'Ello gov'na:
Sorry for the delay, but new story an' all, it's takin' me a bit to get the words out.
My explanation for my delay is written in A/N I have on chapter 9 of REDO, and I'm too lazy to retype it.
Although, one problem behind my delay was the constant introduction of new stories.
It's like the plots are floating around inside my head; like li'l ghosts, each with its own voice. And they're all screaming: "Look at me! No! Look at me!"
And then the li'l fuckers laugh maniacally at me!
And yes, I am fuckin' insane. Get over it, cuz all writers are.
Disclaimer: The only thing here belonging to me is Riley…& the plot.
JPOV
Walkin' into the Swan house, we found Rose, Alice, an' Edward scattered around the livin' room; Alice had the remote in her hand, and was flippin' channels.
"Hey," they all said intermitted, not even sparin' us a glance.
Em threw me a questionin' look, but I shrugged, much to his disappointment.
"Um…not that I'm not glad to see you guys, but…why the hell are you in my house?" Emmett asked.
"We wanted to meet Isabella," Edward answered absentmindedly.
"Bella," I corrected.
That seemed to bring 'em outta their li'l stupor.
"Huh?" Alice chirruped, lookin' at me.
"She prefers Bella," I reiterated.
"Oh, and Edward? You may regret wanting to meet her right off the bat. Come to think of it, you too Jazz."
Edward raised his eyebrow, an' we both looked at Emmett in confusion.
"Why?" we asked in unison.
"Her dog's coming too," was all he said.
Now my eyebrow rose up.
"So? Who cares if she has a dog?"
"Uh," Emmett chuckled, "if you have a Y chromosome, then you will."
Well that made 'bout as much sense as anythin' else that ever comes spillin' outta the guy's mouth.
"Come again?"
Emmett turned to Edward. "B's dog hates all things male. Or so she says," he tacked on.
Alice bein' Alice, she's gonna get her two cents in.
"How come?"
Emmett shrugged. "Dunno. That was all the explanation she offered when the mutt growled at me."
"Well what'd you do?" Rose asked.
"Nothing! Bella and I had exchanged names, and I went to hug her, and then her dog jackknifed to attention and snarled at me."
"Well then there's your answer," she stated in that tone that says 'wow, you're a dumbass.'
I snickered an' said, "Only you, Rose."
She flashed me a grin an' gave a li'l wink. Whenever one of us did that, people just could not shut up 'bout how much that one tiny gesture made us look so much alike. It gets pretty irritatin,' lemme tell ya.
Emmett glared at me; which really didn't help me with stiflin' my laughter, but I managed. Barely.
He gave me the bird, and stalked into the kitchen, mutterin' under his breath.
Even though he was all of ten feet away, and more than capable of hearin' us, we all burst out laughin.' We couldn't help it. Emmett was just like that; whether he'd made the joke, or it was on him.
"Fuck off!" he called out, settin' off another round of laughter.
"What Emmett do this time?"
In our moment of hilarity, we had failed to hear the Chief's car pull up, or notice the door openin.' I turned around to see Charlie standin' in the doorway with a raised eyebrow, an' a slight smirk on his face.
Rose snickered before sayin', "Hey Charlie. Em was just telling us about Bella…and her dog."
Understanding dawned on our police chief's face.
"Ah yes, the 'furred devil' as he's been referred to as. You boys had better watch out. The only reason he hasn't made me an entrée, I think, is because I've had my uniform on this whole time," he chuckled, gesturin' to his standardized 'Police' jacket.
A dog's bark could be heard close to the open door, followed by a soft chuckle.
Bella?
"Hey Emmett, go help your sister," Charlie ordered, jerkin' his thumb toward the door.
"What's there to help with? The girl's got one bag!" Emmett retorted, sounding much like a petulant child. "Besides, there is no way in hell I am going anywhere near that furry devil she has for a dog."
"Keep talking like that and your testes will be Riley's new chew toys," a sultry voice chimed.
I turned my attention toward the doorway's new occupant, and I could've sworn I felt my heart stop.
A dark-haired beauty stood in the entry way. She was slender in figure, an' had well-defined curves in all the right places. The black fabric of her tank top stood out against her skin's pallor. Her long legs were clad in a pair of distressed denim jeans, and she wore no shoes.
At her side stood a Great Dane. I absently noted he was gray, came up to the girl's waist, an' he was glarin' at us. Can dogs even glare?
I shook that thought off as I took in the rest of her. The slim fingers on her tiny hand were curled around the strap to the rucksack she had slung over her shoulder. Her sweet lips were distorted into a sinful smirk, an' her doe eyes sparkled with mischief.
It was then that I noticed the scar that adorned her lovely face. The scar that she carried as a reminder of the car accident that took her brother from her.
It ran from the top, left side of her forehead, lightly tracing over the far corner of her left eye, down her cheek, ending about an inch away from the corner of her mouth. Where it crossed over her eye, there was a li'l dark triangle from where the blood vessel had broken. It wasn't close enough to the iris to interfere with her sight, but it was fairly noticeable.
Sweet baby Jesus.
Sorry it's so short, but I couldn't think of much else to add, and I didn't wanna piss all y'all off by takin' any longer.
Until next time, my darlings.