Eeep!
Burying my face deeper into the pillow that smelled like fucking perfection, I smiled like a fool...until I frowned, when I felt what felt like an arm hanging off of my hip...
What the fuck?
Opening my eyes, I let them roam the room that I didn't recognize before I lowered my gaze down to my hip...the one that was definitely...definitely...supporting an arm.
Looking over my shoulder, I saw Edward.
Oh.
Ohhhhhh.
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!
Not wanting to wake him up, I gently pushed his arm off of me as I turned onto my back...only to raise an eyebrow at it when he placed it across my stomach a second later, grunting something sleepy that told me that he unconsciously disagreed with my actions.
Great...
Edward Cullen's a cuddler.
Figures.
Looking over at him when he started snoring something weirdly adorable, I pursed my lips together, noticing the pout that would form over his own whenever a strand of his hair fell against his forehead. Rolling onto my side so that I was facing him, I used the tip of my finger to run it along his nostril...
"Stop," he groaned, keeping his eyes shut.
Ignoring him, I did it again.
"I said stop," he told me with one eye open, distractingly smacking my hand away before closing it again...sighing something afterwards that I narrowed my eyes at as he pulled me closer with the arm that was now draped over my waist, "Too early, go back to sleep."
Bringing my finger up to his mouth when he started snoring again, I started tracing the edges of his lips, knowing that the shit would annoy the hell out of my being if it were ever done to me. Smiling at the twitches that my digit felt when it ran along certain areas, I kept on doing it...finding it nothing but fucking entertaining...
Until it wasn't anymore…when his mouth unexpectedly snapped open two or three minutes later and grabbed a hold of the digit that's been teasing him, "Hey!" I laughed, wiggling my finger against his tongue when I met the narrowed eyes that were probably hiding underneath their lids, "Give it back, you cuddle monster."
"Are you done?" he mumbled around my knuckle.
I snorted...then hissed, as he bit down on my fucking finger. "Let it go, you bitch."
"No," he done told me, tapping the very top of my ass with the tips of his fingers.
"If you don't let go of my digit in the next three seconds, Cullen...you'll regret it."
Pushing my finger over to the side of his mouth, the prick's eyes...they widened, "Oh no, Bella Swan's threatening me," he mocked, "All one hundred and what, fifteen pounds of nothing but vulnerability!"
Taking a hold of the blanket that was covering us, I tossed it away from our bodies before I rolled on top of the kid who thought that he was hella funny. Smirking something that I didn't expect as soon as I straddled him, he placed his hands behind his head, giving my finger that he never let go of another nibble that had me grinding my teeth together as my ass started sliding down towards his…
Well, god damn! I thought as soon as I felt what he was packing, because god...damn.
As soon as his mouth fell open with a groan that gave my digit the freedom that its been asking for, I rolled my hips into his morning glory, placing my hands over his chest after his own found my knees to stop them from moving back again. "Are you regretting it yet, Cullen?"
"You're mean," he let me know in a strained voice that I ended up laughing at while I kept my eyes on the lids that were still covering his own, "Get off of me," he gritted after a second, meeting my gaze with a glare that cut my hilarity short as he took it upon himself to toss me off of him, "Doing that kind of shit to a dude who just woke up..."
"What are you talking about?" I asked, turning onto my side again when he looked up at the ceiling like...like it was the most interesting thing in the world all of a sudden. Raising an eyebrow at the 'look' that I got after the kid's eyes snapped over to mine in some 'are you fucking kidding me' type of a way, I played it dumb by asking him "What?"
"Don't play that innocent bullshit with me. You knew exactly what you were doing."
"Whatever do you mean, Mr. Cullen?"
Lowering his gaze down to my mouth when I bit onto my bottom lip with a grin, he growled a "That's it," and before I fucking knew it, he was on top of me, laughing at the choked groan that left my system as he took a hold of my wrists and pressed them against the pillow that the back of my head was resting on.
"Je—Jesus Christ, you...you...Edward!" I barely got out as he literally relaxed...giving my body weight even more of his own, "You're...you're sq—squashing me, d—dude!"
"What am I doing?" he asked, and when I felt the light barely there kisses that he started placing over the front of my neck after I extended my head back to try to fight him off, I froze...only to inhale something sharp as soon as his slightly parted lips reached the bottom of my earlobe, "Hmm?"
"Hmm?" I asked back cause...what?
