Yep
Stumbling into Sam when Rose and I reached the back room to clock in, we threw him an apology, telling him that we were sorry for being late, what with the almost kill a motherfucker fit that my girl had earlier. "Chill the hell out," he replied in some bothered type of a way with a roll of his eyes, waving the both of us off as he walked past us, "Thinking that I actually give a shit, like you two aren't fam..."
Yep.
Our boss.
As Rose and I stepped behind the bar, we shook our heads at all of the customers who were shouting for drink orders, which had Jake running around like a chicken whose head got chopped off while he tried to provide for all of these greedy - can't wait for a goddamn second - douches.
Heading over to my side of the bar to somewhat ease his frantic being, I kept my eyes on Rose as she walked over to the counter that he was mixing liquor by. Leaning against it, the chick looked down at her fingernails in some bored type of a way that was definitly...ignored? "Well, if it isn't the dog..."
Jake walked away from her without a single word exchanged.
Not knowing what his deal was, I shrugged at the raised eyebrow that she gave me before I turned my attention over to the fuck-head who was annoying the hell out of me by waving dollar bills at the side of my face. "Christ all fucking mighty, you piece of shit!" I snapped in a growl as I snatched the money out of his hand, "Do I look like a goddamn stripper to you?"
"Can I uh, get a Coors Light?"
This asshole.
Placing my hands right in front of his face, I made his cash flow go 'see ya later, buddy' by ripping the green paper into teeny tiny itty bitty shreds of absolutely nothing. Cocking my head to the side after I was done, I smiled something wide, unfazed by the frown that he was sporting. "Now that we got that out of the way with, what can I get for you again?"
"That was all of the money that I had..."
"Well now, isn't that a shame?" I asked, not giving a single shit, "Maybe next time, you shouldn't be so fucking impatient, acting as if I chose to ignore your ass on purpose. You knew that I just stepped over here and as you can see, you're not the only customer who's calling for my attention..." Noticing one of my regulars patiently standing nearby, I pulled a bottle of Miller Lite out of the fridge. "Here you go, Tommy," I smiled a smile that easily matched his, shooing him away afterwards when he went to pay for it, "You must be new here," I continued from where I left off, returning my attention back to the kid who got me on a bad day, "To think that waving a bunch of dollar bills at one of our bartender's faces will get you a drink faster."
"Yeah," he mumbled, lowering his head, "I am. I'm uh, I'm sorry about that."
I grinned at the kid's hair. "Apology accepted. What can I get for you?"
"Wait, what?" he asked, meeting my eyes, "I don't have anymore cash on m—"
"Come on, man," I rolled my eyes, "I don't have all night. Tell me what you want."
"Coors Light?"
"Wait, are you asking me if I want a Coors Light, cause, dude. I'm on the clock..."
He laughed at my teasing, taking a seat. "Can I get a Coors Light, please?"
"Right away!" I yelled, mocking his earlier antics as I waved my hands at his face.
He grinned, swatting my fingers away. "Yeah, alright, I get it."
"As long as you do," I laughed before I turned around to open a tab on my name.
One Hour Later
Hearing the growl that left Rose's being as I was handing someone a glass of water, I looked over my shoulder with narrowed eyes, wondering whose ankles I'd be biting within the next second...only to grin when my attention fell on Jake's arms...the ones that were wrapped around my girl's shoulders while he peppered her face with sloppy kisses.
Turning around, I placed my arms across my chest as I leaned against the counter to watch the reunion, the teasing nature of the whole thing filling my heart with pride.
"Give it to me, R baby!" Jake demanded with a wide smile. "I want it, all of it!"
"Your dog scent, it's poisoning me..." she groaned, trying to lean away from him...
His arms, though...they tightened around her even more and she laughed while she struggled to get out of the kid's grip. "I wish you nothing but luck," I whispered to myself before I noticed my boy's hands...the ones that started moving down to her hips in some sneaky ass kind of a way that had me grimacing, "Oh God, here it comes..."
And, nut hit.
Jake gasped, falling down to the floor. "Shit...hurts...so-bad..."
"Serves you right," she smirked, bending down to his level. Giving his lips a quick peck, Rose shrugged as he wiped her smooch away with the back of his hand, telling her that what he previously wanted wasn't worth it now, "All that you had to do was ask for one of my kisses, Jake. I would've given it to you, no problem."
"Nothing but a hater," he groaned from his spot, closing his eyes in pain.
"And you're nothing but a slacker who left B and I a ton of fucking work to pick up," she replied, throwing me a wink afterwards, "Distract either one of us from doing it again and I'll have no problem in showing you what else I have in store."
Staying on the floor as she walked away, J curled up into a ball and got comfortable
Two Hours Later
Noticing how busy we were as soon as she stepped into Eclipse, Alice came running into the bar like a mad woman on crack only to immediately start taking drink orders...not stopping for a single second to ask any of us any questions and in return, making me grin in approval.
Chick's golden, like I said.
Rose raised an eyebrow at me, ringing up a customer's order. 'Who's that?'
'New chick,' I mouthed back, shrugging.
