A/N: Sorry for the long delay on this one… I had a hectic week. I graduated! Yeah!! So there were practices to attend, gowns to adjust, and all that. I laughed when they told us that we had to practice sitting and standing (How hard could it be?!) But apparently, it's much, MUCH harder than it looks. I'll never laugh about that again. LOL. Anyway, By the end of the weekend, I plan on having a new story up. It's going to be kind of …controversial, for lack of a better word, so if you are going to read it, have open minds! But please do! I got all bummed out about leaving b/c of graduation, so I need some cheering up! And we all know NOTHING does that better than reviews! ;)
Written in BPOV
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. Stephenie Meyer does, as she does all associated characters. Not that I wouldn't mind owning Edward… Oh what fun! Hehe…
A Taste of His Own Medicine
A Little Prologue:
I could still hear Emmett's laughter ringing in my ears as I stormed up the stairs, rounding the second story on my way to Edward's room. In my anger I spun around the corner onto the slick wooden floors, and immediately felt my feet go out from under me, causing me to fall flat on my face. Again.
Emmett's laughter just grew louder as I grudgingly picked myself up, trying to ignore the heat that had flooded to my face. I could already feel angry tears start to sting my cheeks, and that made me even more upset. I hated Emmett right then. I really, really hated him.
I made it to the end of the third story hallway and threw open the door, and then closed it behind me with a final thud. But even the thick wooden doors couldn't drown out his stupid laugh. I gritted my teeth and dug through my bag, trying to find a new pair of clothes. The ones I was currently wearing smelled like lemon and air freshener and new cars. And even though I hadn't bought a new car, I still smelled like I had brought one home. And that wasn't exactly what I wanted to smell right now.
I walked over to Edward's bathroom, and went in to change. I shut the door much quieter this time, and could already feel my anger fading as I undressed, the heat leaving my cheeks just as quickly as it had come.
Suddenly I heard a knock on Edward's door, and I quickly poked my head out from behind the bathroom door. "One second!" I called out, scrambling to get some clothes back on.
"It's just me," Emmett chortled, and when I stuck my head out I could see him swagger into the room, his mouth pressed into a firm line. He looked like he was having difficulty trying not to laugh.
His voice stopped me dead in my tracks, and when I spoke the ice had already found its way back into my voice. So maybe I was still a little mad at him.
"Go away, Emmett." I didn't even bother to open the door. I knew he could hear me perfectly fine from where he was standing.
There was silence. I counted to 60 in my head and still nothing. I opened the door a crack, and peeked out. Emmett just stood there, looking at me expectantly.
I returned his expectant gaze with my eyebrows raised, waiting for him to leave. But he just shook his head with an amused smile; my anger just seemed to bounce off his boisterous attitude, which irritated me even more. How did he manage to always win?
He laughed at my expression, rolling his eyes. "Edward will be home soon," he informed me, cocking his head towards the door. "And we have the rehearsal dinner tonight. I'm driving." I just stared at him, my jaw locked firmly in place. He wasn't getting off the hook that easily.
"Fine," I said coolly, turning back into the bathroom. I closed the door, and waited for him to leave. I started to count to sixty again, and this time I heard quiet footsteps leave into the hall.
Revenge Is Sweet
I grimaced, and followed behind Edward into the restaurant. The doors to the dining area were pushed open, and I could see at least 30 or more people eating and chatting, all dressed as though they were going to a formal presidential dinner. I smiled wryly to myself. I guess this didn't happen very often in Forks.
"Congratulations, honey!" Charlie grinned, wrapping both his arms around me in a tight hug. I smiled, but I had to pull away for air.
"Thanks, dad," I answered with a slight gasp. I was surprised at how well he had taken this; even when we had first told him he had been very calm. I hugged him back harder, glad for at least one parent's support.
Edward smiled, and came up behind me to shake Charlie's hand. "Chief Swan…" He said politely, his manners impeccable as always. I smiled at them both for a second before snaking around Edward into the mass of chairs and tables. I had to find Emmett. Because, I didn't care what he said. This was not over.
I walked purposely over to the back of a man with brown, curly hair and reached up to tap him on the shoulder.
But cool fingers caught mine and pulled my hand back down to my waist, keeping my arms at my sides in a strong lock. I scowled.
A low, honey voice chuckled lightly in my ear. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," Edward warned, a crooked smile dancing across his face.
"Oh?" I asked, turning around. He released my hands and I put them on my hips, trying to look as stern as possible. But even in my 3-inch heels I was only 5'7", and he still towered over me. I couldn't help but frown.
Edward laughed loudly, and pulled me close to him, lifting me up slightly so I could reach his lips. When he pulled away he leaned towards my ear.
"That's not Emmett," he said, still laughing.
My eyes flew open in surprise, and I turned my head to see the man behind me. Edward was right; this man was a little shorter, and much thinner. He was slightly stooped, and his black suit looked slightly odd adorned with a bow tie instead of a tie.
My mouth dropped open as I realized he was our minister. "Oh my god," I whispered, my hand flying to cover my mouth. My cheeks turned a bright shade of crimson, and I stepped back.
"Bella," he said jokingly, a false condescending note in his voice, "Maybe we should wait until after the wedding to start harassing the minister?"
My cheeks turned a deeper red and I silently nodded, backing up. "Thanks," I whispered.
"Anytime," he breathed, his sweet breath hitting my face. I smiled up at him, and grabbed his hand in mine.
"Where are our seats?" I wondered, aloud.
