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Chapter 4: Never Have I Ever
BPOV
The rest of the week flew by pretty fast; and I got my baby back Wednesday, my 1967 Shelby Mustang GT500, a classic in my books. After that we'd gone to the grocery store and Jasper ran through the store like a small child and put all the things he wanted into the cart, most of it was junk food.
Oh and Emmett finally cracked and asked what was wrong with me; I told him he'd find out soon and he left it alone like I knew he would. Em was a lot of things but he wasn't one to push or pry.
Then, like Rosalie predicted, I got asked to the dance quite a bit. Fortunately I had an excuse to say no. Like always when a dance popped up at Forks High Rosalie, Emmett, Jasper, and I would do something together; whether we all go to the dance together or go hangout in some city. If it was an important dance like Homecoming or Prom we would go.
I always felt pretty bad about it though because Rosalie and Emmett had never technically gone to a dance together. They always did a group thing with Jasper and me; they didn't want to leave us hanging. It would have been a little weird for Jasper and me to go to the dance so we would have stayed home.
Rosalie said it was fine, since it was an excuse to get away from Emmett's horrible dancing. Emmett was about as good at dancing as I was, he would always be stepping on people's feet, so when we danced together he would hold me several inches about the ground, with Rose he said it would be weird doing that. Jasper liked dancing with Rosalie so they could get better and he could in his words, "Learn how to properly woo a woman." I always laughed and said it doesn't matter how well you dance if no girl can stand you.
Anyway, we'd decided that that day we'd go to Rainy Days and then after that we'd drive to Seattle, rent a cheap motel room and just hang out there, away from everything in Forks. This was actually a pretty normal plan for us as weird as it might sound to some people but we had our traditions just like everybody else. I mean it's not like we had a orgy or anything we'd just rent a couple movies and chill.
"Bella, Bella are you even listening to me?" Ugh, back to the present.
I looked off the road for a second and looked back at Rosalie. "Of course I was." Then I turned back to the road before she read me like a map.
"What was I just talking about?"
Oh shit, "Um tonight?"
She snorted, "I knew it! Bella I was talking about tomorrow."
"Hey I was only one day off." She tried to hide her smile by rolling her eyes. "So what were you saying?"
"I'll tell you later."
"Okay." I nodded.
A couple minutes later she let out a groan showing me her displeasure. I saw her glaring at the trees as though willing them to fly by faster. While Rose loved my car she could not stand my driving.
"Relax Rosalie," I chuckled, "you're the one who told me to wait on you." Rose had drove Emmett to school today like I had driven Jasper, and after school Rosalie had to stay late for something. She let Emmett take her baby so they could go ahead and told me to wait on her and drive her back. It was especially weird that she let Em take her most prized possession, she loved her white BMW M3 with a fiery passion; it was definitely unhealthy.
I remember when she got it, she'd really wanted a red one but Emmett already had his jeep and she didn't want to be one of those sickeningly cute couples; the kind that call each other every night and color coordinate their outfits for the next day. Needless to say she got a white one instead. At first she didn't want the white one even though it looked really good, but she didn't want the dirt to show up, which is why mine is black, but then she decided Forks would wash it for her and she could just use it as an excuse to take it to a car wash more often.
"I can't help it," she grumbled. "You drive so God damn slow."
I chuckled, "Look we're almost here."
Her house was just a bit smaller than the white house but on the opposite side of Forks, closer to the rest of us. It was really pretty, tan, some brick, and a green roof. There was a three car garage, one for her, her father, and her mother. The only thing I hated about it was there was no grass around the house, there was in some of the forest surrounding it, but they didn't let any grow. It'd be a cool thing like in Texas or something but here...when it rained, not pleasant.
Rose's car wasn't outside so I figured Emmett had put it in the garage just where she likes it; and judging by her grin it just got him points.
We ran inside just as it started pouring. Quickly I took off my jacket and hung it on the coat rack, and then I put my shoes on the rug they had laid out for guest's shoes. Rosalie finished wiping off her heels and then took them off.
The guys, I noticed, were lazily sprawled out across the couch watching Frasier. Rose hurried towards them while I took my time, socks and newly waxed floors don't work well with me.
"Guys," she groaned in an annoyed and amused tone. "Hurry up; Bella and I are going to change, go ahead and start getting ready." The guys nodded and turned off the TV before leaving for the kitchen.
"I love your shirt Jazz," I called.
He grinned, "The weirdest girl got it for me." I stuck my tongue out. I had gotten him the shirt a year or so ago; it said 'Bodyguard for my baby sister'.
Rosalie led me up the stairs trying to make sure I didn't slide on down. Her mother even waxed the stairs! I mean what the fuck, who does that?! Finally we made it upstairs, Rose had the whole right side of the floor up here, well except the guest room.