After giving the Pixie Dust another glance, Rose made a big show of moving around in fast circles, precisely imitating Brandon as a tornado of some sort. Agreeing with the girl, I nodded, telling her that she was 'sooo right' before returning my attention back to the customers who were sitting on my side.
Half an Hour Later
As I was wiping down the counter, Alice...she broke me out of my thoughts by grabbing a hold of my chin and pulling my face towards hers to give me a loud ass kiss that I ended up snorting at, leaning away from her hyper as all hell being a bit...
"Bella Boo!"
Throwing the wet rag into the bucket that was placed by our feet, I faced her with a raised eyebrow, letting the counter support my weight as I rested my side against it. "Bella Boo, though?"
"Well, since I heard through the 'grapevine' that mine was Pixie Dust..."
"Touche, Brandon," I laughed, holding my hands up by my shoulders, "Tou…che."
"So, is it always this bu—"
Noticing the typical pair of narrowed eyes that Rose was sporting when I caught her form heading over towards us, I groaned. Looking over my shoulder, I shook my head at the grin that appeared over J's mouth, finding his excitement of the soon to be bitch fight nothing but inappropriate…what with us being at work, and whatnot.
"Hey!" Pix smiled at Rose when she joined us, "So, you're the so called bitch, right?"
I gasped...no lie, gasped, at what I just heard...which was a question that was directed at a chick who was known for breaking a bitch in half for much...much less.
Catching the curl that Rose's top lip performed...the one that silently informed me that she was three seconds away from punching the bright out of Pixie's light, I looked over at Jake with a nervousness that he picked up on as he pushed himself away from the counter that he was leaning against.
Taking a step towards Pixie, Rose placed her arms across her chest. "I'm sorry but, I must be hearing shit," she growled as I desperately tried to wedge my ass in between the two of them, "What did you just call me, you twerp?"
Alice laughed something cheerful and alive, pushing Ms. Hale away from her space.
"Oh—oh God no," I tried to warn her, shaking my head at Pix, "Let's uh, let's all just — "
"Relax," J finished for me as soon as he stepped up, taking a hold of Rose's arms.
Brandon rolled her eyes as she pushed him away from holding her back, which was kind of fucking stupid on her part if I'm being real about the shit, only because Jake...he was just trying to help the chick out, knowing what Rose was capable of...
Facing the bar, Pix kept her pretty little eyes on Rose while she poured some liquor into the two shot glasses that she somehow grabbed a hold of from underneath the counter without me noticing. "So, let's just cut to the chase, shall we?" she asked my girl...only to then down the shot that she didn't hand over to Rose...which, mind you, had my jaw dropping down to the floor and mingling with the dirt that was there, "My name's Alice...Alice Brandon, and if you haven't realized this by now, I'm not only a bitch, but I'm a bitch who isn't scared of being a bitch...which would therefore make me your competition, bitch. My suggestion? Let go of all of that jealousy that you're feeling right about now and instead, embrace the fact that you're not the only one who fits that description anymore. Think of it as a similarity that we can share, one that proves to you that you're not alone in this because in all honesty? If you were to get that perfectly proportioned head of yours out of that bangin' tight ass that you've evidently been blessed with, I believe that you and I can be the best of friends..."
Rose smirked something that I glared at, downing her liquor. "I'd totally do you."
"What?" I shouted, cause I would've been smacked if I ever pulled that kind of shit…
Pix grinned, kissing her cheek. "And I'm head over heels for you too, Rosie Bitch."
Jake and I both grinned, taking a step back as we just...waited, for shit to go down.
And, nothing!
Alice walked away, completely free of any goddamn injuries.
I growled at Rose, pointing at the intact Pix. "Hooker! She just called you Rosie!"
"It was followed by bitch so I'll allow it," the conniver shrugged, walking away.
J laughed, following behind her as I threw my hands up into the air. "No way!"
Countless Drinks Ordered and Distributed, Later
Turning my attention over to Jake, who was in the middle of closing down someone's tab, I went to ask him if he's seen Seth around lately, for I sincerely missed his crazy ass but I was interrupted by Rose as she called my name. "You're about to get some mighty fine ass company, Honey B!" she yelled after I looked over my shoulder, smirking something that I raised an eyebrow at before she gave the crowd a nod, "If he's the boy toy that you were talking about earlier, go ahead, girl!"
Confused as to who the fuck she was talking about, I turned around and moved to the side a bit so that I could look out into the crowd...only to roll my eyes a few seconds later when my attention landed on the source that was busy heading over towards the bar, the one that was running his fingers through his hair as he moved through the packed dance floor, easily dodging people who were in his way.
Grabbing a hold of three ice cubes, I dropped them into the tall glass that I filled with diet pepsi a minute ago, thoroughly dismissing his all around caveman being...
Until I heard Rose whistling at me.
Looking over my shoulder once again, I narrowed my eyes at the side of her face when I saw her leaning against the counter that Edward was standing in front of, grinning at whatever bullshit that he was spitting and in return, acting like she actually knew him from back in the day, which pissed me off.
And, yes.
It might be an irrational feeling of anger at this point, but it's a feeling nonetheless.
Whatever.
Stepping up to her side with a raised brow, I ignored his presence. "You whistled?"
