Esme POV
I have a feeling that these girls are going to be good for my boys! I cant wait to see how they react when their eyes open to the fact that they like each other. Whether it be as a lover or a sibling.
Angels POV
We hoover our food faster than the vacuum cleaner, and then go for doubles. The boys on the other hand have barely touched their plates. I guess they were to busy watching us eat! Oh well, its not like could give two shits! I was hungry and this food was good so I was going to eat! Whether they like it or not.
"Who wants thirds!" Alice cheered, Tanya scoffed and we looked at her in question.
"What? Its kind of gross how much you are eating! Like seriously, do you want to be a cow?"
"Oh my gosh Tanya! I'm so proud of you!" I say beaming at her
"Why?" she asks confused
"You know what a cow is! I am assuming you do since you are one yourself, but you still learned one of your animals! Maybe we can work on the alphabet next...or maybe counting! Whichever you want" I say with a smile
"It is impressive isn't it?" Esme asks grinning from ear to ear "Tanya you may leave the table, if your attitude does not change then you will be removed from the premises. Goodnight"
And with that the bitch leaves! And a light clap comes from both my girls.
"Well done mylady" Alice says with her pinkie up
"Why thank you dear friend"
"I must say you put on quite a show" Rose says mimicking
Causing all of us to burst out into laughter, our accents are perfect and they always come in handy for a good laugh. I look up and find two green orbs fixated on my face, my laughter stops and I stare right into the depths of a copper haired man's soul. What I see is so similar to my own that I shudder and try to look away, but his face tells me otherwise. His face tells me to keep looking, to look forever, and I gladly would have stayed trapped in that gaze if Emmett hadn't farted. And when I say farted I mean like the force of a trade wind. I'm surprised he didn't blow back from the table.
Everything was quiet for a few seconds and then the whole table erupted into hysterics. Even Edward was laughing, and it was a beautiful noise, but somehow remained manly. Jasper was retelling the story between gasps of breath as if we all weren't present when it happened, but the fact that his country twang came out when he was telling it, made it 10x funnier. With tears rolling down our red cheeks and bright smiles on our faces, the girls and I looked at each other. I think we all agreed that the stay here was not going to be that bad. But that all depends on how we work together...which could end up being terrible.
Men had a way of becoming protective and possessive in some of our older jobs. It never ended well, and we would have to move HQ to a different location.
"How about you all go and watch a movie or something, I'll take care of the dishes tonight." Esme said smiling brightly. I'm sure she was excited that we all got along.
We all agreed and had Emmett show us the way to the Game Room/Movie Theater. It was huge! Basically the size of our whole apartment in Malibu. Not to say we didn't have money, but we didn't use it for houses and stuff. We all used it for different things. Mine was emergency money, just in case the girls and I had to go into hiding, and books. I love books, I know I live a high risk lifestyle but I am missing a lot out of it. My job is to hide, and be someone else, and kill a few people. I can think of a few key things I am missing but when I weigh the pros and cons of leaving, staying with my girls always comes out on top. So screw normalcy and long live espionage!
"What are we watching?" Emmett asks rubbing his hands together as though he is planning an evil scheme.
"Something romantic" Alice swoons
"Something badass" Rosalie grunted
"I was thinking a western" Jasper queried
"FOOOOTBALLLLL!" Emmett roared
"I think I have just the movie" I said smiling at them as their eyes shot over to look at me. "The Longest Yard. Its funny, and somewhat romantic with the drag queens, and badass, and I'm pretty sure there is a western guy in it!" They all broke out into a clap, except for Edward and I took a low bow. I heard a low growl and shot up to see almost black eyes scorching me with the heat they were giving off. God he is hot. I searched my muddled brain for what could have elicited that sort of reaction, but my body revolted and decided to make me temporarily stupid. When I looked back at his eyes they were no longer looking at my face but rather my chest, causing a quick anger to run up my spine.
"My face is up here" I snapped
"Dont flatter yourself, they are just so small that I couldn't even tell if you had them or not." We both knew that was bullshit, and I gave him my best shit eating grin to prove it. He glared back and turned around so he wasn't facing me anymore. What a turd. I had substantial breasts! They were 34 C's which is a nice size! And they most definitely hard to see, especially with the outfit Rosalie put me in, which was a midnight blue strapless dress, with a sweetheart neckline and flowy skirt.
It gave me a nice form, and accentuated my curves. I was proud of this dress!
"Well that was awkward" Emmett trilled in a girly voice.
"Lets just watch the movie!" I said excitedly and plopping between Rose and Alice on the giant couch that was stationed in front of the TV.
We ate ice cream right out of the container, and drank soda, and ate candy. We were girls again just enjoying ourselves. This was starting to feel more like a vacation. Tomorrow we work out...hard. After the movie its still pretty early so we all enjoy a game of bowling, and some intense ping pong. Rosalie kicks all of our asses, and Emmett follows her around like a lovesick puppy the rest of the night. I think she liked it, every time he would touch her she would blush and this slap the back of his head. He was a goner...and so was she! Its about time, after that asshole from our first mission. Royce King, that manipulative son of a bitch. He took Rose against her will when he found out we were spies. He knocked Alice out cold after she tried to save Rose, because she was posing as the maid. It was up to me at that point, and I was full of a new rage I couldn't even comprehend at the time. It was the feeling of protecting a loved one at all costs. It burned through my veins like molten lava as a kicked down the door. As i gripped Royces hair and lifted his neck so I could slide my blade across the lovely skin of his throat. I watched breathing heavily as blood poured from his neck and he made gurgling noises. I liked watching him choke, I liked watching him die, because he was a piece of scum. I took a sobbing Rosalie and an unconscious Alice and carried them in my arms. The arms of a ruthless killer. After that job I don't look at myself as a human. I cant. Its not possible for me to look at myself while on a mission and say I am proud. Proud of my kills, or my tactical maneuvers, but I cant stop myself from being the best I can be. Because if I cant be the best human, then i am going to to be the best spy.