We hurried into her room. Ah carpet; you can't slip on carpet. I absolutely loved her room! Every time I saw it I got the urge to try and steal it. She had a white bed with a black headboard and red and gold curtains. There was a couch at the end of her bed and a round glass table with a pot of red flowers in it. There were black nightstands and a floor length mirror. Plus the cream walls and patterned carpet helped accentuate the room. There was an oval window right above the bed and two lamps which were the only light in the room besides the door that lead to her patio, but that was covered by thick black curtains. It was just so Rosalie, beautiful, elegant, and sophisticated.
"Okay here change." Rose tossed me some clothes out of her dresser before she grabbed some herself and went into her bathroom. I threw off my clothes and put on the shorts and shirt she handed me. Then I put my hair into a ponytail and folded my clothes and placed them on the corner of Rose's bed.
I put my seldom used phone and keys on one of the nightstands and then Rose came trooping out with her make-up washed off and her hair in a messy bun. She gave me a nervous smile, "You look great!" I assured her.
Then she put on some socks and we ran down the stairs, of course I fell right into Rosalie's back and she barely had time to catch us before we tumbled to our death. Finally we made it to the first floor alive.
"Geesh Jasper what's with all the food?"
"It's the rules," he said confused as to why I wouldn't remember.
"No I know that, but we have more than usual." We always eat before we play so it can help absorb some of the alcohol See, we are responsible.
"Ah well we need to take any extra precautions today. By the way," he added quickly, "I already called dad and told him not to expect us back tonight. He said fine and I told him to be home at five tomorrow so we could take him to dinner, it took some persuading but he finally agreed."
I nodded, "Good."
"Okay Bella come with me while the guys finish with the food."
"Where are we going?" I asked as I followed her toward the staircase again.
"To get the booze." She laughed as she opened the door under the stairs. Everything down here was cemented; the walls, the floor, the ceiling, even the stairs; it was like a cave. We called it the bat cave.
She went down first so if I slipped she could hopefully catch us both. Once at the bottom she turned right, toward the liquor; if you went left you'd find the wine or if you went straight you'd find the beer.
Rose clicked her tongue as she looked at all the alcohol.
"Please not tequila," I said as I saw her reach for it. "That worm grosses me out!"
"Bella–"
"No but Bella's." I said sternly.
"Bells we all know how much you have an....aversion to this, but look we're totally responsible about the whole thing and it's rare when we do this. It's not like we get totally wasted every other night and then start humping trees, mooning the innocent passer-bys, pissing on the neighbor's lawns, or stealing gnomes and flamingos. We take all the precautions necessary. Just think of it as building your resistance so that when it is legal you won't get drunk and taken advantage of." She grinned, proud of her little speech.
"I know," I chuckled, "I was just thinking about that disgusting worm. I really can't stand the thought of a worm floating around in there."
"Sure sure," She chuckled, not sure whether to believe me or not, "But you know the worm is in mezcal and it's actually a larva. The Mexican standards authority prohibits adding insects to tequila." She paused, "Okay so if not tequila how about gin or scotch?" She pulled down two bottles that kept clinking together.
"Scotch." She nodded and put away the other bottle. "But you know we can't be the least hung over tomorrow cause Charlie will be able to tell."
"Damn it." She groaned and looked with disgust across the room. "We can't do wine or beer shots that's no fun."
"We could do limits."
"Oh yeah that'd be fun 'sorry guys we have to stop playing now I've filled my quota,'" she said sarcastically.
I chuckled, "We'll start taking shots of something non-alcoholic or something like that." She frowned, "Hey you wanna get caught so we can never do this again?"
She grumbled a little but then smiled, "Okay we all need to be sober for your storytelling anyway." It was my turn to frown as I followed her back up.
The guys had all the food laid out on the coffee table. There was a cheese pizza, rolls, salty chips, popcorn, peanut butter, crackers, and some other things.
"Yum," I sang as I collapsed on the floor.
"Oh wait here," Rose then hurried into the kitchen. She came out carrying two soda bottles. We all groaned.
"No please not the Jones Soda Holiday Pack!" Emmett whimpered.
"Aw I'm sorry baby." She said not sounding sorry at all. "Since we need to limit the alcohol intake I figured we needed something disgusting to use as shots later." Rosalie's parents had taken to collecting all the holiday sodas made by Jones Soda Company. They were very....unique flavors. "Today we're going to try Christmas tree and smoked salmon pate." Ew, I internally gagged, that sounded horrible.
"Okay," Jasper began after we'd eaten, "we each get these four shots and that's it after that we do the soda." Then we each filled the shot glasses in front of us.
"I'll start." Rose offered. "Never have I ever streaked." Emmett smiled, a little proud of himself it seemed and downed a shot. I turned and raised my eyebrow at Jasper.
"What?!" he growled. "I was six!"
"But you remember it so drink up."
"Oh I didn't know about that, share!" Emmett laughed.
"Okay so when Jazz and I were six we were having a play date with Eric Yorkie, and I was awkwardly sitting at the window looking out. Jasper and Eric were just standing there staring at each other. So randomly Jasper says he needs to go to the bathroom. So he leaves and I continue looking out the window willing him to hurry because it was getting really weird. Finally I see him....streaking past the window. After his second lap around the neighborhood I figured I should get Charlie.