"Take his order?" she didn't ask, giving him a nod, "I need to ask Alice something..."
"But you're right here," I grabbed her hand as she went to walk away, "You take it."
Placing his palms on top of the counter, Edward leaned in. "Actually, it's coo—"
"If you don't talk his order," Rose spat, "I'll tell Sam that you ignored a customer."
I narrowed my eyes at her threat. "You're right here, Rose. You take his order."
"Ladies, c'mon," Edward smiled something uncomfortable, "I'm good, I just wan—"
Rose raised her hand and placed it in front of the kid's face, interrupting him once again as she kept her narrowed eyes on my own. "Jesus Christ, Honey B! Why are you acting like a little bitch right now? Just take his order and be done with it, shit!"
And I fucking snapped, cause Bella Swan was no little bitch. "You take it, Rosie!"
"Again, with the Rosie?" she growled lowly, hands in a pair of fists.
"Oh you bet your massive ass 'again, with the Rosie,' Rosie!"
"You didn't learn your lesson the last time, huh?"
"No, Rosie...I sure didn't!" I unnecessarily shouted, "Care to fucking remind me?"
Pixie, she pushed Rose and I away from each other with a roll of the eyes before she placed herself in between the two of us by stepping up to the counter. Leaning against it, she smiled at Edward, who in return ran one of his hands down his face, looking all stressed out and whatnot from the scene that he fucking created. "So, whoever you are...as you can clearly see, these bitches have some kind of a problem with taking your order. I, on the other hand, don't, so...what can I get for you?"
He shook his head at her before he looked at me. "I just uh, wanted to talk to you for a second." I placed my arms across my chest in response to him 'wanting to talk to me for a second,' for a second had already passed before he added "Maybe now isn't a good time, though?"
"Nonsense," Rose answered for me, grabbing onto Pixie's hand, "We got her orders."
"Please," I laughed, shaking my head at her phony consideration, "I got my own o— "
"Enjoy yourselves!" she interrupted, placing a kiss that I didn't even appreciate over my mouth before pulling the broad who she'd 'totally do' away from us with a smile.
…
…
…
"Is this you talking to me?"
He frowned at the raised eyebrow that I gave him. "Can you take a break?"
Looking over my shoulder, I groaned at the hope that Edward's eyes contained during that single fucking second that it took for him to ask me what he wanted to ask me...the vulnerability of it, just...getting to me. "I gotta go and get my hoodie from the back," I whispered, not meeting his gaze as I turned around to leave, "I'll meet you outside, give me a minute."
Stepping out of the club, I spotted Edward sitting down on the sidewalk. Placing my hoodie over my hair, I started heading over towards him, giving Paul a look of warning on the way when I caught the over-protective idiot staring him down...
"Yeah, alright, I got it," he laughed at my silent demand to behave, holding his hands up by his shoulders, "My balls that are still trying to recover from the last time, though...they want you to know that their owner's here if you need him...just in case, of course..."
I grinned, appreciating the shit out of Paul Lahote. 'Just in case," I mouthed back.
Standing behind the kid when I reached him, I placed my arms across my chest and just...waited, for his bullshit to start...which, didn't take long...as he looked over his shoulder after hearing my approach. "Damn."
I raised an eyebrow at him, not understanding what his 'damn' was about.
"Seeing as to how you seem as if you don't want to join me down here," he continued, giving the empty spot that was next to him a small nod, "I'm going to go ahead and assume that you're still mad at me?"
I remained silent like, what do you think?
He sighed, tossing the cigarette that he was smoking out into the parking lot. After pushing himself off of the cement with one hand, he used the other one to run it through his hair. "Look, Bella," he started as soon as he faced me, "I honestly didn't mean to act like that towards your brother, alright? I don't even know why I did, so for that...I'm sorry."
"Are you, though?"
"Honest to God—"
Rolling my eyes at the girl who disguised herself as a mighty fine looking boy, I interrupted 'her' emotional state of being by stepping down to take a seat on the curb. "Take it easy, Edward. I was just teasing you a second ago, asking you if you were really sorry. There's no need for you to go all emo on me."
Joining me after a second, he nudged my shoulder with his own to gain my attention. "I mean it, Bella," he said after my eyes met his, "I apologize for the shit that happened with your brother. You won't see me doing anything like that again."
I raised an eyebrow at him as I lowered my hoodie. "Again?"
He nodded, causing my brow to reach my forehead.
"What makes you think that I'll even want to see you again?"
"Bella."
I pointed at his smirk, asking him "What's that about?"
"Come on."
"Come on, what?"
"Don't act like you don't want to hang out with me again…I'm the fucking shit."
I rolled my eyes at the kid's audaciousness, before I snorted...
When he mocked serious offense, "It's like, who does that?" he asked himself, "Pssh, not wanna hang out with Edward fucking Cullen, come on now..."
Shaking my head at him, I smiled. "Get over yourself, man."
He shrugged as he pulled another cigarette out of his pack. "You want one?"
