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Edward Cullen/owes Emmett a drink
If he weren't an athlete, Emmett would be winded with the amount of time he spends going back and forth between our rooms.
"Tell her I like her eyes."
"Tell him his eyes are incredible."
"Tell her I like her voice."
"Let him know his voice isn't that bad either."
"Ask her if she has a boyfriend."
"Inform him that I do not, and I'm going to guess he isn't dating anyone after the tantrum over Mary Palmer." She giggles.
I get defensive.
"Tell her I'm single as fuck, and I don't know anyone named Mary Palmer."
Emmett chuckles and explains the term.
"Oh. Yeah. Just yeah."
He disappears and relays the message while I feel like a fucking idiot.
"How old is he?"
"Twenty-two ... wait, how old are you?" Emmett asks.
"I'm twenty-four."
Emmett bursts into my room.
"Older woman ... hot." He wags his eyebrows.
My best friend, ladies and gentlemen.