This chapter has a small change that will be a big part of the story so please re-read.
Chapter 2
I got the leave work early this evening, the plus side to attracting the wrong kind of attention from your boss I guess. Royce king the second was the chief of king publishing which was founded by his father Royce King the first. Who in the right mind names their only son after them you ask me, I have no idea.
I was an editor at King publishing and had been for about a year now, I was happy with my job and most of the people I worked with. The only drawback was the sleaze that I worked for. But hey what are you going do no one's life is prefect and I do have a pretty fucking fantastic one.
I pulled up in to a large drive way, one that I knew would lead to a large house because that is where my best friend had lived all of his life. Okay now I know what you are thinking his? Yes my best friend is a guy, but no it isn't like that with him we have a whole group of crazy wonderful best friends.
I turn the key of my monstrosity of a truck, turning it off, open the car door and jump to the ground slamming the door and walking around to the other side of the truck were in the passenger seat I have tones of booze because today is a special day, we survived the week, My Brother had contacted me from base yesterday and had told me that he had decide not to re-enlist he was going to be home in about two months for good this time. So there was great reason to celebrate and get smashingly drunk with the five best friends in the world. I grab my two bags of booze and slam the passenger door shut and turn to see Edward leaning against the door frame of Jaspers front door.
"Your home early" he says in a surprised tone. His eyes drift to the bags in my hands and his mouth forms a lazy smile.
"And you brought presents" He puts his hand out for one of the bags.
"Of course" I say "it is Friday, is it not?" I hand the heavier of the bags over to him.
He chuckles, shuts the door behind me and turns leading the way into the house.
I haven't told anyone about what Garrett has decided it is still a while off and we were most likely going to get our drink on any way.
As we make our way in to the kitchen I see that everyone is here Edward and I put the bags filled with the wonderful liquid that is alcohol and slide in to the free seats at the breakfast bar.
Alice lets out a high pitched squeal of delight at the site of her favourite alcohol bourbon which she had been searching for as soon as the bottom of the bags had found the counter top.
"Really Alice?" She's such a hyper little thing 4"11 of pure energy. She has inky black hair that is cut short enough that it sticks out every which way. Her grey eyes focus in on me with a look of gratitude and the she twirls away in search of a glass, bourbon in hand
"Yes really" she says in a sing along voice "We've been out of bourbon for a while" she says this in a completely serious voice while bouncing on her toes and pouring straight bourbon into a glass, God how I love my pixie like best friend. I can still remember the first time we meet. I was sitting in the bed of my truck with Rosalie waiting for the first day of school to begin when a tiny girl bounced towards us, dragging a reluctant, lanky copper haired boy by the hand behind her. She bounded towards us, announced very confidently we'd all be "the very best of friends," and that was the end of that.
The lanky copper haired boy was Edward he's the shortest guy in our group, despite the fact he's 6"2 only a little taller than he was in high school, which makes the fact that Alice was able to drag him all that much more an amazing feat. He's the prettiest man I've ever seen, with messy bronze hair and emerald-green eyes and a velvet voice to boot. He's a complete man whore who is very much bi but is surprisingly the most responsible of the group and is usually the voice of reason when Emmett convinces us to do something stupid. Like cliff-diving in La Push after a bottle of whisky that we stole from jaspers parents liquor cabinet.
Speaking of the crazy lug that is scoffing his face with a huge sandwich right at this moment, Emmet has light Green eyes and short wavy brown hair; he's built like a wall, 6"6 and made of pure muscle. He's intimidating as fuck, until he opens his mouth and you realize that he's just an oversized teddy bear. He's the sweetest, nicest guy you'll ever meet until you fuck with someone he loves. I've known Emmet my entire life since our dads are lifelong friends. Charlie Swan and Matt McCartney partners in crime have worked together on the police force for over 25 years.
Rosalie is sitting on top of the breakfast bar watching Emmet stuff his face with a disgusted look on her face. It would be so easy to hate her. But she's my sister since the sandpit. When she and Jasper moved in down the street into this very house. Long blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes and the figure of a model, the girl has the poise and grace of a ballerina. That is until she opens her mouth. My girl swears like a sailor, thanks to growing up with Emmett and Jasper. Rosalie and I have both had a thing with Emmet on occasion but none of us would ever let anything get between us so we always tell each other everything and if either one of us ever get deeper feelings towards him we would tell the other to back off.
Emmett and I met the Whitlock twins when I was 3, and Emmett was 4 and they moved into the house down the street from us since Emmet lived right next door to me. Out of everyone, I'm probably closest to Jasper and since they move here, I haven't gone more than a week without seeing him. His hair is a wavy mess of honey blonde exactly the same shade as Rosalie's, his eyes the same deep blue. While Edward's hair was an unruly mess, which Alice had long ago given up trying to tame, Jasper's was just stubborn. No matter how much styling or product Alice subjected him to, an hour later it would be wavy again, falling into his eyes. Despite living in Washington for the majority of his life, but he still had a Texan drawl. Rose's accent faded over the years, only re-emerging when she'd been drinking. I think Jasper was just stubborn about it, refusing to let his accent fade in spite of the teasing he suffered in elementary school.
Garrett is my older brother, only a year older the same age as Emmet they could pass for brothers considering how similar their build is. Garrett was 6''5 one foot shorted than Emmet but he was more intimidating because he doesn't have adorable dimples when he smiles like Emmet dose. He joined the army was soon as he finished high school because he wanted to become a pilot and that was to best option money wise. He joined at 18 and has now been in the army for 6 years. We have all missed him terribly while he was gone, and were our happiest when he was on leave and came to visit. He was a part of our tight knit group.
Jasper finished unpacking the bags of alcohol and then picked up the whisky grabbed two glasses filled them then handed one to me and kept the other for himself.
"Hey what about me and Rosie" Emmet grumbled
'Rose don't like Whisky and your stuffing your face so I figured you were good" Jasper drawled. Coming around the counter to give me a one-armed hug and then taking the seat next to me.
Rose jumped of the counter and got the orange juice out of the fridge ,poured some vodka into two glasses and then filling the with the orange juice. Handing one to Emmet she says "here you go sweets"
We sit around the kitchen drinking our drinks and pouring more slowly getting intoxicated, chatting about our day and what not. Life is great.
Sorry About the Change.