"Nah…I'm uh, I'm good on not wanting to get cancer and shit," I replied with a grimace over my features, creating nothing but a grin over his own as he placed the cigarette in between his lips, "The whole, you know, dying while coughing my lungs out? Hmmm, doesn't sound so appealing to me..."
"Whatever floats your boat."
"So, what's up?" I asked as he lit up. "Why'd you decide to come up to Eclipse?"
"Well, at first, I just wanted to stop by so that I could apologize for how I acted..."
"Apology accepted."
"Earlier today, though," he continued, "I was over at Andy's place and I uh...I noticed that your truck was still there." I nodded, waiting for him to go on. "So, I came up here thinking that you'd need a ride up there later on to pick it up or whatever..."
"No, I'm good," I told him, "It's dead and I don't ha—"
"I have jumper cables in my car," he let me know. "If that's what you're worri—"
"It's not," I tried again, "Rose, she's a mechanic and she offered to take me up th—"
We looked over our shoulders when I was interrupted by Rose's boisterous voice, and when I say 'boisterous,' I mean Jesus fucking Christ on the world's eardrums being in some serious risk of goddamn injury here, people...because holy shit, was she loud!
With her undivided attention on the two of us, she shouted into her cell phone, looking suspect as all hell as she started waving her free hand up into the air in over the top inconvenience. "Yes, baby, I'm on — " and then her phone rang, " — my way..."
Edward laughed at the growl that left my girl's mouth as she looked down at her cell with a glare...only to then 'hang up' on 'whoever it was' that she was 'talking to.' "I can't wait to hear this," I whispered, shaking my head at the actress as she started making her way over towards us, looking all apologetic and whatnot…
"So, I gotta go," she frowned, reaching us, "Emmett needs me, it's an emergency."
I raised an eyebrow, hoping that she wasn't serious. "An emergency? Is he cool?"
Treating my question as if it held no importance, she looked down at Edward with a smirk. Turning my head to the right, I rolled my eyes when I noticed the crooked smile that popped up over his mouth. Snapping my finger at the broad to get her attention, I waved at the pair of narrowed eyes that I was given. "Yeah, hi...so, I was the one who asked you something, not the idiot who's appreciating your retarded affection right now."
"No worries, B. I already cleared it with Sam, he said that it was cool so, I should go."
I grabbed a hold of her wrist when she went to walk away. "Hold up, hookah..."
"Make it quick," she snapped, pulling her hand back. "Emergency, remember?"
"Em knows that you only have another hour on the clock," I said, "So, what's up?"
After giving Edward another glance, she returned her attention back to me with an exasperated exhale. "God, why do you always have to be so fucking difficult, bitch? Emmett called me, I answered, he told me to get home as soon as possible and that's fucking that. What, exactly, does this 'emergency' consist of? I'm not sure, which is the reason as to why I'm not giving you the specifics that you're asking for. Besides, if it turned out to be what he usually gets me out of work for, then I'm pretty sure that you wouldn't want to know about it anyway..."
I remained silent, waiting for her to elaborate.
"Your brother wants a blow job, Bella!" she screamed, letting it all out, "A blow job!"
Edward flicked his cigarette out into the parking lot with a chuckle as I...
Looked at the chick as if to say you sick fuck. "Really, bitch? All of that?"
Rose shrugged in response and went to turn around but froze in place with a gasp, "Oh my...oh my goodness, Bella!"
Goodness, though?
Yeah, she's suspect.
Without a doubt, up to something.
I scrunched my eyebrows together at the quick glare that Edward received from the broad who then lowered her head with a 'saddened' shake. "I completely forgot about your truck, B...I was supposed to drive you up to your friend's place, but..."
Ready to put a stop on whatever she was planning by telling her that we can just pick it up tomorrow, I was interrupted by Edward as he nudged my shoulder. "No worries," he told me before he shrugged at my raised eyebrow, "I can still take you, if you want?"
Lifting her head, Rose grinned at the kid. "What a terrific idea."
I narrowed my eyes at the plotter, who...might I add, played the game rather well.
Blowing me a kiss that I gave the middle finger to, Rose turned around and walked out into the parking lot...only to freeze when she reached the driver's side door that she was about to pull open. "What are you doing outside, baby?" Emmett asked, walking around her beamer from the other side, "You got another hour on the clock..."
And my frown? It turned upside down when I noticed the grimace that my girl was sporting as my brother pulled her in for a hug, mistaking her silence for exhaustion. Looking over her shoulder after he released her, she threw Edward and I a type of a smile that was nothing but tense in its caught red-handedness before she returned her attention back to Em. "I just got off of the phone with you, remember? I was on my way home..."
"What are you talking about, you just got off the phone with me?" Taking a hold of her face, he lifted it up to his before he started looking for signs that would tell him that she's intoxicated. "Baby, have you been knocking em' back?" he asked, imitating the motion of 'taking a shot' with the hand that wasn't holding her jaw still, "I mean, if I gotta talk to Sam about you drinking on the job again..."
I looked over at Edward and grinned, noticing that he was trying like all hell not to laugh. Placing my palms against the concrete behind me, I leaned back and let my elbows support my upper body before I nodded for the kid to do the same. "All that we need right now is some fucking popcorn."
He agreed by humming something too goddamn sexy, mimicking my position.