Laughing a laugh so low that it had me closing my eyes, he licked his lips...letting his tongue brush up against the sensitive skin that his mouth never stopped teasing...and as soon as he took the cartilage that belonged to it in between his teeth, I groaned something that I kept on swallowing while he gave it a tug that honest to God lasted five seconds before he let go of it to run his mouth down the side of my neck, asking me a "Who's regretting what?"
That quickly snapped me out of my thoughts. Opening my eyes, I shook one of my hands. Letting go of the grip that he had around it, Edward started sucking on my pulse point...which, I'll admit, had me biting my lip to hold back the moan that wanted to escape as I reached behind his head to wrap my fingers around his hair and give it a little tug, "I don't know," I whispered as his breath hitched, "Why don't you tell me..."
Lifting his head, he met my eyes with his own looking so fucking good right now, it wasn't even funny. Lowering his hooded gaze down to my mouth, he licked his lips and when I moved my hand down to the back of his neck to pull him closer, I was met with absolutely no resistance whatsoever...my 'persistence,' it wasn't needed as he slowly...ever so slowly...brought his face down to mine and when his mouth was right there, barely touching the one that was hiding a smirk...I turned my head to the side and started snoring.
"Jesus fucking Christ."
Pursing my lips together at the breathless groan that hit my cheek, I kept my eyes closed...until I felt him rolling off of me. Looking over at the kid after he landed on his back, I snorted at the sight of his despair as he took a second or two to rub his face. "It's not funny," he told me with a tense jaw as he adjusted himself, climbing out of bed, "It physically hurts, and here you are...fucking laughing at me. Nice, Bae."
"Awe, Edward Cullen has blue balls," I teased, sitting up to watch him pull his jeans on, "What a fucking shame. Finding out that your 'charm' doesn't work on everyone, it must be traumati—hey," I stopped when he left the spot that he was standing on, "Are you...where are you going?"
"I'm going to go and get my dick sucked, where the hell do you think I'm going?" he asked me, looking over his shoulder when he reached the bathroom, "Unless, of course, you're interested in finishing what you fucking started by doing the shit for me yourself, that is..."
I stared at him, not knowing what to say.
"Didn't think so," he grinned, walking into the bathroom, "Get dressed. I'll drop you off at your truck."
When the door that I've been glaring at for the past fifteen minutes opened, I looked away from it as I stood up from the spot that I was sitting on, more than ready to fucking leave already. "Bel—"
"Don't."
Running his fingers through his wet hair, Edward lowered his head. "I didn't me—"
"Look," I interrupted yet again, "I'd walk home but, I don't know where I am, so..."
"Yeah."
Taking that as a go ahead, I walked over to the door and pulled it open before I looked over my shoulder. Giving the hallway a nod after he met my eyes, I waited for him to fucking move away from the spot that he seemed to be glued on, "After you, man."
Going through my bag after he pulled away from his parent's house, I brought my I-Pod out, hoping that it would let the kid know that I didn't feel like talking...which ended up being a wasted effort on my part, seeing as to how... "Bella, can I just say something?"
Keeping my eyes on the earphone wires that I started untangling, I remained silent.
"I'm...I'm a fucking asshole, Bae. I shouldn't of said what I fucking said and I'm — "
Shoving my earphones into place, I hit play...thoroughly cutting his bullshit short.
After parking right next to my truck, Edward grabbed a hold of my elbow as soon as I pulled the door open. "Bella, come on," he groaned when I yanked my arm away from him with a shake of my head, "I'm trying to fucking apologize over here..."
Stepping out of his car, I thanked him for the ride before I slammed the door shut.
Feeling the vibrations that were tickling my ass after I took a seat, I lifted it so that I could pull my cell phone out of the back jean pocket that it was resting inside of. Flipping it open, I let my shoulder support its weight as I started up my truck with the hand that didn't flip Cullen's vehicle off when it peeled out of its spot, "Yeah?" I asked...whoever.
"B, I..." she paused to blow her nose, it sounded like, "I don't know what to do..."
Worry instantly filled my heart when I heard the sniffling that Rose never sniffled.
"Emmett, he's...he's..."
"What did he do?" I shouted into the phone, "I swear, I'm going to fucking beat th—"
"No," she cried, and I could just see her shaking her head at me, "He didn't do an—"
"Then why the fuck are you crying?"
Silence.
"I'm on my way," I told her, placing my truck in drive, "Keep your door unlocked."
"Okay."
