Driving
"Please tell me that you know how to drive?" I asked Emmett while tolling him toward the garage.
"Duh I know how to drive. Who doesn't?" he said.
"Ok good. Hmmm what kinds of cars do you wish that you could have?" I asked as we slowly approached the garage door and stopped.
"Urn, a Ferrari, Mercedes, Bentley, those kinds of cars. Why do you ask?" he asked me.
"Just wondering." I laughed.
I then opened up the garage door and turned on the lights even though they weren't necessary.
"You've got to be kidding me." Emmett said ask his eyes searched the garage.
In us Cullen's' garage, there are: 2 Ferrari's one red one blue, 1 Mercedes jet black, and 3 Bentley's in yellow, green, and maroon.
"I know kinda overwhelming at first but then you get used to it. Which one do you wanna drive?" I asked. His head turned slowly to look at me with eager eyes.
"I…can…drive…one…of…these…?" He stuttered out.
"Uh yea why else do you think I brought you in here??" I taunted.
He then dashed around me and hopped in the bright red Ferrari.
"Typical." I muttered. He heard me and laughed. He let the roof back and patted the passenger seat next to him.
"Uh uh. I don't sit in the seat. I stand on it and hang out the sunroof." I said jumping in the sunroof and sinking my Giuseppe Zanotti stilettos into the leather seat of the Ferrari.
"Let's go." He said while slamming his foot on the pedal toward California.