The both of us, we returned our attention back to the show just in time to see Rose whispering something into Em's ear. Leaning away from her mouth afterwards, my brother looked even more confused, scrunching his eyebrows together as he moved his hands down to her hips. "Wait, I'm...I'm sorry but, you fucking lost me, Rosie. Can you just slow down some and tell me again...who, exactly, are you trying to se—"
"Shut up!" she hissed, covering up his mouth before looking over her shoulder.
"Oh man," Edward laughed, as I just rolled my eyes at the broad's sneakiness.
Putting two and two together, Rose realized that she was dealing with a moron...
"Emmett, do you want your dick sucked or not?" she asked, cutting to the chase.
He looked a bit stunned...but only for a second before he smiled something totally disgusting. "Hell, Rosie baby, go ahead and lead the fucking way," he said, holding one of his hands out after stepping over to the side, "I'm always game for whatever you have in mind, you know that...screaming it at me wasn't necessary...a whisper of the offer would've worked just fine..."
Rose shook her head, taking a hold of his hand. "What am I going to do with you?"
I groaned, hearing his answer of "Road head" as she pulled him towards the jeep.
Meeting Edward's eyes at the same exact time that he decided to fucking meet mine, we both looked away from each other because, you know, we were nothing but a pair of teenage goddamn fools up in this motherfucker, acting like we just made out or something…
"So, are you uh..." Clearing my throat, I lowered my head and kept my eyes on my chucks as I tried to address the kid once again, "Are you sure about driving me to Andy's tonight?"
...
...
...
I lifted my head and raised an eyebrow at his own raised eyebrow. "I mean, if you aren't able to or just can't for whatever reason, it's honestly not a big deal...Andy, he won't mind having my truck there for another night and besides, I can always just go and pick it up tomorrow during the day...or night...it uh, it doesn't matter...day or night, either one'll work because Rose, she has off whenever I have off so we c—"
"I have no problem with taking you tonight."
"Excuse me?" I asked his choice of words, narrowing my eyes at his own that...
Rolled. "I have no problem with taking you to Andy's tonight, is what I meant."
"Alright," I nodded, pushing myself up to my feet, "I'll meet you out here, yeah?"
"I'll just be over here, prepping for the whole death by coughing my lungs out."
I rolled my eyes at the kid's grin as he looked up to me. "You do that, asshole."
Pulling out another cigarette from his pack, he looked at it with wide eyes that held over the top desperation, ones that I pursed my lips together at...only to snort when he impatiently shoved the stick in between his lips with the hand that wasn't busy pounding itself against his chest to prep it for what he had in store next...which had me shaking my head at the kid after I turned around to walk away from his ass...his ass that was apparently suffering from full blown-out emphysema after inhaling a single drag, what with the whole 'coughing up a goddamn storm' performance that he picked up as soon as the smoke hit his lungs...
Edward's a character, I give him that.
Two Motherfucking A.M
Stepping out of the club, I looked around the parking lot.
Jake's pimped out GMC, check.
Alice's obnoxious Porsche, yep.
Paul's bicycle, weird but true...
What the…
Am I...
I must be dreaming right now.
Staring at it, I pinched my cheek as hard as I could...
Only to groan at the sting that it produced afterwards.
There it was, my all time favorite car...a BMW 750 Li.
And, it was black...
I just, had an orgasm...no bull.
After shamelessly eye fucking the exterior, I walked a couple of steps forward, or better yet...I stumbled a couple of steps forward to reach the machine that was also known as God's gift to mankind. Bending my knees a bit to try to get a glimpse of the interior through the tinted passenger's side window that I wanted to rub my bare tits against, I took the time to appraise everything that I was faced with, until...
Said passenger's side window lowered, making me gasp an internal 'awe, hell no, man,' as Edward Cullen came into view. "It makes you want to just tear it up, yeah?"
Instead of answering his question with the obvious duh, I pulled the door open. After stepping inside and taking a seat, I closed my eyes to just...soak up the experience that I was blessed with as I leaned back into the leather that was clearly made for angels. "You're sort of special," he declared as if I didn't already know that shit, looking at me with pursed together lips that I wholeheartedly ignored while I felt around for the door handle that would entrap my tranced out being within this kind of heaven.
"What I could do to you," I whispered in awe as he put the car in drive, shaking my head a bit while I studied the interior, "I mean, the...the possibilities, they're...endless..."
"Who, exactly, are you talking about?"
"Not you, obviously!" I shouted. "Where have you been hiding him, you asshole?"
"Who?" he asked with a small smile across his mouth.
Sitting up, I softly ran my palms over the precious dashboard, "Him, Edward...him."
"Wow."
Returning my attention back to the masterpiece that consisted of this automobile, I smiled. "I mean, you don't understand, dude...I've been waiting my whole goddamn life for this moment to arrive, Kelly Clarkson style. No, you know what, to hell with all of that meet and greet introduction bullshit, let's just throw caution to the wind and fuck already."
"Something's honest to God wrong with you..."
I huffed and he grinned, otherwise giving me the privacy that I fucking deserved by remaining silent for the rest of the drive that would lead us over to Andy's house.
