Chapter 6

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I'm not sure how exactly it happened. It could have been the four glasses of wine that Rosalie had chugged down, or it could have been the four beer bottles that Emmett did. He eventually got tired of water, just like I knew he would. What I didn't know was that he was going to switch from water to beer-complete opposites.

But he did, and things got more than strange. They were both DRUNK. And at a nice restaurant.

"Did you know that zebra's strips are actually black on white and not white on black?" Rosalie squealed. "There's the biggest difference in white on black and black on white. Anyone knows that even-"She stopped abruptly because she also had the hiccups.

Emmett gave a loud whole heartedly laugh.

"Yeah," He managed to choke up.

People at the nearby tables were throwing horrified looks our way.

I give Edward a nervous glance. Surprisingly, I found him staring straight back at me. 'I think we should go' I mouth to him across the table. He nods.

"Rosalie," I ask. "Why don't we go back to your house and watch football or play cards or something?"

She giggles and smiles at me. "Why? Why do people always have to DO something? Why can't we just hang out or have fun without DOING anything?" She takes another sip of wine.

"Come on honey, let's get out of here, people are starting to look." Edward tried to convince.

"People are looking?" Rosalie shouted, loud enough for people from tables across the room to hear, "Let them look! See if I care!!" She giggled again and high fived Emmett.

"Yeah! Let them look!" Emmett yelled. He too took another swig of beer.

"Let's go," Edward repeated, but this time gently pushing Emmett out of the booth beside him. Emmett didn't seem to mind.

I did the same with Rosalie. "Come on," I said.

We slowly and drunkenly, (on Rosalie and Emmett's end) made our way out of the restaurant. With Emmett probably too drunk to read, I ended up paying for our end of the bill. Edward paid for Rosalie's end of the bill also.

I thought it would be best for me to drive since Emmett and Rosalie were obviously NOT going to and Edward was trying to control them both, now they were mumbling tiredly and slowly falling asleep. What a hang over they were going to have in the morning.

Twenty minutes later when we pulled up to Edward and Rosalie's house I parked in the driveway, I wanted to make sure they both got in safely. Edward gently carried sleeping Rosalie in his arms into the house, with me unlocking the door for him. "Thanks," he softly whispered. Emmett was still in the car, probably dead asleep

The house was dark and warm. Edward laid Rosalie on the black leather couch and threw a soft blanket over her body.

"I'll walk you out," he whispered to me. I nodded but I doubt he could see it in the darkness.

We quietly crept out of the house and onto the front porch I so much enjoyed.

"That was fun." Edward smiled.

"Yeah, for a while," I agreed.

In the next silent moment, I glanced over at Emmett asleep in the passenger seat. His head was leaned against the window, and his mouth was hanging open.

"Well, I better go take him home," I sighed.

"I should probably get back to Rosalie too," Edward agreed.

I started to turn and walk to the car, leaving Edward behind.

But then he did something I never expected.

He reached out and grabbed my arm and turned me around.

"Seriously Bella," he said, "Thanks for this." Now the smile was wiped from his face and replaced with a serious stare. But I could still see the warmness in his eyes.

"You're seriously welcome." I smiled.

Maybe this night turned out okay after all.