Stepping into their apartment, I found my girl sitting on the corner of the couch with her arms wrapped around her legs, surrounded by used tissue paper. Noticing her appearance...the tangled hair that was placed up in a messy ponytail, the lack of makeup that she unnecessarily never went a day without, and the sweatpants that she was wearing...the sweats that she'd honest to God never be caught dead in...I closed the door behind me, "What...Jesus Christ, what the hell happened, Rose?"
"I can't...I can't do this anymore, B. I love your brother more than anything, but..."
Letting go of my bag as soon as she lowered her forehead down to her knees with a cry that honest to God broke my fucking heart, I walked over to the couch and took a seat next to her. "Rose," I whispered, not used to seeing her this way as I reached out to tug on her arm, "Don't...stop it, you're going to make me cry..."
Shaking her head, she lifted it and when I noticed the pure uncertainty that her demeanor contained...the uncertainty that told me that she didn't know if I was still upset about what happened a month ago...I pulled her in for a hug with a roll of my eyes. "I'm...I'm so fucking sorry, Honey B," her tears told my cheek as I tightened my arms around her, "I shouldn't of kicked you out like that, I knew that you were only trying to help..."
"Hey," I whispered, stopping her as I leaned away, "No worries. Shit happens, yeah?"
She nodded, looking down at her lap. Pulling a tissue out of the box that was sitting there, I tapped her chin to bring her attention back to me. Placing it underneath her nose, I told her to blow…smiling at the soft smile that I got in return. "Thanks," she mumbled after doing what I told her to do.
"Tell me what happened, babe."
Looking away from me, she exhaled something that she's been holding back for a while now, it sounded like. "I don't fucking know," she finally whispered, laying the back of her head against the top of the couch as she closed her eyes, "It all just got...complicated."
"Complicated?"
She shrugged, meeting my eyes. "I mean, he's just not...here. He's not...around. Em's been lying to me, telling me that he's spending all this time at the shop...working non fucking stop when I know for a fact that he hasn't been...and when I confront him about it, well...you know your brother's temper..."
"I..." shook my head, not getting it. A lot of shit, it just didn't make any sense, man.
"You don't think that he's..." I raised an eyebrow at her pause, "You know..."
"He'd never fucking do that to you," I told her, "C'mon, Rose...Em cheating, though?"
Looking away from me, she shrugged. "Listen, B, I...I know that Emmett cares about me but maybe...I don't know, maybe he just...doesn't think of me like that anymore...I mean, it's been like, what, how many years? Relationships, they..."
"Hey."
She looked at me.
"I'll fix it."
"Bella, you can't just f—"
"I'm going to fix it," I told her because fuck just sitting around and waiting for shit to get better. My brother, he was this close to losing the best thing that has ever happened to him and I wasn't going to let him do that, "No worries, alright?"
"You and Em are already at it, B...don't make it worse, and especially over m—"
"Stop."
"Where are you going?" she asked, grabbing a hold of my hand when I stood up from the couch, "Bella, come on...look, I'm...I'm fine, I swear. I'm just being retarded right now, making a big deal out of nothing...you don't need to get invo—"
"I'm already involved," I laughed as I shook my hand out of her hold, "My brother's treating his girl like shit and I'm not cool with that, Rose. This whole 'I don't give a fuck' attitude that Emmett's been sporting lately, it's not...it's not him...he's better than that and if I have to get him all riled up in order for him to see that, then so be it."
Shaking her head, she went to say something but I squashed her argument by giving her a kiss. "I'll call you later," I whispered. After reaching the front door, I pulled it open before I looked over my shoulder, "And do something about those sweatpants that you're trying to rock, hookah, because they're fucking creeping me out...got me over here thinking that you want to die and shit. Put them in a bag for me, I'll pick them up later," I added cause they did look pretty comfortable, "And when I do, I better see you wearing something that shows off your tits..."
"And I'm the closeted lesbian?"
"I fucking love you, Rose," I smiled, cause I sure as hell did, "You know that, yeah?"
She nodded, exhaling an exhale that ended in a small grin, "I love you too, Honey B."
When I arrived at Breaking Dawn, I stepped inside, knowing that I needed a good old drink...at least one, before I even thought about heading back to Andy's. After hearing so much talk about this local bar being a real chill kind of a place, I decided that it would serve its purpose in providing me with some down time, knowing that I needed it to figure out how I was going to handle Emmett and his bullshit.
