Hi guys! So like, super sorry for how long I've been gone. I don't have much of an excuse, besides the fact that college is kicking my ass. Good news is that I've got a general outline of most the rest of the story, which is great. I'm hoping I can start updating frequently again, but like… no promises.
Important note: I've decided to change the turned ages some of the Cullens for my own benefits. Carlisle and Esme were turned in their mid-thirties, and Emmett was turned at 18, mostly because I can, but also because it works better and makes more sense. Also apparently Emmett is 6'5 in the books? Thats buckwild and also definitely canon in this fanfiction, because tall men are hot as hell.
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Honey slunk into his first period class a few minutes early, breathing a small internal sigh of relief when Mr. Guiness let him pass by his desk without comment. Apparently the man had gotten his fill of unintentionally humiliating the new kid for one semester. Looking around, he noticed there were only a handful of students already in the classroom, including his (incredibly hot) seatmate, Emmett. The hulking boy was staring at him, not even making an effort to hide his blatant scrutiny. His expression didn't seem judging, however. It looked excited, appreciative, strangely intense. Honey didn't know whether to be flattered or unnerved. A mix of both, probably.
It wasn't until someone not-so-subtly cleared their throat behind him that Honey realized he was standing in the doorway like some sort of idiot. Face hot, he hurried to his desk, letting his heavy binders and textbooks land on the table before turning to look at Emmett, who still hadn't stopped staring at him. Yeah, at this point he was definitely tipping toward the unnerved side of the scale.
"You know, only stalkers and serial killers stare like that," Honey said, raising one eyebrow. He wasn't going to let it go without a comment, no matter how hot the guy was.
Emmett grinned, showing off a row of straight white teeth. Honey tried not to get distracted by the endearing boyish dimple that formed on his left cheek, and was only partially successful. "Sorry, didn't mean to creep you out. I was just wondering when angels started taking chemistry classes, that's all."
Honey couldn't help the laugh that spilled from his mouth, caught off guard by the open and shamelessly cheesy flirting. He shook his head in disbelief. "Has that line ever worked for you?"
"That was my first time trying it out," Emmett admitted with a sheepish grin.
"Mm, I can see that. No need for pick up lines with a face like that, huh?" Honey teased lightly.
"Something like that," He answered vaguely, looking unbearably amused about something. "You should let me take you out sometime, help me brush up on my flirting skills."
Honey tilted his head in mock contemplation. "Huh, that was a little smoother. I'd give you a C minus. A little more work, and I'll consider taking you up on that offer."
He probably shouldn't have encouraged it, especially with his commitment to keeping a low profile, but he couldn't help himself. He was flirty by nature, and being hit on by someone so obviously out of his league was doing great things for his ego. It wouldn't get any more serious than harmless flirting, so who cared, really? He'd take what little entertainment he could get.
The bell rung, effectively ending their conversation. Mr. Guiness immediately launched into a continuation of yesterday's lecture, and Honey did his best to copy everything down, despite the fact that he understood about 20% of what was coming out of the man's mouth. If he was being honest, even that was probably a pretty generous estimate. Honey wished he could go back in time and strangle his younger self for skipping class so often. He spent the entire period forcing his mind not to wander off or his eyes to glaze over. Thankfully, the lecture wrapped up within twenty minutes, leaving the rest of class time for tackling the practice questions from the textbook. Honey opened up his textbook, figuring he may as well look like he was making an effort, but was quickly distracted by Emmett once again.
"So, you said you're from Kingston? What brought your family out this way? Not to be rude, but this town doesn't really attract new people."
Honey raised an eyebrow at him, turning his attention to the other boy. "I could say the same about you. You and your family only transferred in a few months earlier than me, from what I've heard."
"Been asking around about me? And here I thought you were completely resistant to my charms." Emmett flashed a grin, showing off those adorable dimples again. Honey refused to back down out of embarrassment, however.
"Who said I was charmed?" He asked challengingly. " I was just curious about the weird guy who hasn't stopped staring at me. Also, don't think I missed you completely avoiding that question."
"The weather."
Honey furrowed his eyebrows. "What?"
"The weather is what attracted us here, of course," Emmett reiterated, and Honey snorted incredulously.
"Of course, I don't know how I could have missed that. who doesn't want to live in a cold, rainy failed tourist trap town. Silly me." Honey picked up his pencil, about to go back to his work, but Emmett reached out and snagged his fingers in Honey's sleeve.
"I was just kidding around, don't be like that. Our dad got a good job offer at the county hospital, so here we are." His expression was sincere and apologetic, making it impossible for Honey to hold onto his annoyance. Still, he gently extricated his sleeve from Emmett's grip, twirling the pencil between his slim fingers.
"So your dad is a doctor?" Honey asked, doodling on his sheet of loose leaf to give Mr. Guinness the impression that he was at least attempting to work. He vaguely remembered M.L referring to the Cullen patriarch as such, but he hadn't put much thought into it.
Emmett nodded, picking up his pencil and beginning to write quickly, hand nearly flying across his paper. Curiously, it looked like he was actually answering the questions, although Honey had no clue whether the answers were actually correct. He doubted it, however; Emmett had barely even glanced at his textbook. "Yeah, he's a surgeon for the most part, but he hospital is so understaffed that he ends up having to do other stuff too."
Honey nodded, vaguely interested. He had entertained fantasies of being a doctor for a while, before eventually confronting the reality of how expensive and time consuming that particular career path was. Besides, he had never been much for blood. Not quite ready for the conversation to end, Honey fished around for a new topic.
