcorn shrimp." Emmett says, handing over his menu.
"What would you gentlemen like to drink?" He asks them.
They both share a look before turning towards the waiter before saying, "Beer." Together.
"Is Heineken alright for you?" The waiter asks.
"Yeah, sure." Emmett says.
I roll my eyes as I watch the retreating form of the waiter head back to the kitchen to put in our orders.
"You know, he forgot to introduce himself." I say, watching amused.
"That's true." Rose says, smirking. "Did you have to intimidate him?" She asks amused.
"I didn't do jack shit. It's not my fault most men can't handle my feisty, brazenness." I pipe, shrugging my shoulders carelessly.
"Good luck finding anyone to stick around with that shit." She taunts.
"Well, the way I see it, is they can either roll with the punches or get punched. Come on Rose, if a guy wants something to clap and roll around on command they can get a dog, or one of the loose girls back home." I reply, smiling sweetly at her.
"Err… where exactly is home?" Edward asks, tentatively.
"Why? Are you planning to follow me home?" I jibe.
"Eh.. no. I was..just making small talk." He stutters.
"It's a joke. We're from the sunny state of California. Wine country. Try guessing which one." I, winking playfully at him.
"The Sun State. Oh, my sister lives in San Francisco, she's here visiting our family. " he says.
"Oh, cool. How many family members are there in your family?" I ask, my eyes flickering briefly towards Edward in wonder.
Before I turn to see Rose and Emmett in deep conversation as well. A bit more guarded, but in conversation just the same.
"Oh, well. First, there are three of us. My brother Emmett who happens to be two years older than me. Then there's me, and last but no least, there's my little sister Mary Allison, who we call Aly or Alice. She's twenty one. My mother...and my stepfather." He says.
Alice, Alice? Now, where had I heard that name before? "Oh..your parents are divorced?" I ask, not trying to pry but unwittingly doing so my uttering the question.
Stupid, stupid, stupid. Have my brain cells stopped working as well as my mouth filter? Because my foot hasn't been out of my mouth since this morning before we left home.
"No…, uh. You see, our father was an officer, too. He was doing a routine traffic stop and was gunned down in broad daylight. My mother was pregnant with my little sister when it happened. She got married to our step father just four years ago." He explained, giving me a small gentle smile.
"I'm so sorry to hear about your father. I understand what it's like to have a cop in the family. Since my father is the Police Chief back home, and my older brother is also an officer." I say, unconsciously reaching over and placing my hand over his.
"It's alright. It happened long ago, I was just four and Emmett was six." He muttered, giving me a sad smile.
Just as I am about to apologize for being such an idiot, who needs to get her foot out of her mouth, the waiter comes back with all our food, placing the mouthwatering food before us on the wide, dark mahogany table.
"Fuck yeah." I mutter under my breath.
"Are you sure you can handle eating all that food, shorty?" Emmett teases, as he unrolls the napkin and places it on his lap.
I look up at him and give him my bitch brow, "Why, big boy, are you gonna eat it for me?" I ask.
"Normal girls can't—no, my mistake— don't eat that much food." He notes.
"In case you haven't noticed, I never said I was normal… and I can eat my weight in food. Well, barbeque anyway, but food all the same. Is it a challenge I sense? Do you think I won't eat it?" I asked, smiling at him challengingly.
"Oh, I know you won't eat it." Emmett challenges.
"Emmett." Edward warns, shaking his head.
"Back off, Ed boy. This is between me and the Meatball, here." I snip.
"Oh, challenge accepted. If you finish the food, all of it. I'll pay for everything. If you don't, we all go out again tomorrow, this time to Jameson's, a bar down the road." He says, smiling widely.
I look at Rose for approval. I almost want to laugh at the pleading look she's giving me.
"It's a win-win for me either way. Aren't I supposed to be losing something?" I question.
"How about this if you finish… I'll leave Rose alone." He says, seriously.
I turn to look at a shocked Rose, before turning back to him. "Look, idiot. My sister is interested in you. Don't go and start trying to make the choice for her or you'll lose that." I say. "Any ways. If I finish, you pay the bill." I say.
"Deal." he says, excitedly.
Edward shakes his head in disbelief before smirking at me.
I smirk back at him, and pick up my fork, and begin digging in.
A/N:I would just like to say thank you to those who are reading, reviewing and enjoying this story.Yes, it is an idea I got off of an episode of a show.Thank you, again.Enjoy.