"Jesus Christ!" Edward shouted, waving his hands in front of my face, "Bella!"
My fantasies disappeared at the back and forth movements. "What?" I yelled.
"We're here."
I saw that we were parked in front of my truck...
"We've been here."
"Great," I told him, not giving a single shit as I leaned back into the seat that was practically made for my ass. Gaining my attention once again when he stepped out of the car with a mumble that I didn't understand, I placed my arms across my chest and stayed put as he pulled the passenger's side door open. "Can I help you?"
"We're here," he repeated in boredom, "You can get out of the car now."
"Thanks but no thanks," I purred, not paying the kid any mind while I ran my palms along the leather that was surrounding my hips, "Get lost, dude."
"Alright, come on." I narrowed my eyes at the hand that he was holding out towards me. Ignoring his offer, I grabbed a hold of the seatbelt that was wrapped around my body instead. "Bella," he laughed, "Get out of the car."
"I said thanks but no thanks," I gritted, "What didn't you understand about that?"
Placing his hands on top of the roof, he looked down at me. "Are you serious with this bullshit right now?"
I nodded, simply because I was...
"You need to help me with starting up your truck, Bella. Get out of the fucking car already."
"Can't you just do it?" I asked, looking up at him from underneath my eyelashes.
A frown overshadowed his features before he quickly got rid of it with a shake of his head as he looked away from me. "You'll be given another chance to sit in the car some other time, I promise...but right now, we both have shit to do so, come on…"
"But I don't wanna."
Bending down some, he smirked. "You know...you're kind of testing my patience here, Bella."
"Just do it yourself, Edward!" I snapped, "I'm fine with just watchin—"
And then, the motherfucker started tickling me, like it was a cool thing to do...
Seeing as to how the imbecile never asked me if I took pleasure out of being tickled in the first place, the kid whose fingers were pissing me off...he was about to suffer from some serious fucking hearing damage in three, two, "Stop!"
Backing away from me at once, he rubbed his ear. "Uh, yeah, fucking owe, Bella!"
"Well you deserved it!"
And he flew at me a second later, unbuckling my seatbelt before I had any possible chance of stopping him. As the bat that camouflaged itself as an excellent looking man took a hold of my waist and pulled me out of the car, I growled, "Put me down!" I yelled after he threw me over his shoulder, "You don't even know what kind of harm you're placing yourself in right now, Edward! I...am...held...unaccountable!"
Lowering me down to the ground after walking over to the other side of the car, he rolled his eyes at me when I pushed him away from my being. "You're a spaz," he stated, rubbing the back of his neck with the hand that wasn't held out in front of him to keep me away, "Jesus Christ, calm down..."
"Whatever, you dick-stick," I grumbled, "I fucking hate you. Metal-blocker..."
"Metal bl—you know what, never mind. Let's just get this over with, yeah?"
I shrugged, all disgruntled and whatnot.
Grabbing a hold of my arm, he pulled me over to the trunk of his car, keeping me there as he popped it open and brought out the jumper cables that were needed to start my baby back up. "You ready?"
I raised an eyebrow at the kid when he started untangling the wires, the whole time looking at me in some listen here type of a way that I instantly became suspicious of, "Am I ready for what, exactly?"
"I'm going to connect these to your battery before I have you push on the gas."
I laughed at his little idea, placing my hoodie over my head. "Uhm, yeah, no."
"What's the problem now?
"Listen, Edward," I started, "I'm letting you know straight up that I have never been a part of fixing anything that contained electricity before, so...your idea of letting me push whatever while you connect...whatever? Not smart. No lie, I'll probably end up killing you. Fuck probably. I will, without a doubt, end up killing you...and it'll most likely involve some kind of a wild fire. Trust me when I say don't trust me."
"All that you gotta do is push on the gas when I tell you to push on the gas, Bella."
"No way, man," I shook my head, "I'm not doing it."
"Stop being stupid. It doesn't take a fucking genius to push on a gas pedal."
"No," I repeated with an amused laugh that was directed at his crazy.
He narrowed his lovely eyes at me, looking all sorts of intense. "Yes."
"No way," I responded, set on my ways, "It's not happening, Edward."
And as he started tugging on his hair in some maddened type of a way...
I pursed my lips together to keep my laughter at bay. "Look, Bella, I'd rather not waste my time by standing out here in the cold with you, freezing my fucking balls off while I listen to you go on and on about how you're some kind of a 'hazard' to yourself and to others, but let me just tell you something that you may or may not know about me. This whole spoiled little shit behavior that you have going on right now, it doesn't phase me. If you honestly think that I can't handle going back and forth with you then do what you gotta do to test me but keep in mind that your stubbornness is nothing...fucking nothing, compared to my persistence."
My jaw, yeah it kind of dropped, somewhere in the middle of that hot ass speech.
"So, what will it be, Bella?"
I stomped over to the driver's side, irritated with my hormones. "Your funeral."
"Relax," he laughed, heading over towards my truck, "You're exaggerating."