Pulling out one of the stools that were surrounding the bar, I took a seat, keeping my eyes on the crowd as I waited for one of the bartenders to show up. "How can I help you, sweethe—Bella?"
"Esme?"
The lady, she motioned for me to lean forward by waving one of her hands at me. Snorting at her impatience, I used the legs of the stool that I was sitting on for support as I reached across the counter that was separating us to give her a hug, "What's a pretty young thing like yourself doing at a bar that's filled with men and women who are well over your age?" her smile asked my cheek.
Sitting back down after she let go of me, I shrugged. "I just wanted to check it out, I guess," I whispered, loving how I could get away with whispering when I normally wouldn't be able to at any other bar around town, "I uh, I didn't know that you worked here, though?"
"Oh, this little place?" she waved it off, placing her arms across her chest after, "My parents, they left me this bar after they passed away but, I've never really been the type that enjoyed sitting behind a desk all day long. Not that there's anything wrong with that, of course," she quickly amended, "But it just wasn't something that I was interested in doing...bartending, on the other hand...keeps me on my toes."
"I hear you," I agreed, pointing at the ceiling afterwards with a smile, "And the christmas lights that you have up, they're awesome. Gives this place of yours character."
"Why thank you, Bambina."
"You're more than welcome."
"Let me get you a drink," my lady moved on, throwing me a wink, "What'll it be?"
"Whiskey, please," I answered all at once, not having to think about it.
Reaching down to grab the bottle, she smirked. "It's just one of those days, huh?"
"Is it that obvious?" I grimaced.
"Not at all," she whispered with a shake of her head, pouring the liquor that I asked for in the short glass that she placed in front of me a second ago...only to raise an eyebrow at me when I grabbed a hold of it as soon as it was ready to be grabbed a hold of, "Oh...sweetheart, you should know that that right there is eighty proo—"
I chugged her eighty proof, slamming the glass down on the counter afterwards...
Looking into it, she bit her lip when she saw that it was completely empty. "Well."
"Yeah."
"You must be thirsty," she told me, holding back a smile.
Clearing my throat, I tried to apologize for my alcoholic tendencies but Esme, she just rolled her eyes at me as she grabbed another glass, "Don't go telling me that you're sorry for something that you don't need to be sorry for," she whispered, pouring herself a generous amount of the same brown liquid that she started refilling my own glass with afterwards, "So what if you deal with your bad days by drinking enough whiskey that could probably put a grown man to sleep for a week? After all, who am I to judge when I deal with my own troubles by cooking enough food that could feed an entire army of starving soldiers...twice?"
"Touche," I grinned a grin...
That she casually returned, tapping her glass against mine. "Touche."
After watching the woman down the liquor that her twenty four year old couldn't handle, and without a single fucking complaint about the 'strength' of its taste, at that...I shook my head a awe, feeling nothing but hella proud to be in this broad's company right now. "Well done, Mrs. Cullen," I congratulated her, taking a second or two to finish off my own drink before I continued, "Excuse my words but, if you had a set of balls, just know that they'd be a whole lot bigger than your son's, judging from the lack of a certain grimace that he definitely sported when he took a sip of the same liquor that you just handled like a champ..."
"Speaking of Edward...tell me, Bambina. How long have the two of you been friends?"
Looking away from his mother, I shrugged a shrug that contained held back anger, cursing my existence for bringing up someone who I didn't want to talk about right now. "A couple of weeks, I guess...maybe two months at the most."
"And how has he been behaving himself?"
"Uhm..." lie, lie, lie... "He's, you know, pretty coo—"
Grabbing a hold of my chin, she interrupted me. "Your opinion, how you feel about my son...whether it's good, bad, or both...it won't offend me, Bella. Sure, he can be 'pretty cool' at times but his 'my way is the only way' attitude, it tends to overshadow that factor and turn him into what us females call a prick...which is something that he definitely inherited from his father because let me tell you..."
My eyes widened. "Oh...no, no...Edward, he's totally amaz—"
Her grip on my chin tightened as she narrowed her eyes at me. "I want the truth."
"Honestly?"
"Honestly."
I exhaled. "Edward Cullen is nothing but an over-the-top arrogant sonofabitch. One who's demanding, controlling, and possessive. One who claims that he can take a hint yet so can't. One who thinks that he's 'all that in a bag of potato chips' which, you know, might be true yet so...fucking...is...n't..." I slowed down a bit at the end when I noticed the raised eyebrow that my ramble earned itself, "Did I...I took it a little too far, didn't I?"