"So I walk down the hall to find him, little confused Eric following me. As I walk down the hallway I find all Jasper's clothes making a trail to the door. It takes dad thirty minutes to corner Jasper, he was a fast child, cover him with the blanket and drag him inside." The sat in awed silence, "Ms. Wilflour has never looked at him the same way again." Jasper shuddered.
"Hey isn't that the lady across the street from you?" Rose laughed.
"Oh yeah, she stares at Jasper now, like she's fascinated!" I said. Emmett started laughing so hard I thought he couldn't breathe.
"Don't laugh that kinda shit is scary!" Jazz whined. "I'm scarred."
"Me too! You ever think what seeing your pale nakedness did to my poor innocent mind? I still think I need therapy!"
"Hey Jazzy we need to do some streaking together!" Emmett exclaimed. Jasper frowned slightly. It looked like he was both tempted and disgusted. On the one hand he'd get to streak again and on the other he'd be running naked next to Emmett.
"Can we just move on?!" Jasper shouted.
"Is that a no?" Emmett whimpered. Jasper mumbled saying he'd think about it, and Emmett grinned.
"Okay," I started since it was my turn, "Never have I ever lied about my birthday at a restaurant to get a free dessert." They all sighed and downed one.
"We're gonna have to make you do that one day." Rose mumbled.
"Never have I ever been scared of a bug." Emmett grinned.
With a sigh Rose and I chugged a shot. The alcohol burned my throat as it went down, but it's not like it was my first drink.
"Never have I ever broken a bone." Jasper smirked pointedly at me. Em and I picked up some scotch.
"My turn again," Rose paused, "never have I ever peed in a public pool since I was ten." Jasper chugged it down unashamed, as I gagged silently, I was most likely in the pool at the time.
I sighed, "Never have I ever gone a week without showering." I grinned. Both Jasper and Emmett took a shot then swore loudly.
"I'm out," they pouted. Rose laughed loudly.
"I think we should get four more with half booze half of that disgusting shit." Jasper said with a disdained look at the Jones Soda. Rosalie bit her lip and finally shrugged. The guys each filled their glasses with half scotch and topped two of the glasses with Christmas tree and the other two with salmon pate. I frowned as I smelt it.
"Okay," Emmett began, "never have I ever rolled over and introduced myself."
There was silence for a minute and then, "Emmett you big idiot, none of us have had a one night stand!"
"I was just checking!"
"That's not something we would not tell each other!" She rolled her eyes. "Well you have to drink now." He sighed and grabbed a Christmas tree and scotch shot. His eyes dilated and then he snapped back and gagged.
"God that is so disgusting!" he moaned. "UH IT TASTES LIKE DEATH."
Jasper chuckled, "Never have I ever been so drunk I peed in someone else's bed."
Emmett glared, "It wasn't my fault."
"It was my parent's bed!" Rose screeched.
He sighed feeling defeat and chugged a salmon pate. Then he shuddered violently, "That tastes like stale bloody vomit from a dead person. No I take that back from a dead dog." He gagged some more before grabbing the water bottle and gulping some from it. "But seriously guys stop picking on me," he whined.
Rosalie smiled, "Sorry baby. Never have I ever....smoked a cigarette."
Em, Jazz, and I shared a secretive look before we all downed a shot.
"Never have I ever tanned naked." I said. Rose downed a shot.
"Never have I ever said 'shaken, not stirred.'" Emmett smirked.
"Um yeah you have." Jasper interrupted.
"Have I?"
"Yes."
"Oh....well what now?"
"The statement is forfeit, you have to drink." Jasper said.
"Well damn." He drank quickly, then he seemed to realized that he was out of shots and had to take just the sickening soda. With a sigh he filled them up.
"Never have I ever had sex." Jasper said smiling.
"And that makes you happy?" Rose interrupted.
I started twirling a glass nervously.
"Well?" Jasper demanded at Rose.
"Well what?"
"Drink up." Jasper said.
"I wasn't kidding earlier when I said we would tell each other that kinda thing."
"You sure?"
"WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO IMPLY SOMETHING?!" Rose shrieked.
"OF COURSE NOT!" While Rose and Jasper argued Emmett tried to break it up.
I felt like I was about to start sweating a waterfall as I played with the glass, waiting.
"I DON'T JUST LOOK AT EMMETT AND DROP MY PANTS!"
"I DIDN'T SAY YOU DO!"
They were all standing by now and I was getting nervously watching them. Emmett's head was flying back and forth between them with a frown on his face, probably because this was hurting his ego.
As quick as I could without spilling it all over me, I chugged down the scotch. I quietly set down the glass.
"WHY YOU LITTLE–" Oh no, they stopped. I slowly looked up and it felt like my heart had stopped beating. Emmett had stopped in the middle of looking between Jasper and Rose. Rosalie had whipped her head around so fast her hair hit Jazz's face. Jasper was slowly turning his head towards me, Rosalie's hair caught in his open mouth from where his jaw had dropped.
AN: I feel like I have to say something along the lines of drink responsibly.....so yeah....
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