(Edward's POV)
"Then, after I defeated th evil wizard, the princess wanted to sex me. But I was like, 'Hellz no!' because I knew that Rosalie wouldn't have liked it," Emmett finished off telling us about his crazy dream, then stuffed a spoon of mashed potatoes into his mouth.
"Aww!!" Rosalie crooned, hugging him. He swallowed his food then turned to her, smiling.
"You're the only one for me, babe." Emmett kissed her with everyone at the table watching. Please, that was enough of the lovefest. I was about to lose myself in my turkey sandwaich, until Alice piped in with her little bird voice.
"That's Isabella Swan, the new girl." She reported, signaling for me to look over my shoulder. I turned my head and scanned the cafeteria for the girl. She had just sat down at a table with Mike Newton, the typical highschool jock, and Jessica Stanley, the gossip-girl chatterbox. Great, so she was with that crowd. What a shame.
"You mean Chief Swan's daughter?" Jasper asked, his question bringing me back to the table.
"Yup," Alice chirped, grinning at him. He smiled back. God, it was so obvious that they were into eachother, it was almost sickening. Just ask her out, Jazz! Come on!
I decided to avert my attention, glancing back at the new girl, Isabella. Her dad lived in the neighborhood next to ours. He was head of police. I believe his name was Charlie. Nice guy, but kind of quiet.
Jessica Stanley must have noticed my staring because she said something to Isabella, who turned to look at me. Ahh, I could see the resemblance now. She definitely got her forehead and cheekbones from her father, and her eyebrows curved the same way as his. She also had his dark hair, and it fell in loose waves to the middle of her back. Her nose was straight, and her lips looked a little disproportional, like the top one was too big for the bottom. And she had the biggest, most beautiful eyes I had ever seen. They were a dark chocolate brown and were absolutely gorgeous.
We made eyec ontact, and her face flushed a bright scarlet before turning back to her friends. I smiled, then turned back to mine as well. The rest of lunch seemed to fly by as always, and I was in my Biology 2 classroom. I had gotten there a little early, so I set myself down and prepared my book and pencil on my desk.
The room gradually filled, loud from post-lunch energy. The bell was just about to ring when in walked the new girl. She wandered to 's desk, and he pointed her to the only empty seat available; the one new to me. The previous student who sat there had been expelled, and I have had the table to myself ever since.
She gave me a timid smile as she sat down, then let her hair fall down to hide her face. She smelled good; subtle, like her shampoo or something. Kind of floral. I inhaled, taking it in.
"Hi, I'm Edward. Edward Masen," I introduced myself, breaking the ice. She looked over at me shyly.
"I'm Bella," she replied, her voice soft. I smiled. Then the teacher spoke up, interuppting my thoughts.
"Alright, class. Today we have a projct for you to do." He announced, beginning to pass out equipment. Oh, joy. It took the guy like fifteen minutes just to explain to us that we were identifying organisms with a microscope. He seriously needed to cut back on the jabbering.
"Ladies first, partner?" I asked Bella once everything was ready. I grinned, being friendly. She just stared. "Or I could start, if you wish."
"No, I'll go ahead," she suddenly snapped out of her trance, blushing. We zipped through the activity quickly, I being a biology whiz (not to brag) and bella having already done the assignment back at her old school. So we were left with plenty of time to talk. I could tell Bella was avoiding eye contact as she nervously busied herself with her fingernails and glancing around the room. I watched as her eyes caught the window, and she groaned.
"Ugh, rain." She complained to herself, sighing. I took the opportunity to start conversation.
"You don't like the rain?" I wondered. She grimaced up at me.
"Or the cold."
"Why did you come here, then?" I asked, truly curious. She shrugged.
"My mom got remarried. Her husband plays minor league baseball, so he moves around a lot. I knew I was just dragging them down." She finished, looking kind of glum.
"But no you're unhappy," I observed, "That hardly seems fair."
"Yeah, well life isn't fair," she concluded. I shut up then, feeling like I was getting on her nerves. I noticed Mike Newton in the back of the room, staring us down.
The silence was awkward. I ook a deep breath, taking in Bella's scent again. I could almost make out what it was.. . like lavendar, or freesia. I had a hard time not just sticking my nose in her long, wavy hair. The teacher called our attention to the board, showing us transparencies of what we had just identified with the microscope. I was a little disappointed that I could not talk to Bella more. She seemed very shy, and I had the urge to get inside her mind. I wanted her to open up to me.