"Like I said," she grinned, letting go of me, "No worries."
I grimaced, feeling like total shit for talking to her like that about her son...
Her retarded son, but nonetheless...her son.
When I went to tell Esme to just pay me no mind, and that I was just talking out of my ass, she continued, "Edward, he's always been like that. Even when the kid was younger, he had this...I don't know, ability, you can say...of being comfortable in his own skin. Drove the female population around here crazy for some unknown reason but what can you do, that's just...him, I guess..."
I smiled, before a thought came to mind. "Hey, Esme?"
"Mm?"
"What does Edward do for a living, if you don't m—"
She choked on the water that she started drinking...
Jumping out of my seat, I leaned across the counter, "Oh God, I'm so...I'm so sorry, Esme!" I tried, patting the lady's back to help her out while she coughed a couple of coughs that had me grimacing a grimace that was filled with regret, "I didn't mean to ma—"
"N—nonsense!" she stuttered, brushing my assistance away with a simple shake of the head, "I'm...I'm perfectly fine...just went down the wrong tube. Let's uh...let's get ourselves another drink, shall we?"
Noticing the time, I stopped her from lifting the bottle that she quickly grabbed a hold of, "I'd honest to God love to, Esme, but...I promised myself that I'd leave after one drink..."
"Lightweight."
Digging into my bag, I grinned at her remark, "Thanks for the whiskey, boozer."
She narrowed her eyes at the twenty dollar bill that I placed on top of the counter.
"Esme, no..."
"Take your money back."
"Come on," I groaned, "That's not fair. So what if I know your son, I...I insulted him!"
"Please, child," she scoffed, snatching up the green piece of paper that I left for her before leaning across the counter to shove it back into my bag, "Your drinks, they'll always be on the house here...as long as you keep on visiting my lonesome self, of course."
"Esme, that's unnecessa—" spotting the glare, I pressed my lips together. "You suck."
A wink was what I got, as she turned around, "I'll see you around, Bambina."
Reaching the porch, I raised an eyebrow at the kid that I found leaning against the railing, smoking a cigarette with the fingers that weren't busy typing into the phone that seemed to be holding his undivided attention. "Blue Eyes?"
Looking up from the bright screen, Jasper's expression of boredom, it changed into something that I couldn't read. "Brown Eyes, what..." giving the front door a quick glance, he tossed the cancer stick over his shoulder, letting it land on the yard as he started heading over towards me, "What are you doing here?"
"What do you mean, what am I doing here? I've been here...for the last month..."
"You have?"
"Your fucktart cousin, he didn't tell you that?" I asked, walking up to the front door.
"Uh, no...I guess not…" stopping me from pushing the door open by wrapping his fingers around my elbow, Jasper gave the yard a nod, "Why don't we take a walk, or something? It's real nice out and I'm kind of sick of staying insi—"
"Why are you acting so weird?"
"I'm not acting weird."
"Are to."
"Alright, listen..." he whispered, letting go of me as he stepped in front of the door, thinking that that would honestly stop me from doing what I wanted to do, which was to go the fuck inside already, "Andy, he...he has some company over, and..."
"And?"
"Your brother's here."
I raised an eyebrow at that, placing my arms across my chest. "My brother's here?"
He nodded...
Which had me nodding, too...cause you know what, ladies?
Now sounded like the perfect time to motherfucking play...
"Great," I whispered, kind of excited, "Now, if you'll get the fuck out of my way..."
He narrowed his eyes at smile that my lips formed, "B, whatever you're planning..."
"Is nothing that you need to be a part of," I finished, shoulder shoving him away from the door before twisting the handle that the kid interrupted me from twisting when I first got here...stepping inside, I ignored the glare that was coming from the redhead who was sitting on the couch, "Where's this company that you spoke o—"
"Bella, come on..."
Looking down, I narrowed my eyes at the fingers that grabbed a hold of my sleeve to stop me from heading over towards the kitchen. "You must not be attached to those digits of yours..."
Blue Eyes cringed, quickly disentangling the fingers that he evidently wanted to keep from my fabric, knowing exactly how crazy I can get when I needed to make a point. "Good boy," I whispered, patting the top of his head before walking away from him...
And the kitchen door, it was kicked open, by yours truly.