After I pulled the door open with a growl and stepped inside, the rational fear that I had of killing the kid, it instantly turned into exhilaration as soon as my eyes saw all of the gadgets that this fuck-awesome machine had in store for me, because maybe...just maybe, this wasn't such a bad idea after all, now that I think about it...
Looking up when I heard Edward groan, I raised an eyebrow. "What's your misery?"
"You didn't hear what I said?"
I grinned at his frustration, "No, why, what did you say?"
"Just push on the pedal a little bit at first when I tell you to, yeah?"
I waved him and his instructions off with a careless mumble of "Sure, sure, what-the hell-ever," returning my attention back to the beauty that I was currently inside of.
A Minute or Two Later...I think
Lifting my attention away from what my eyes have been busy studying, I found Edward's own on my truck's engine as he connected something to something before giving whatever it was a small nod…
"That was fast," I whispered to myself before I pushed down on the petal that I was told to push down on…making it in return touch the floor with an awesome sounding 'vroom' that vibrated my entire fucking being, "And hot damn, the power!"
Like, no lie, guys. I'm about to just take off with this car and let him have my own.
Letting my hands fall from the steering wheel, my eyebrows scrunched together in confusion when I noticed Edward, whose body froze for a second before it performed some kind of a...jumping motion? And when his entire being just flew away from my truck after his fingers dropped the cables down to the ground...I wondered to myself what in the holy hell just happened here, people?
Lifting my ass from the seat that it was resting on top of, I took a few seconds to look around, wanting to find out where exactly the kid landed, and yeah...maybe I also wanted to make sure that he was cool and all but, come on, motherfuckers...
Wouldn't it be a knee slapper if by some miracle he landed on top of Andy's roof?
My jaw dropped when my eyes found Cullen's body...
Cullen's body that was laying down on the ground...convulsing, like some kind of an alcoholic who needed a drink.
Fearful by the idea of having detectives coming after my ass in the near future for murder charges, I jumped out of the kid's car before I ran over to him and slid down to his shaking form. "What...Edward?!"
He didn't answer me, so I freaked the fuck out by getting on top of the kid to try to hold his body down with my own. "Stop seizing for a second, man!" I shouted, my weight not at all succeeding in its purpose. "Christ!"
Edward's body underneath mine...it all of a sudden stopped moving, causing a sigh of relief to leave my throat as I kept my cheek against his chest. "Oh thank the Lord above us all," I whispered, closing my eyes, "I...I don't belong in jail, dude. My ass...my poor ass, I can just see it now..."
Not hearing any kind of a response, I lifted my face from its resting spot and cursed when I saw the kid's eyes rolling into the back of his head. "O.M.G!" I shouted in clear shock, seeing as to how I spelled the shit out, "I—I killed you, I'm a goddamn murderer!"
Now, I don't know what made me do this - maybe it had something to do with me knowing that I wouldn't be able to handle being the reason as to why he died - but I slammed my mouth against his and blew…
And alright, maybe it would've been nice if I actually thought of opening up the kid's mouth first but, in all fairness, this is me who you're dealing with here, so...
Pulling my face away from his own, I placed the fingers of my one hand against Edward's lips to spread them apart while I used my other ones to hold his chin up, my CPR inexperienced ass not at all fazed...
And not even three goddamn seconds later, the kid's eyes snapped open.
Stilling the descent of my mouth that was ready to transport my body's oxygen into the one that seemed to need it a second ago, I just...laid there, hypnotized by those green colored orbs of his that were looking at me in a way that made the air supply that I had moments before vanish because in my fucking mind...
I was honestly just trying to make sense out of everything that went down a couple of seconds ago while we stayed put, with our bodies touching and our faces centimeters away from each other.
I could practically feel Edward's heart pounding underneath his chest that my own was laying on top of, and there was also no doubt in my mind that he too could feel the havoc that my own heart was causing as it transferred its beats over to the light hoodie that he was currently wearing...
And I say 'currently,' because...
When his eyes moved down to my mouth, my entire being froze. I couldn't...I just couldn't fucking move, and before I could do anything, or say anything...he started lifting his head up from the ground...oh so very slowly closing the distance in between us that in the first place, hardly even existed.
The kid licked his bottom lip as it neared my own, the velvetiness of the underside of his tongue brushing over my parted mouth in some feather light type of a way that started driving me fucking crazy, and when his teeth just…pulled my top lip into his mouth…
I gasped, the anticipation of Edward Cullen's taste so...fucking…good.
Silently letting me know that my filter was nothing but shit, he smiled around the smooth skin before his teeth dropped it, only to have the warmness of his mouth surround my lip into entrapment...and as soon as the top of his tongue started caressing the bitten area, I groaned...half in wow and the other half in...wow.
But, wait.
This isn't...this isn't right...
Right?
Placing my palms against the concrete that was surrounding his head, I pulled away to ask him what the hell was going on but he...he wasn't having any of that as his hands moved up to the back of my neck, where his fingers brought my face down to his own again at the same time that he lifted his head from the ground, completely.
Every single surface of my skin tingled from the sensations that the kid's lips were creating while they played with my own and honest to God, people? I just...I just didn't have it in me to fucking stop him. It was just too goddamn nice to be cut off, so I went with it...returning the kiss that he started by doing whatever felt good.
