Chapter Eleven: Evil Remote
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BPOV
It was already 11:20 and I am supposed to meet Emmett at my restaurant at midday. He kidnapped my mailbox while I was out on my second date with Edward, cue sigh, and only returned it yesterday. But guess what he did to it. He wrote "Bella, meet me for lunch tomorrow at Smeraldo. Be there.... or be rectangle."
I'm seriously contemplating asking Emmett's parents if he is adopted. At least I know one thing, that he's an incredible chef and is bringing in business for my restaurant.
Where is my purple blouse? I thought to myself. Where is it? Where is it? HA! There is it.
I pulled my blouse out from behind the television. Funnily enough, it was folded neatly and put behind there.
Alice.
She won't clean up for me when she stalks me at my house at 5am, but she will fold my clothes and put them back where I had thrown them haphazardly.
After I finished getting ready, I decided to do a quick sprint around the house and do a load of laundry. I managed to do this without falling over which is an achievement and a half.
Great now I've probably gone and jinxed myself. I looked up at the clock on the wall and noticed it was 11:50.
"Shoot!" I shouted out loud as I grabbed my purse and headed out the door, carefully avoiding the TV remote on the floor. Must pick that up later.
I'm extremely lucky that the restaurant is only a five minute walk so I should be a tad early.
I opened the front door to my restaurant and looked around, pleased to see that everything looked organised and no customers looked unsettled. I had to do a course on the body language of customers, that was not one of the highlights of my schooling.
However, I knew better. The kitchen is where things get hectic. I turned to the left to make my way over to the white doors of the kitchen, waving to Jasper, but was stopped by two great big arms giving me a bear hug from behind.
I turned around and noticed Emmett in his chef's uniform. Was he even working today? Oh god I'm already forgetting who I put on the roster. Ah... screw me. No Bella, you will soon have Edward for that.
I never did have time to wash my brain with soap. I'm regretting it.
"Hey Emmett," I smiled.
Emmett gave me the once over, "Glad to see you're not rectangle." What the hell? Ah... mailbox.
"I will forever be wondering how Rose handles you."
"She's handles me with care," Emmett waggled his eyebrows. Oh come on, I'm about to eat.
"Let's eat shall we," I broke the silence. Awkward palm tree.
Emmett smiled and brushed past me into the kitchen. I'm being ditched by one of my best friend's boyfriend who also happened to be one of my guy best friends.
Oh wait, here comes Jessica.
"Hello Bella. Emmett reserved one of the more popular tables over to the right hand corner on the right side," Jessica said. I knew which one she was talking about. Other than the fact that every other single table there was filled up besides that table.
I made my way over to the table and sat down waiting for Emmett to return. Did he fall over a pan or something?
Wait... that would mean someone left a frying pan in the middle of the kitchen? Who would do that?
And who would be stupid enough to not notice it? I sighed. I would.
I turned to see Jasper approach me. "What drink would you like Bella?"
"I'd like a macchiato please Jasper."
"Are you having a good morning?"
"Yes I am. And you?"
Jasper smiled, "I'll be right back with your drink. I best be getting back to work. Don't want my boss firing me." He winked and walked away as I chuckled.
After a couple of minutes, Emmett returned in casual clothes, carrying two plates.
He placed one down in front of me and the other in front of his place setting.
I sighed with contentment as I looked at lunch; Lasagne alla Bolognese. One of Emmett's specialties.
"I prepared them earlier this morning and just put the finishing touches on them," Emmett smiled.
I suddenly got a feeling. Hidden agenda here.
"Spit it out Emmett."
"What my food?" he said cheekily after he had swallowed his bite.
"You didn't invite me out to lunch for nothing."
"Can't I have lunch with one of my besties?" Emmett faked looking insulted.
"No. It's you. Your definition of hanging out with one of your besties is stalking a guy from a tree by looking in the phone book."
Emmett smiled mischievously, "ah you are one smart cookie. Just want to touch base with my boss and one of my besties."
"Well... spit it out."
"I can spit a bunch of things out right now."
"Oh god. Just say it, don't make me stab you."
"That's the most overrated threat ever Bella," Emmett teased.
"How is being stabbed a common threat? Usually it's something like, YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS!"
"Tisk tisk. I am here for ulterior motives though. You should be a detective." Oh he was trying to suck up now.
"Spit it out!" I repeated myself for the third time. I sound like a broken record.
Emmett began firing away with questions. "How's your day been?"
"Good."
"Do anything today?"
"Yes."
"Do anything last night?"
"Yes."
"Are you joining us for our group lunch this weekend?"
"Yes."
"Have you had sex with Edward?"
"Yes... wait! No! I didn't mean that. I've said yes too many times in the past thirty seconds!"
Emmett just guffawed.
"Shut up! We have not!"
"Oh but you want to my Bella Bee."
I crossed my arms, "Shut up!"
Five minutes later Emmett quietened down.
"Aww let me make it up to you Bella. I have dessert."
Damn it. He knows I'm a sucker for dessert and I'll eat anything he makes. Except for that time where he mixed tomato sauce, nutella, cornflakes, chilli powder, brussel sprouts and cream cheese together on a bun.
Jessica came and removed our plates. We thanked her and then Emmett said he would retrieve the desserts.
Almost immediately he came back, with my favourite dessert. Damn... I guess I can't kill him right now. Maybe after I've eaten?
"For you," he smiled.
I stared at the plate. Vanilla panna cottta served with strawberry anglaise and chopped wild berries.