Andy, Emmett, James, and Edward - who apparently served as Blondie's seat - were all sitting around the kitchen table, which was all motherfucking good and amazing but what wasn't, was the shit that they were messing around with. My brother, as soon as he saw that it was me who interrupted their 'activities,' he pushed the coke-lined mirror that was placed in front of him over to James...ignoring the raised eyebrow that his quick change of plans created as he kept his attention on me, "B, what are you doing here?"
Ignoring Edward...who knew that I was up to no good as he lifted Blondie off of his lap with a warning-filled whisper of my name…I grinned. "How fucking cute is that?" I asked no one specifically, giving the mirror a nod as I started making my way over to where they were all at. Reaching the table as soon as Cullen stood up, I grabbed a hold of what was sitting in front of Andy's cousin and before he could stop me, I tossed it and whatever shit it was supporting over my fucking shoulder...
Andy, Emmett, and Ms. I'll-Suck-Your-Dick-For-A-Ten-Spot...all three of them froze.
Edward, he just shook his head at me.
James on the other hand, growled as he shot out of his chair, "You fucking bi—"
"Yo!" Em interrupted as his eyes snapped over to his buddy's form...his buddy's form that was shaking in nothing but noticeable rage while he just stood there, looking at me like he wanted to fucking murder my ass, "Chill the fuck o—"
"Chill the fuck out?" he asked incredulously, "She fucking tossed our shi—"
Keeping his attention on James, my brother, he told me to go home...acting like I'd actually listen to that horseshit. "Now why would I go and do that?" I asked him as I walked around the table that we were all surrounding now, "When I can do this?" I finished, yanking Andy's body over to mine as soon as I reached him...only to hype it up some by biting my lip at the grunt that left my buddy's being after it was slammed into my own, "Hey, baby," I whispered yet...didn't.
"B—Baby?" I heard Emmett shout in disbelief, "Wait, hold the fuck up...baby?"
Keeping my 'love-struck' gaze on Andy's constipated 'holy hell, what's going on right now?' one, I nodded as I ran my hands down Hardy's chest. "Yeah, Em. Baby," I confirmed when my fingers reached the waistband of his jeans. Pulling him forward, I started walking backwards, "As in, we fuck," I clarified in an obvious fib-a-roo, more than happy to add to my brother's typical temper...
The one that was quickly escalating, judging from the growl that came out of him as he kicked the table out of his way after I pushed the kitchen door open and the last thing that I saw before the door shut behind Andy was Edward grabbing a hold of Em's shoulders when he shot out of his seat...
Holla.
Wanting to tone it down a bit before I had to bring it back up once more, I let go of Andy's jeans to take a hold of his hand instead. Leading him through the living room, I shook my head at Blue Eyes, who stopped talking to the redhead that he was sitting with as soon as he saw us, "Not now, dude," I told Pixie's man when he stood up from the couch, "Things to see, people to do..."
Locking the door after we stepped inside his room, Andy, it seemed as if he snapped out of his shock as he pushed me up against it and stuck his tongue down my fucking throat. Shoving him away from me, I slapped my hand over my mouth to keep the vomit from escaping it, cause... "Jesus Christ, man...what the hell's wrong with you? Chill...chill out."
"What?"
"I said chill out...as in, take it a little fucking slower..."
"Huh?"
Rolling my eyes at the puzzled expression that my clarification got, I walked away from the kid who could seriously be a complete moron at times...only to start pacing the room after a minute or two passed by in nothing but calm silence, wondering what the hell was taking my brother so fucking long for shit would've normally popped off a while ag—
"Yo!" Em's booming voice interrupted my thoughts as he knocked a knock that should've blown the door over, "Open up!"
"We're a little busy right now, Emmett, why don't you come back la—" deciding that that wasn't enough, I ran over to Andy and no lie...body slammed him into the door with a moan of "Oh, baby!" that definitely...definitely, overshadowed his groan...
"So help me God!" my brother growled, banging on the solid surface that I pulled Andy off of before I started dragging him over towards my next idea, "If I find out that you're fucking my goddamn sister, Hardy...you're done! Fucking done, my man!"
Letting go of the kid who was 'done,' I climbed onto his bed before I started jumping on it, which had the springs creaking something delicious, "Oh shiiiiiiiit!" I screamed in nonexistence pleasure while Andy stared at me as he scratched the back of his head, looking all bewildered and whatnot, "That's it, baby! Right there, that's the spot—ohhhhhhhhhhh, Lord have mer—"
"Emmett, stop!" I heard Cullen tell him on the other side before he cursed something that totally had me pursing my lips together in hilarity as I continued with the high jumps, "Dude, you...did you seriously just fucking bite m—"
"I'm three seconds away from breaking down this goddamn door, Kiddo! Three!"
Deciding that it was time to put this little show to an end, I kicked my legs out so that I could land on my ass. Making my way over to the kid whose body was frozen, I ran my fingers through my hair to make it appear all 'girls gone wild' before I started yanking on Hardy's locks, "And there it is," I hummed, giving his appearance a satisfied nod after I was done with it, "Let's go."
"Two," Em continued as I led Andy across the room, "O—"
Pulling the door open, I stopped Em from breaking something that I didn't feel like replacing with a shit-eating grin. "Excuse us, boys," I whispered breathlessly, yanking Andy out of the room after I side stepped the three dudes who were standing there, "My man and I, we're in need of some food, what with all of that energy that we just burned in there, doing God only knows wha—"
Edward, he reached out to grab me but I took a hold of his fingers and bent them backwards with a deadly growl of "Try me, motherfucker..." Ignoring the hiss of pain that left his cousin's dumb-ass, Jasper pushed my brother up against the wall when he noticed that he was a second away from charging towards Hardy, who was busy tripping over his feet as I practically dragged his stunned ass down the hallway.
Reaching the living room, I let go of him. "Why don't you go outside, get some fresh air," I suggested, only because he seemed like he needed it, "I'll wait for you in here."
He nodded, looking all dazed and confused as he turned around and left me.
Taking a seat on the couch after he stepped outside, I ignored the 'looks' that I was receiving from the two broads who were sitting on the recliner…until I honestly couldn't anymore, "I'm fucking warning you, bi—"
"You lost your fucking mind."
Looking over to the left, I raised an eyebrow at Edward. "Excuse me?"
"You didn't fucking hear me?"
Looking away from his goddamn attitude, I rolled my eyes...only to narrow them a few seconds later when I found the prick standing in front of me, "What the hell can I fucking help you with, Cullen?"
"What the hell can you fucking help me with?" he laughed, lifting me off of the couch by giving my arm a yank that had me looking at him like he was the one who lost his fucking mind, "I'll fucking show you what the hell you can fucking help me w—"
"Let the fuck go!"
"You fucking got it," he said, giving my being a shove that had me falling back…stepping up onto the couch like a hooligan, he straddled my lap, "Go ahead, Bae. Give me something else to do, I'm fucking ready —"
"I'm going to kick your ass so fucking hard, you'll be —"
"Shut up," he gritted, cutting my threat off by covering up my mouth with the hand that wasn't holding me back. Feeling my lips spreading apart underneath his palm, he shook his head at me, "Bite me, Bella...I fucking dare you to bite m—"
So, I fucking bit him like okay, and he snapped.
He did the whole 'I'm going to choke the shit out of you' motion with his hands in front of my neck, which, of course...made me laugh because honest to God...did the kid really need to be that dramatic? "I swear to Christ, if you weren't a fucking chick, I'd —"
"Uhm, like...what's going on?"
Sluts.
"Tanya, Vicky...unless you two want to be witnesses to this one's murder," he paused to push me back as I went to lean forward, "I suggest that you fucking leave. Now."
As soon as Edward and I were left alone, I started smacking his chest to try to fight him off of me but his strength against mine, it was ridiculous while he just sat there and took the hits that my palms were producing. Getting enough after a minute, he grabbed a hold of my arms and pressed them against the couch, keeping them by my sides as he leaned forward to place his face in front of mine, "What the fuck were you thinking?"
"Get away from my goddamn fa—"
"What's this game that you're trying to play, Bella?"
"I'm not trying to play any fucking game, Edward."
"So, what, you're fucking Andy now?" he asked me with an irritated raised eyebrow...
That I laughed at, "Of course I'm fucking Andy. I mean, I thought that I made tha—"
"Bullshit," he cut me off, pushing himself away from me as he got off of the couch.
Rubbing my arms, I shrugged, staying in place. "Think what you want, Cullen..."
"This game of yours, it needs to fucking stop, Bae, cause I'm telling you right now..."
"Thinking that you can actually tell me what to do, that's where you got me all f—"
"You're so fucking stupid, man."
"Excuse me?" I asked, taken aback by that a bit.
"This whole thing that you decided to start is going to end up getting someone hurt," he told me as he took a couple of steps back, "I want you to fucking keep that in mind while you continue playing this game that you're 'not' playing..."