"So, is there anything to do out here? It seems so quiet, I think I'll go crazy from boredom," Honey said, propping his hand on his chin as he started to draw small flowers along the borders of his paper.
"I wouldn't really know, my family and I tend to stick to ourselves. But there's plenty of outdoorsy activities, if you're into that." Emmett laughed when he saw Honey scrunch up his nose in distaste. "Come on, don't be such a city kid. There's nothing wrong with getting a little mud on your boots."
"It's not the mud I need the worry about. Excuse me if getting lost in the woods and potentially getting mauled by a bear isn't exactly my idea of a good time." Honey defended himself, although his expression was amused rather than annoyed.
"There aren't any bears out this way," Emmett refuted, although his expression looked regretful for a moment, as if a lack of dangerous predators was something to be disappointed over. So weird.
That reminded Honey of his earlier distress, however. "Yeah? Then what do you think killed those girls a few towns over? It sure as hell wasn't a deer."
Emmett's expression flickered briefly before going blank, not giving Honey enough time to identify the emotion on his face. "Uh, probably coyotes or something. They're pretty common around here."
"See? That's even worse than bears!" Honey pointed out, deciding to let the topic of the girls go for now. He knew that whatever tore them apart wasn't a mere animal, but he could sense that the topic made Emmett uncomfortable. Maybe he'd known them somehow? Unlikely, but not impossible. "I'm fine with sticking to civilization, thanks."
"You could always go on a hike with me, I'd keep you safe from any big bad predators." His face split out in a flirty and cocky grin that Honey found strangely endearing. He pulled out another sheet of loose leaf, nudging the first one out of the way until it was mostly sitting on Honey's desk. He wasn't particularly bothered by that, so he decided to let it stay.
"Oh, I don't doubt that," Honey assured him, letting his eyes flicker over the boy's form in playful appreciation. It wasn't a lie, anyway. Emmett was nearly a foot taller and twice as wide as him, he was sure the boy would have no trouble fending off a pack of coyotes, if it came to that. "Still, I'd hate to risk your pretty face. It's all you've got going for you."
"You wound me," Emmett said, placing a hand over his heart dramatically and throwing his head back. Honey took the moment to appreciate the way his shirt pulled across his chest, outlining the sculpted muscles of his torso. "How will I ever recover?"
"I'm sure you'll find a way to carry on," Honey rolled his eyes, although he had to bite his lip gently to keep from laughing aloud. He couldn't help it; the boy was charming. A little meaningless flirting couldn't hurt anything, surely.
Before Emmett could come up with a response, a shadow fell over their desks, Honey looked up, stomach going cold and hard when he saw Mr. Guinness standing over them.
"How are you coming along?" The man asked, giving them both a gently chiding expression. Clearly they hadn't been as discreet as Honey hoped. Looking around briefly, he was relieved that none of the students seemed to be paying them any mind. Honey opened his mouth to mutter some excuse, keenly aware of his answer-less paper, but Emmett beat him to it.
"We're doing great, sir," He answered, flashing Mr. Guinness a perfectly polite and respectful smile. "Honey is done, and I'll be finished in a moment too."
Confused, Honey looked down. Sure enough, the sheet that Emmett had nudged toward him had the name 'Honey Hart' scrawled across the top in a passable approximation of his handwriting. He quickly wiped any signs of surprise off his face, looking up at the teacher and giving a quick nod of confirmation.
"Sorry if we were being disruptive, we'll try to keep it down," Honey said, trying to imitate Emmett's innocent expression. He doubted it was quite as believable, but Mr. Guinness seemed to buy it. The man gave a quick nod before moving on.
As soon as Mr. Guinness was occupied with another student across the classroom, Honey turned to Emmett with raised eyebrows. "How did you do that?"
"Do what?" Emmett asked with another expression of innocence. This wasn't nearly as believable as the last.
'Don't bullshit me," Honey shoved at Emmett's shoulder, unsurprised when the boy didn't so much as sway. "Although I guess the better question would be why did you do that?"
Emmett shrugged, finishing up the last of the work on his paper before gently setting his pencil down. "I noticed you were struggling yesterday, and figured it wasn't fair of the teachers to throw you headfirst into the topic without any prior knowledge. So this is me buying you time to catch up with the class."
Honey narrowed his eyes in suspicion. As fun as flirting with Emmett was, this was a bit too much for him. He didn't trust the boy's motives, too used to people using underhanded motive to get at him. No one did anything out of the kindness of their heart, so clearly he was angling for something. Whether is was to humiliate him, get into his pants, or some combination of the two, Honey had no clue.
"Try the again, with less bullshit this time," Honey's voice was steely, all hints of his early playfulness completely dried up. Emmett raises his hands palms out, shaking his head.
"I'm not bullshitting you. Admittedly, there is a selfish element to it. I like talking to you, and it's not like this stuff is hard for me."
Honey paused, raising an eyebrow. "So you're telling me that you copied out your work for me so we could chat?"
Emmett nodded, expression so sincere that Honey couldn't bring himself to hold on to his suspicion. It was probably stupid, but Honey decided to take him at his word, just this once. Hopefully it wouldn't end up blowing up in his face, although that outcome would hardly be surprising. Turning to face to boy more fully, he restarted the conversation.
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Alright, so kind of short, but I wanted to dedicate a whole chapter just to Emmett and Honey chatting. I'm not entirely happy with it, but you've all waited long enough. Tell me what you think! Yell at me for taking forever! Whatever you want, just give me those sweet, sweet reviews. Until next time!