Edward frowned, and his eyes carefully swept the room. "Alice said we were in the center," he began thoughtfully, towing me through the dance floor in the middle of the room. He weaved agilely around our guests, leaving me to try to avoid stepping on any toes. Several women threw me annoyed stares as I accidentally stepped between them and their husbands.
"Sorry," I yelped, trying to regain my balance after tripping over someone's shoe. My face became flushed again, and I could see the corner of Edward's mouth twitch as he tried to hide a smile. He seemed happier tonight than I had ever seen him before.
He finally stopped at a table where the entire Cullen family, as well as Renee, Charlie, and Phil, were seated. I sat down next to Edward, wondering who would be in the empty seat next to me.
Esme was chatting happily with Renee and Phil, and Charlie was deep in conversation with Carlisle. I guessed it was probably over something concerning sports, due to the way Charlie's hands were vividly mimicking a throw. I restrained a laugh and chuckled lowly to myself, still scanning the room for Emmett.
I gave up after a moment, and instead decided to try to enjoy the dessert the waiter had just brought out. It was a slice of the three-tiered chocolate cake Alice had picked out for us, with chocolate frosting and fudge drizzled over. If I had actually been able to make it to the caterer's instead of being stuck in the pouring rain I probably would have picked out the same thing. I had to give Alice credit- for someone who supposedly detested human food she had excellent taste.
I picked at my cake hungrily, twirling the icing around on my fork. I looked up to see Edward looking at me intently. "What," I smiled mockingly, "No cake for you?" he gave me a hard look before rolling his eyes.
"I'm full, thanks," He said loudly. I'm sure it was in case Renee or Phil could hear us.
I snorted, and spoke in a lower tone. "Too much Mountain Lion?' I teased, twirling my fork in his direction. Edward laughed. "Probably," he agreed.
I scanned around the room again, and this time I spotted Emmett. He was talking loudly to the minister while Rosalie stood behind him, a bored expression plastered across her face.
I immediately pushed out my chair and stood up, my empty plate in hand. "Excuse me," I said to Edward, who glanced back and forth between Emmett and I, shaking his head.
His angel's face was set on me with a disapproving frown. "I thought you had a truce," he sighed. But I shook my head wickedly and walked towards Emmett, a devious grin on my face.
On my way I passed a waiter, and asked if I could have another serving of the cake. I would have to remember to thank Alice again later for this…
"Emmett!" I called, walking casually over. Both he and the minister turned towards me, and Rosalie stepped backwards, her cold eyes accusing. Soon after she quietly walked away, never saying a word. I decided to ignore her. I needed to focus on what I had planned for Emmett.
"Reverend Rubrinsky," I smiled, "It's so wonderful to see you." I shook his hand, a look worthy of an angel plastered across my face. I could see Emmett watching me suspiciously out of the corner of his eye.
"You too, Bella," He smiled back in my direction. "Everything is lovely. Especially the food," He chuckled, holding up his empty plate.
I grinned back, my heart pounding. "I thought so too," I added, "Alice did a wonderful job." I turned to Emmett, and grinned at him. He stared back uncertainly.
"That's why I brought you some, Emmett," I smiled sweetly in his direction, "I know how much you love chocolate cake." Emmett stared down at me, a look of repulsion in his eyes as he backed away.
I handed him the plate of food as he started to open his mouth. "And I saw you didn't get to eat any dinner," I added quickly, narrowing my eyes. Emmett's mouth snapped shut, and I could practically see the excuse fly from his head. I had to bite the inside of my lip to keep from laughing.
He took the plate wordlessly, and I smiled innocently up at him. A few seconds ticked by, and I put on the saddest face I could.
"Y…y…you don't like it?" I whimpered, a look of utter devastation washing over my face.
The priest, alarmed at my tone, looked down at me with worried eyes before giving Emmett a hard glare. As soon as he looked away I smiled again, looking earnestly up at Emmett.
Emmett looked back and forth from the priest, to me, and back to the priest. I knew Emmett had been threatened by Alice to be on his best behavior, and angering a man of God probably wasn't going to go over well with her.
"Of course I do," he muttered, taking a bite with his fork. He started chewing, and I could tell he was trying very hard to keep a look of utter disgust off of his face. "It's delicious." He said with a mouthful of chocolate, giving me a thumbs-up sign. I smiled happily up at him as he took another mouthful.
Another man came up to the priest and tapped him on the shoulder. "Reverend, may I speak with you for a moment?" I think I vaguely recognized him as one of my uncles, but I couldn't be sure. He nodded in my direction before turning back to the priest. "It's about tomorrow's ceremony..." he trailed off, eyeing Emmett for the first time.
Emmett had stopped chewing and just stood still with a mouth full of chocolate, looking as though he had just kissed a werewolf. It was all I could do to not burst out in laughter. The man frowned at him and turned away, and I couldn't tell if he was repulsed or just worried.
The priest turned to us apologetically.
"If you'll excuse me for a moment," he began, gesturing towards the man. I nodded, but Emmett remained still.
As soon as he walked away Emmett strode over to the garbage can and spit out the remainder of the cake. I broke out into laughter, making several of the people at the nearby tables stare.
"That… was… disgusting!" he growled, looking up at me furiously. He still had bits of chocolate smeared across his face, and I could feel tears of laughter start to run down my cheeks.
"No," I chuckled, handing him a napkin and turning back towards our table, "That was revenge." I took my seat next to Edward, who was snickering, and stared at Emmett with an innocent face.
Emmett glared at me for another minute before heading off in the direction of the bathrooms. I laughed, and turned back to Edward, who has still laughing at Emmett's retreating figure.
"Now," I muttered, "We have a truce."