The bell rang, and Mike appeared at Bella's side.
"Ready for gym?" he asked her, a little too enthusiastically. She grunted, obviously not looking forward to it. She gathered her things quickly, standing up.
"See you tomorrow, Bella." I called. She turned and smiled. Mike looked irritated. They left the room. I smiled to myself as I walked down the hallway. I would definitely have to get to know this one more.
(Emmett's POV)
I was lying on my back, my head pressed against the arm of the couch. Rosalie was sitting on top of me, strattling my waist. Her smooth hands explored the planes of my chest as I ran my mouth up and down her neck. Her long, blonde hair was everywhere; I tucked it back as I kissed the hollow beneath her ear. She quivered when I grabbed her shoulders, pulling her closer. I smiled in satisfaction, pressing me lips her hers forcefully. I felt Rose move her hips, trying to get comfortable.
"Woah!" she gasped, slipping off the sofa and falling to the floor. She pulled me down with her, and I tried to be careful as I landed. Rosalie's face grew red as I stared at her, and all of a sudden, she erupted into a fit of laughter. Her body shook beneath mine, and I could not help but join in. Her laughter was holding my splitting sides. We were actually ROTFLOL-ing. It took a while, but I finally picked myself up off the floor after cooling down and checked the clock.
"I'd better go, Rose. Your dad is going to be here any second," I said, grabbgin Rosalie's hand and pulling her to her feet.
"Aww," she whined, taking a fistful of my shirt and yanking my face down to kiss me. Her sweet lips lingered, almost making me lose my train of thought. Almost.
"I don't want to be caught. Your dad alrady doesn't like me, no need to make it worse."
"Alright," she agreed, knowing I was right. Her dad really wanted her to be with Royce King, the son of some family friends. He was handsom, rish, smart; everything a girl wants. But Mr. Hale did not know that Royce was also the biggest jerk at school, and was kind of a player. Plus, I was pretty sure that he was a pothead. Not that I haven't tried a few hits at parties myself, but Royce was a true-blue druggie.
Rosalie walked me out to my Jeep in the driveway. I scooped her into a tight embrace.
"Love you," I breathed into her ear. She shuddered at the tickly feeling.
"I love you more," she replied, pecking my lips. I got into the car, waving goodbye as I drove away. It was only like a 2-second ride to my house; seriously, she lived just down the street. I grabbed my bookbag and walked in the house, closing the door behind me.
"Mom, I'm home!" I called as I marched up the stairs. I dropped my bag by the banister at the top of the steps as I took a left, heading toward my bedroom.
"Oh, hey Emm." My mom greeted me from the closet as she hung one of my freshly cleaned shirts. "How was school?"
"Fine. I got a B+ on that math assignment," I reported, taking a seat on my bed. She turned to me and smiled.
"That's great! I'm proud of you, Emmett."
"Thanks," I said, "So what have you been up to?"
"This," she motioned toward the laundry basket sitting on my floor. It was filled to the brim with folded clothing. "Laundry, laundry, laundry. It never ends."
I chuckled; it was true. Esme picked up the basket and walked to the door. She could not even see over the massive mound of laundry.
"Don't forget to do your homwork, dear."
"Alright."
She left the room, closing the door with her foot. I sprawled myself out on the bed; I loved to take naps after school. The gentle breeze of the ceiling fan got me drowzy. I was just about asleep when I head a very loud, very startling crash. I jerked awake.
"Mom?"
No answer.
"Mom?!" I got up and wandered out of my room, a little freaked out. The faint sound of crying caught my attention, and I peered over the railing to the first floor. My mom was balled up at the foor of the staircase. Laundry was scattered everywhere, and my bookbag was laying on the floor. Weird, I thought I left it at the top… oh God. She must have tripped over it.
"Mom, are you alright?" I panicked as I raced down the stairs to her. There was blood. She looked up at me with tears in her eyes.
"Emmett, call 911. Now."
It did not take long for my to call up an ambulance, so after I hung up I dialed my dad's cellphone number.
"This is Doctor Carlisle Cullen," my dad's calm voice answered.
"Dad! We have an emergency. Mom's hurt. I just called 911, and an ambulance is on its way," I spoke quickly. The hand holding the phone was shaking.
