AN: So sorry for the delay but got a bit stuck with the story and suddenly all the electronics in the house went crazy. Love owning a house but hate it too.
As per usual was never mine. Just what hoops I can make them jump through.
Oh, shit. I'm screwed and not in the good way.
Carlisle was going to be furious with how rude I had been to his prized new acquirement. The two of us don't get along on the best of days and this just promised to be a massacre. There was no doubt in my mind that she would immediately tell Carlisle what had happened. They all gossip like old women and if someone can get taken down a peg or two, all the better. Carlisle would try to save face by pushing Emmett forward and showing him off. If it got bad enough he would pull the adoption card. As if by adopting me it meant that there was absolutely nothing in common between us. Esme as my foster mom had been wonderful until she met Carlisle. They married, way too fast, in my opinion and all of a sudden I found myself with a new 'dad' and 'brother.' Who were they fucking kidding? But it made Esme happy so I did what I could to keep the peace. Most of the time.
At this point I realized that Isabella, oops Ms. Swan, had been standing by the door waiting for me to show her to the backyard. Pulling together the best smile, though it probably looked more like a grimace, and lamely pointed her in the direction of the backyard.
She smiled as if nothing had happened and walked away. I couldn't believe any one person could be that graceful and sexy at the same time. It just couldn't be helped, I was a hormonal teenager and she was just too hot. I looked up and realized she had been staring at me for awhile, noticing all my ogling, with a smirk on her face. Please God just strike me down now before Carlisle can. Then thankfully she disappeared out onto the deck.
That was it I needed a drink. I figured if I was going to ripped a new one it might as well be for as much as possible. In for a penny, in for a pound. Quickly checking to see if anyone was around I raced up to the liquor cabinet and grabbed whatever I could and took a big swig. Ahh, Jack my old friend, you never leave me. Several mouthfuls of liquid courage later I stuffed the bottle to the back of the cabinet and hoped no one noticed.
I snuck into my own bathroom to clean up as best as I could so there was no obvious whiskey breath and the clothes looked perfect. Basically the opposite of a starting to feel drunk, shirt buttoned up wrong and with the icing on the cake hard-on hormonal motherfucker. At the least I could appear sober and put together as best as possible. The hard-on wasn't being so cooperative at this moment. Every thought I came up with somehow came back to her. It took the great combination of my memory of seeing my great Aunt Emma naked coupled with the thought of the humiliating laughter I'd have to deal with all night. The beast had been vanquished, at least till now.
Armed with some liquid courage, plus a flask in my back pocket, I made my way outside to the backyard. There were all the usual doctors from the hospital showing their latest trophy wife, what cause they contributed the most too, how they were the absolute best. I like to call these things the,"Mid Life MD Crisis Center Meeting." But this time something was different, just a little off from the norm. The trophy wives were discarded in a corner and not on display to show off their owner's power, status andwealth. Where was the reek of expensive cigar smoke permeating the air and creating a sickly haze. They seemed to be trying harder to outdo each other than normal. An extra edge, tension, vibration, thrummed through the air. Something was definitely wrong here. I had an idea, an experiment if you will. Plan in motion I sidled up to Dr. Felix,
" Hey Dr. Felix, you still chasing that hot nurse from pediatrics?
"Umm, Edward I have no idea who you are talking about. My only interest in pediatrics are those wonderful children. Now if you'll excuse me?"
Now anyone else would be assume I was being a snarky teenager with these comments. The truth was that Dr. Felix had a thing for the nurses of the pediatric wing. He thinks their tits are bigger due to being around all those babies. The other staff have been making fun of this the entire time and it regularly becomes a large and usually loud conversation with the good doctor at the center. He loves the attention and preens in front of his colleagues how much pussy he's had. Not this time, hmmmm, curious.
My next test subject is Dr. Aro who regularly smoked the foulest smelling cigars. He also happens to be the oncologist so the irony is felt. He usually circulates offering pretentious cigars to all and has to tell how they were so expensive, so rare, how so-and-so also smokes them. Due to the clear and rather nice smelling air I can easily guess that this hasn't happened. Spying Dr. Aro I wander over
"Hey Aro, any of those expensive cigs on you. I know, I know. They're bad for me blah, blah, blah but you know how great they are. So cough'm up"
"Edward, you must take more notice of all the health reasons given to not smoke cigars. Seeing what I see all the time is enough to make anyone quit. If you don't mind I must ask Dr. Brians a question."
So it is true. Something has come along and changed. That's when I saw her sitting in the midst of the crowd, surrounded on all sides. She looked like a queen peering down upon her subjects and several court jesters. There was no doubt who was in control of the situation. Dr. Aro and Dr. Felix were trying to act all nonchalant and make their way closer to her. Each one desperate for her attention but with nothing to offer. How sickening.
They were flies surrounding a beautiful flower. Not a delicate on but one that had fire and was a little dangerous. Those flies should watch their backs. I laughed darkly at the situation sat back to enjoy the show that was happening below me. Before I could get comfortable I felt an iron grip on my arm.
Carlisle, I collected coats and welcomed guests. I even mingled which is not required but still…
I was quickly cut off with a strong shake to my body. Looking up at Carlisle's face I could see he was truly angry. Quickly reviewing what I might have done to piss him off tonight there was that glaring snafu at the front door. Figures that no matter how good she looks and how nice she seems she's still one of them. I slump in his grasp, and mumble about the coats and stuff.
If possible Carlisle's face turns an even darker shade. 'Coats and stuff. That is all the explanation you give me. Not I managed to insult the guest of honor before she was inside the house. Not I managed to thoroughly embarrass two well respected doctors about their personal habits. If you think you've gotten away with this then think again. Tomorrow we will have serious talk about what can be done about this current mess and about you. Start by apologizing to Dr. Felix and Dr. Aro and I mean right now"
With that speech he strode off to another colleague and started to lament on having to deal with me and why can't he have another son like Emmett. I count down in my head and hit the usual four seconds till he opens his mouth and utters the hated words. "At least Edward is adopted and everyone knows you can only give so much to one of those children. He is just not manageable at all."
That shit just makes me so angry I want to hit something. I didn't ask to be your son, and if someone had given me a choice, he would definitely not me it. Screw this shit, I'm outta here. There's always plenty of booze and chics at Jasper's house that I can slip right in. Hopefully with enough booze in my system and pussy in my face I can forget that tight body, with curves in all the right places and those gorgeous breasts.
As if called by my thoughts she looks in my direction. Our stares lock and the world ceases to exist for a moment. It could have been hours, seconds, who knows how long way we stared. I finally pull my eyes away quickly, unnerved by this shocking connection. Now I know when I leave here it won't be those curves, tits, sweet ass and all that shit tormenting me all night. All I will see is those beautiful, captivating, haunting eyes. Before I know it I am running back inside and call Jasper whose first words are spoken in a lazy drawl. I can almost see him just lounging around with the regular crew present.
"So can you still breathe or are you going to require CPR? I have plenty of volunteers?
I cut him off quickly. "Jasper I can't handle that shit tonight. It's bad. I just have to be anywhere that's not here"
That shut him up and in a completely different voice he asks how bad is it. I only have on response.
"It's a total fubar."
AN: F.U.B.A.R. = Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition
If there are any suggestions as to directions you'd like to see the story take, I'm more than willing to look at them.