Looking away from the door that he slammed shut after he walked out of the house, I sat up a little bit to straighten out my clothes, "Whatever," I mumbled to myself, thinking that the kid was just going overboard because it wasn't even that fucking serious right now.
Stepping back inside, my buddy who was done with the breather that he apparently needed earlier gave me a smile that I forcibly returned...one that turned into a hidden grimace when he started heading over to where I was sitting, "So, are we a 'thing' now, or what?"
I looked at him as he took a seat, "We'll uh...take it slow, see how it goes, and...shit."
With a nod, he sat back...only to then pull me over to his side with his arm that found itself draped over my shoulder. "Take it slow...see how it goes, and...shit. I like that."
Moron.
Trust me, ladies...
I know.
Catching the familiar sounds of those heavy ass footstomps that I had absolutely no problem recognizing, I snuggled up to Andy's side...just in the nick of time, too...as his thunderous voice started echoing throughout the living room that he didn't even reach yet, "Let me see that motherfucker touching her in any way and I swear to God, Whitlock...I'll rip his fucking arm out of its socke—"
Andy, he didn't wait for Em to finish as he quickly pushed himself off of the couch.
Placing my hoodie over my head, I sat back as Emmett and Jasper entered the living room, "Hey," I smiled because I was here to do one thing and one thing only, which involved fixing whatever needed to be fixed, "What's a happening, dudes?"
Shaking his head, Blue Eyes followed my brother as he walked over to where I was at. Taking a seat on the spot that Hardy flew off of, my brother gave the hoodie that was covering my hair a tug that I successfully ignored, "You tell me, Bella."
Ignoring that, I looked over at Jasper after he sat down on my other side. "Yes?"
"No?" he asked back, cause all of a sudden, we were playing what's the opposite of...
Grabbing a hold of my hand, Em went to pull me off of the couch that he stood up from but I wrapped my fingers around Jasper's arm and stopped that shit from happening by yanking my wrist out of the grip that formed around it, "Get the fuck up, Bella."
"Get the fuck lost, Emmett."
He laughed a laugh so manical... "How long has this shit been going on, Kiddo?"
"How long have you been on dope, Emmett Bear?"
He exhaled something ragged...standing above me all tense as he lowered his head and rubbed his face, "I can't fucking believe you, man...messing around with Hardy, of all people..."
"How's Rose?"
Dropping his hand, he met my eyes with dark ones that held nothing but fucking irritation...irritation that apparently formed from having to talk about the subject that I brought up, "What does Rose have to do with anything?"
I laughed, shaking my head at him as I leaned back to place my arms across my chest. "You're this close to losing a chick who would honest to God do anything for you and you don't even fucking care..."
"Stop trying to change the subj—"
"Emmett, tell me..." I interrupted, "When was the last time that you saw your girl?"
"What are you trying to say here, Bella?"
"You're asking the wrong motherfucker, Em."
"You think...you honestly think, that I'm what, fucking around on Rose?"
I shrugged, keeping my eyes on the ones that widened. "You said it, man...not me."
"Are you..." keeping my arms across my chest after he lowered his face down to mine, I told myself to relax...that this unexpected hostility was a good sign as he pressed his forehead against my own with a growl, "You think that I'm cheating on Rose, though?" he asked me in a voice too low...before he plain out shouted "Are you fucking kidding m—"
"Hey now," Blue Eyes whispered, pushing my brother away from me before placing his arm across my chest to stop him from coming at me again, "Chill out with all of that crap, McCarty...getting in your sister's face like that, what the hell are you do—"
Grabbing a hold of my leg, Emmett went to pull me off of the couch but Jasper, he saved my ass from landing on the floor by lifting me up into the air and placing my feet on top of the cushion that I was sitting on a second ago. "Alright, let's go smoke a cigarette," he told Em...only to shove him back when he tried to get to me, "You're starting to fucking piss me off, McCarty. Let's go smoke a cigarette."
"This isn't done," he told me, trying to hide how fucking disappointed he was as he walked away from me, his shoulders slumped in nothing but goddamn uncertainty...
"Never said that it was," I replied in some nonchalant manner, playing it as cool as I could on the outside yet hurting so fucking much on the inside, knowing for sure that my words were creating nothing but crazy thoughts that he didn't need to deal with but they had to be said because something...something had to fucking change...
He wasn't himself.
And if he wasn't himself, then who the fuck was he?
I needed him back.
I needed Emmett McCarty back.
Because without him, then who...who the fuck am I?
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