"Is she concious?" I could hear the worry in his words.
"Yeah, but there's blood."
"Just do your best to take care of Esme right now," he ordered, going into doctor mode.
"Alright. See you at the hospital," I said, about to hang up.
"Emmett?" Carlisle was quiet, and I could tell he was trying to keep it together.
"Yes, Dad?"
"I love you," his voice cracked, and so did my heart.
" I love you too, Dad." I managed, and hung up.
Riding in an ambulance was pretty scary. I'm sure on a normal, happy day it tould be kind of fun, but when someone you love is being rushed to the hospital, not so much. The blaring siren started to give me a headache as we raced around hordes of traffic, and I began to grow impatient. Couldn't this guy drive any faster??
Carlisle was waiting when we arrived, and I went straight over and hugged him. I felt sort of like a child, being held in my father's arms, even if I was bigger than him. I had not even noticed I was crying until he offered me a tissue.
"Come on," he said, and he lead me to the waiting room.
(Jasper's POV)
pixiestick: hey, jazz! wazzup?
A smile grew on my face when Alice's IM popped onto my computer screen, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.
: nothing, really. Hbu?
pixiestick: just watching the boob-tube
: o yeah? Wat show?
pixiestick: ANTM
Okay, I had no idea what that stood for. I did not want to ask, either, and make myself look like an idiot.
pixiestick: ooh! they just showed a preview for the new harry potter. it looks sooo good!!
: that comes out this friday, doesn't it?
pixiestick: yup! you wanna go c it w/ me?
Of course I did! What kind of a question is that? My fingers could not move fast enough at I typed my response.
: sure! im paying, tho.
pixiestick: fine w/ me! im kind of broke rite now, ne ways
I laughed to myself. I knew Alice all-too well. She probably spent it all on clothes.
: ok, ill pick you up 7
pixiestick: cool :)
Just then Rosalie burst through my bedroom door, a look of panic on her face.
"Jazz, Emmett just called. Esme's in the hospital." Her voice sounded like she was on the brink of tears. "I need you to drive me there."
"Why can't you drive yourself?" I asked. She squirmed impatiently.
"Cause Mom took my license, okay?" Of course she would get herself grounded at a time like this. I sighed.
"Fine, I'll be there in a sec."
She nodded and rushed back out the door.
pixiestick: you still there, Jazz?
: yeah, sorry. Ive g2g. Emmett's mom is in the hospital and ive gotta drive Rose there.
pixiestick: omg! could you pick up Ed and me on the way?
: sure. we'll be there in a sec. bye.
pixiestick: bye
I shut the laptop, slipped on some shoes and ran out the door. It is a very rare thing to get to drive Rosalie's red convertible. It was not very enjoyable, though, considering the fact that is was raining, so we had the top up. So now I just felt like an idiot driving a girly car. Man, I really needed to get my own ride.
I whipped into the Masen's driveay, and Alice and Edward bolted out of the house and into the car. No one said a word the whole way there.
"Oh, Emm!" Rosalie made a beeline to Emmett as soom as he was in sight. She threw her arms around him, and they both started to cry. I watched as Alice passed them, going straight to and giving him a hug. I walked over to them.
"How is she?" Alice worried. Carlisle nodded.
"Esme should be fine," he reassured her. Alice loosened up a bit.
"What about the baby?" I wondered, joinging the conversation. His expression turned grim, and I immediately regretted speaking up. Without a word, Carlisle slowly shook his head no. My heart stopped. Alice gasped beside me.
"I'm so sorry," her eyes welled up with tears, and pulled her into a hug. When her released her, I grabbed her hand. Alice looked up at me, face red and eyes puffy. I wiped a tear from her cheek, then pulled her against me. I hated seeing her like this, and I was going to so my best to comfort her.
We sat down in some chairs by Edward, where he was reading an old People magazine. Alice intwined our fingers, not saying a word. She rested her head on my shoulder, and I put my arm around her. Any other time I would have been freaking out, but there is nothing intimate about being in a hospital. Not when everyone was so full of worry and grief. I felt like I was carrying borh mine and Alice's heavy hearts, and it hurt.
The overload of emotional pain wore me out, and I started to feel tired. My shoulders slumped, and I tilter my neck to use Alice's head as a pillow. I was out like a light.