Edward, he kept running his mouth against mine...ever so softly.
Licking here and licking there, but...never entering, and I was so over that already.
So I bit onto his top lip, and smirked at the low growl that I received afterwards...
Needing to change my panties due to his car, earlier?
Child's play, compared to the need to change them now, after hearing that sound.
At the drawn out nibbling that I started teasing him with, the kid...he wasted no time in attacking me...using his lips, tongue, and teeth to do so, which amped me up. Grabbing a hold of the back of his neck, I pulled his face closer to mine at the same time that I pushed my face closer to his, just...needing more of...whatever, this was.
Wrapping my fingers around his hair, I tugged on the completely chaotic out of place strands, smiling against the groan that I earned myself a second later, the one that vibrated my lips while he ran his hands down my body...his hands that definitely snapped me out of it as soon as they started lifting the bottom hem of my hoodie.
Pulling my mouth away from the trouble that his own contained, I kept him on the ground by placing my palms over his chest as I sat up. Moving his hands up to his shoulders as soon as I gave him the distance to do so, Edward kept them there, making me feel as if he regretted touching what he touched...
"Holy shit," he panted as I tried to calm down my own breathing, "I uh...holy shit."
"What..." I cleared my throat to get rid of the raspy tone that it contained, "What was that?"
He groaned, looking away from me as he rubbed his face, "I'm a fucking asshole..."
"Huh?"
"Bella, I'm sorry," he apologized as soon as he met my gaze again, "That was...I mean, I'm not saying that it wasn't really fucking nice cause it sure as hell was but, no. No. You and me, we can't go around doing stuff like that—it...it was inappropriate...right?"
My eyes narrowed with embarrassment. "It was nothing but inappropriate!"
"I'm sorry," he whispered, "I don't...I don't know what happened."
It was at that very moment, where I realized that Edward Cullen was alive.
"Was that some kind of a sick joke?" I growled, pushing myself off of him.
"I didn't…" he grimaced, standing up, "I—fuck, Bella. Look, I'm...I'm sorry."
"You're sorry?" I snapped, looking at his hair in disbelief, what with how he lowered his head to escape my hatred-filled gaze, "During this whole bullshit performance of yours, you had me thinking that I was some kind of a murderer who actually killed a motherfucker, Edward! I was...I was half lunatic, you...you...you piece of dog shit!"
Brilliant.
Really, Bella.
Goddamn genius.
Lifting his head, he held his hands up in the air. "Really, Bella...it was a joke."
My fingers turned into fists because holy hell, people...
I may just go to jail after all.
Pointing a finger at himself, he raised an eyebrow at me. "I'm good, you see?"
Oh, this motherfucker!
"You're good?" I shouted, "Oh, well, I'm so...ecstatic, to see that you're good, Edward..."
His eyebrows scrunched together at the menacing smile that I threw at him...
"Because in about two seconds, your alive ass, it's going to become un-fucking-good."
His eyes, they widened when I started sprinting over towards him.
Think Baywatch style, hookahs…but only in fast motion.
Covering up his junk as I neared his vicinity, he tried to stop my retaliation by saying that he was sorry yet again but instead of getting the chance to do so, he hissed at the impact of my body slamming itself into his own after I jumped on him.
A jump that...unfortunately, ended up failing.
Cause instead of pushing him back, like I very well intended to, the 'planned' attack kind of stunned the kid for a second, for he actually didn't expect the added weight of my arms and legs wrapping themselves around his body and in return, making it lean forward a bit.
Honestly, though?
The second that Edward tipped towards me, I knew that we were fucked, knew that his try to maneuver it so that he was the one who broke the fall was nothing but pointless...
My breath left me after he landed on top of me with a "Humph."
At hearing the groan that left my hopefully not flattened chest, he moved his hands over to the ground before he pushed his body off of mine. "Bella," he whispered, running his worry-filled eyes along my face, "Shit, are you okay?"
What in the world made me think that I could be slick, can anyone let me know?
"Christ, Bella..." he gritted as I remained quiet, staring at him. "Are you alright?"
I pushed his ass off of me in answer before I stood up with a growl. "You bastard!"
"Oh come on, now!" he shouted with a glare, "I wasn't the one who jum—"
"Shut up!" I interrupted, dismissing his accusations as I stomped over to my truck.
With unnecessary force, I yanked the door open and got inside before I slammed it shut. Not at all wanting to thank the kid for starting up my baby but knowing that I was taught better than that, I huffed as I rolled down the stupid window to do the 'right' thing...
Only to jump back a bit when I saw that he was right there, standing in front of the driver's side door that I…no lie…just got behind of. "Can I ask you something?"
"What the fuck are you, a magician who stalks bitches on his free time?" I asked instead of answering his question, narrowing my eyes at him afterwards as he made himself comfortable by laying his arms across the window frame, "What's your deal, man? I mean, can't you take a fucking hint?"
"What exactly were you thinking about earlier when you yelled out O.M.G?"
"Oh fuck off!" I told the kid's smirk as I karate chopped his arms away from my truck, and me thanking him for his help was long forgotten as I drove off, "Asshole."
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