Kill me and serve me for Christmas. I hate Emmett McCarty and his cooking abilities.
Thankfully the rest of our lunch went by smoothly except I can tell that he is going to head away from here afterwards, pull out his phone, press speed dial five and call that evil little pixie. She will answer. She will GET answers. Then she will proceed to ring her speed dial number two, I will try and reject her calls, but if I do, she will no doubt appear at my house. She will WANT answers. So I will be forced to take the call, listen to her squeal, and then tell me a few things. I don't know, I tend to stop listening after that.
Emmett and I departed and as he turned the corner he took out his phone. Here goes. I give it thirty seconds. I began counting down.
Three... two... one.
And my phone commences vibrating. "Hello Alice."
"." I took the phone away from my ear and shook my head, trying to get rid of the ringing.
"You want to do Edward... you want to do Edward."
"Alice, I am very busy. I have... laundry to do."
"You're not getting out of this one. I'm coming over to your house on Saturday earlier than planned before our group lunch. Expect me. I will be watching."
She needs a new hobby.
I walked home and spent the next few hours cleaning up and doing the household chores that I had neglected recently due to my mind not being down to earth.
I had been resting on the couch for just over half an hour when I heard a knock at the door and wondered who that could be. Oh maybe it's Edward and he wants a favour from me? I won't be opposed to everything.
I was distracted in thinking about Edward, I know I know, and the next thing I know, I trip over something, flail about in the air for a moment, probably looking like a weirdo, and then crash to the ground.
My ankle hurt immensely.
I looked to see what was the cause of my fall. Oh no, it was that remote that I did not pick up this morning. How could it do this to me? I never once spilt my drink on it, I made sure it had fresh batteries all the time. I left it on the floor for less than eighteen hours and it hunts me down and disables my mobility.
Oh right, person at door. I'll get you back remote! Mark my words. I hobble over to the door and open it hastily.
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EPOV
I was standing awkwardly on Bella's front porch just after I had rung her doorbell. After a moment or so I heard a very loud "shit" coming from just beyond the door followed by a few more expletives and then "ow, ow, ow, ow."
The door slowly opened and Bella appeared hunched over, holding her ankle.
"Are you okay?" I asked, concerned.
"Blasted remote. I knew it would get me back because I didn't put it on the coffee table this morning," Bella rambled as she ushered me in while she hobbled over to the couch.
"Did you have a good day?" I asked as I closed the front door to keep the cool air out.
"Oh yes. Fine and dandy. Fun on a bun," Bella replied back sarcastically, "I hate buns, ever one of Emmett's wild concoctions he made a couple of years ago."
I moved over to Bella and took her ankle gently, noticing that she winced, "Would you like me to check IT out. I'm a senior first aider," I smirked. She had caught onto my checking out comment.
Bella blushed. She got it.
"Could you please? I have bandages upstairs in the bathroom in case things like this happen," she smiled.
I carefully got up from her couch, that thing is comfortable, and then returned a couple minutes later with bandages.
Gently I bandaged up her ankle and placed a soft kiss on top of the bandage and Bella hummed with contentment.
"Would you like to stay and watch a movie with me?" Bella asked timidly.
"Sure," I smiled. Like I would turn her down. She was wearing short shorts and I do love legs remember.
She started to get up but I gently pushed her back onto the couch, "You have to rest that ankle tonight Bella. Let me put in the DVD."
"Thank you," she sighed.
"What would you like to watch?" I asked as I stared at her plethora of DVDs. I wish I had this many, would never need to leave the house.
Bella smirked, "the Hangover." I remember Jacob dragging me to see this movie when it was in cinemas. Must say... it does provide laughs. Crude humour.
I smiled, "I laughed at this one bit where they got the wrong guy. I was the only one who laughed in the entire cinema. Someone threw one of those cinema drink cups at me. It was empty though." (AN: Happened to my friend, Emma.)
Bella laughed loudly and I proceeded to look for the remote to turn the TV on.
"It's on the floor staring at me," Bella said as she evil glared the remote three metres from her.
"Thanks," I replied as I picked it up.
I turned on the TV and switched it to DVD player and put the DVD and joined Bella on the couch again.
She snuggled into my right side and I could not stop the big grin that erupted on my face.
Together we watched the movie, laughing continuously. I had to hold Bella from rolling off the couch in laughter.
I admit that I spent about a third of the movie staring at her.
Her long, dark eyelashes, her full, red lips, her soul piercing brown eyes.
Granted I could only see her left eye seeing as she was facing the screen.
I turned back to the screen and then back at Bella again ten minutes later to notice she was sound asleep.
I smiled as I watched her and then I turned to watch the end of the movie.
My eyes gradually began to close as I tried to fight off the tiredness. I need to drive home.
Within the next two minutes I was sound asleep with Bella sleeping next to me, on the couch.
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A/N: I finally included Emmett time and EPOV in response to demand from reviewers.
The things you learn about a restaurant. I've been doing courses about Hospitality businesses and now I'm putting that to knowledge. Yes I've made the food and drinks B and Em have for lunch. I've also gotten a few reviews saying that this story needs more action, more drama. I don't know if that is possible for me. I'm not used to writing so I decide to start off small. After I finish the 2 stories I have at the moment, I may do a more dramatic fanfic. Just to let you know; this story is mainly humour and fluff, almost to the point where it's pointless. If you want more drama check out my favourite stories or community (: