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Chapter 7. Emmi-Bear
I saw Emmett's huge form standing at the bottom of the escalator. He was standing with his feet apart and arm's crossed, looking more like a three hundred pound WWF wrestler than my Emmi-bear. He had to have gained fifty more pounds of muscle since he had moved here! As soon as he saw me, a gigantic smile spread across his face. Once the old couple in front of me had moved the hell out of my way! I ran and Jumped into his arms, squealing.
"Emmi-bear!!! I have missed you!!!" I practically screamed.
"Cub-B (cubby), I have missed you too!!! I see you are working the sweat pants!" he laughed while still holding me in tight bear hug, my feet dangling off the ground.
"What? No Tinker-Bells, Wedding-Bells, Church-Bells, Hells-Bells……what else?…School-Bells perhaps?" I was giggling at this time.
"Hey! I have YEARS to use all my nicknames for you". He smiled and kissed my forehead before setting me on my feet. Tinker-Bells is what he called me when he thought I was being sweet or girly. Wedding-Bells is what he used when I was dating Jake. Church-Bells is what he used to call me, teasing me about my virginity and wholesome ways. Hells-Bells is what he used, when I got pissed off, usually when Hells-Bells is being used all people around me should be scared. Bells-of fury was a step up from Hells-Bells, no one ever wanted to see Bells-of fury. But Cub-B….well, Cub-B is the nickname he gave me when I was a baby.
Even back when Emmett was four years old, he gave bear hugs. Everyone called him bear, and since I was a baby, he said I was his cub. Once I was old enough to talk, I wanted people to call me B; it wasn't as "girly" as Isabella, Bella, or Bells. So, he started calling me Cub-B. Once he started calling me Cub-B, I started calling him Emmi-Bear. We loved our nicknames for each other; well…lets say I just tolerated some of mine.
Emmett and I had been extremely close throughout our lives. When his parents passed away, Charlie took him in, Emmett was twelve. Emmett became more of a big brother than just a cousin, we were only four years apart. Once Emmett graduated high school, he stated that "the women of the world have suffered long enough, and that his sexy self was going to LA sp they can finally see's God's true gift to women.", he was going to become a movie star. Well Charlie and I both just rolled our eyes, but supported his decision. To our amazement, once Emmett arrived in LA, he got himself an agent, and began college, taking classes that would help his acting. He got his first role, six months after moving to LA, and has only became more successful, landing better parts by each passing month. Emmett in no way a huge movie star raking in "millions" per movie, but he definitely was beginning to be a household name; or at least a familiar face. All in all, he shocked everyone in Desoto, and everyone watched whatever TV show or movie he was in.
"Come on lets get your luggage, and go home….are you hungry ( I nodded yes)…Good me too, I haven't ate in like….4 hours! (I shook my head and started giggling)" He grabbed my hand and we started towards baggage claim.
"Thanks again for the first-class tickets Em! I think you have ruined flying in coach for me though" I smiled sweetly and squeezed his hand.
"Don't mention it Tinker-Bells….so the ride was nice?…did you meet anyone exciting?….I always meet the neatest people on planes…well, usually women with nice…..ummm…assets" he looked at me and wiggled his eye brows.
"Ewwww Em! TMI!!!!….but yeah I met a really nice guy….ugh…but then made an ass out of my self, like usual"! I was shaking my head in shame.
"Really what was his name….did you fall or something, spill something on yourself……no, no I got it, your luggage flew open, peppering him with your underwear?….hahaha I bet that's what happened, that totally sounds like you…….poor guy…hahaha" he was shaking with laughter as he grabbed my luggage, and placed it on a luggage cart.
"Umm…well…first of all fuck you, and no that did not happen!….and….huh?… I guess I don't know his name….DAMN!…I guess he shall ever be known as Mc! As in McHottie. See I gave him the nickname McHottie at the Arkansas terminal. He caught my eye, and even though I couldn't really see his face, he was hot, but then once I took my seat on the plane, he was sitting next to me! We had a great conversation, he gave me the nickname peaches, by the way, and I was too embarrassed to tell him I named him McHottie so I told him his nickname was Mc, Then after talking for a little bit he told me he was an actor and he said California girls don't hold a candle to a country girl, and that I was the most amazing country girl he had ever met! Continuing our conversation, I told him about my obession with "fishin in the dark", and I felt offended by his reaction, and so told him off! I mean like Hells-Bells, Bells-of fury, kind of tell off!! But then I felt like a Jackass when he told me he had the same obession and was just shocked, I apologized and then basically ran off the plane into your arms!" I finally took a breath. I looked up at Emmett's shitty-ass smirk.
"Let me get this straight, You had an extremely long conversation with an actor you met, who's name you don't know. Who face you never really saw, but you think is HOT. He basically tells you that you are the woman he wants to marry, and…you go all Bells-of Fury on him…he then proceeds to tell you that he is just as crazy as you are….then you run away?….does that sum it all up?" he was asking with an incredulous voice.
"Yeah….oh, well he has a very sexy southern accent and is from Arkansas! He said he is doing pretty well with the whole acting thing……hey?….Emmi-Bear" I was smirking now.
"Nope….sorry Bella-of the Ball…I am sure there are a lot of actors from Arkansas, and I do know a few, but I am sure there are hundreds that I don't know….anyways, most actors keep their personal shit to themselves, and not many actors maintain their accent, while acting, and even if they do, they usually stay in character during breaks…so…unless you can pick him out of a picture…..(he gave me an apologetic smile) there is no chance….Besides, I would never introduce you to any of the actors I know! Cub-B, (he sighed) you don't want to get involved with actors….I want to keep you away from all that is "Hollywood" and it's shitty people! I love you too much to let anyone, pull you into that black hole!" he gave me a smile.
"Em, aren't you part of that "black hole"? And what's so shitty about Hollywood! It's seems kinda….well…different, in a fancy, miniature dog, tanned kinda way…..but interesting, none the less! You seemed to like it!" I huffed at him, and he gave me a stern look.
"Look Isabella, you deserve much more than some jerk, whose image is more important than their girlfriend…ok? DROP IT…..I haven't seen you in forever and I am not going to fight over something that is never going to happen!" He grabbed me in another bear hug, and kissed me on the cheek.
I sighed, then giggled. "That suck ass!!! There is no way I could pick him out of a picture! I didn't even get a good look at his hair color! He was wearing a huge sweat shirt…(giggle)....man(whining)! And to think it could have been true love!" I began to giggle at the ridiculousness of the whole situation, Emmett was right, why fight over something or somebody that would never happen! Emmett set me down on my feet and ruffled my hair, he grabbed my hand again and began dragging me through the airport.
Once we climbed into his truck, he looked over at me. "Cub-B, I am really happy you moved here, I missed you a lot, I really hope you like it here in California because (he smirked), I am going to make your life here so great, you'll never want to go back!" I Just rolled my eyes. He had been saying that same lame ass line for the last four months now. He is so corny! But I love him anyways.
After thirty to forty five minutes of driving, we pulled into a driveway with a huge entrance. I eyed him suspiciously. The last time we had talked he was living in an apartment. We drove down a long cement driveway, and pulled in to a gigantic garage. I turned in my seat and stared at him incredulously, he threw his hands up in defense.
"Cub-B! look I didn't say anything about it because I bought it like six months ago! I had a large part in two blockbuster movie's and decided to buy a house. I wanted you to have a home! Not an apartment! Don't look at me like that!…it's not like I bought you the house, I just bought it… for you, so maybe this whole move wouldn't be so hard….it's only eight acres! With a barn…but I wanted horses so we can ride like we used too….your face is going to freeze like that!…and the house isn't like…that big…just a two story, four bedroom house with a den…..WHAT?" his arms were crossed against his chest now, and his chin jutted out in defiance.
I couldn't be upset that he had probably blown most of his savings on this house, even though I knew that he would have never bought it, if it wasn't for me. I hate it when people spend money on me. But the gesture was so sweet. "Ohh….(I began crying)….you know it's too much!!!…you really didn't have to spend a whole bunch of money just cuz I was moving in with you…..but…I….it just….ohh Emmi-Bear I love you…you are the bestest big brother in whole wide world!" I threw my arms around him, and he began tearing up too. He loved it when I called him Brother rather than Cousin, just like I like it when he called me, little sis.
"I just don't want you to regret moving to California…and I am going to be gone for months at a time…and it's an investment little sis!…Tinker-Bells, look at me ( I stared at him with teary eyes) I would do anything for you….you know that right?"
"Of course I do Emmi-Bear….of course I do" I began wiping the tears from my face.
"Good, now come on I have been dying to bring you home! You are going to love it! My friend's mother loves to decorate and she flew all the way to California to design and decorate the house…..and that includes your room!" he was tugging me towards the house.
Not huge my ASS! The house was massive, maybe not to California standards, but definitely in "farmer's daughter" standards. It was a two story plantation style home, it even had a red front door. As soon as I stepped inside my breathe caught. It reminded me of the farm house in Georgia, but classier. The walls were a tan color and all of the trim was white. The furniture was made out of dark wood, and dark leathers with touches of silver and glass. It looked kinda like a rodeo show saddle had thrown up; but somehow it wasn't gouty or tacky, it was beautiful.
The bottom floor contained a huge kitchen, with all stainless steel appliances, and dark granite countertops. The front room, also known as the NO sitting room, since the couches were made out of expensive leather, and rugs on the floor were made out of cow-hides. A guest bathroom, and a formal dinning room. The den which took up the largest part of the bottom floor; contained a full bar five leather couches, the largest flat screen TV known to man, every gaming device ever made, a pool table, shuffle board, and a poker table. The rest of the bottom floor contained the master bedroom and bathroom. The second floor had a guest bathroom , a guest bedroom. An office with a huge desk and brand new computer system, Emmett explained this was for me, to do school work in. The rest of the floor contained my Bedroom and my own bathroom. I asked Emmett why would I get the largest bedroom and bathroom. He said that since he was going to be gone a lot that I deserved the bigger bedroom, plus it was close to the guest bedroom, and when he was gone I was probably going to want a friend stay with me. For being a jock that was all muscle, he sure thought everything through. He really knows how to make someone feel at home, and to show them how much he loves them.
When we approached my room he began to vibrate with excitement. He leaned against the wall next to the door with a beaming smile. I grabbed the door knob twisted and pushed to door open, then I gasped.
"Emmett! Where did you get all these pictures! Oh my God is this my saddle! Emmi….ohhh, Emmi….this is perfect…just….am-amaz-ing…you…you…are t-t-the b-b-b-best…" I was crying uncontrollably at this point. Emmett's strutted over and wrapped his massive arms around me.
"I had Charlie, ship me your saddle…I thought that it would be nice to have your own saddle here…as for the pictures, they are out of your scrap book…Jake sent me your favorites…my friend's mother suggested that it would give you a feeling of home, so she had them blown-up and turned them sepia (brown and off white color, making them look like old western pictures)…I'm so glad you like it…but I knew you would!….did you see that your guitar is here too…it's right over there by the window" he pointed towards the massive floor to ceiling window that made up the back wall of my room.
My Room! It was perfect. The walls where tan except the wall that the head of my king size bed was against, it was a dark brown color. Hanging on the walls were very large sepia photos of my childhood. Pictures of me fishing, hunting, riding my horse, partying, and working in the field. Pictures of me and Jake in a small boat in the middle of my pond. Pictures of Charlie and I, when I was a little girl holding his pinky with one small hand and holding a fishing pole, or a gun with my other while walking away from the camera. The pictures ranged from ages one to eighteen and made my room look almost like an art gallery. The rest of the room was decorated with the same dark wood, dark leather, with silver accents as down stairs. However Emmett's, friend's, mother had incorporated the dark brown of my wall, and accented it with color of turquoise, thus, tying everything together, making my room look like it belong in a magazine.
"you have to let me call your friend's mother and thank her Emmett!" I ran to him and began jumping up trying to kiss him on the cheek.
"I am sure Esme would love to know you love it…..come on I'll cook us some dinner while you call her" He grabbed my hand and led me downstairs. Once we got to the kitchen he grabbed the phone dialed it and handed it to me. I sat on one of the leather barstools that were pushed under the kitchen bar, as the phone rang.
"Hello?" The sweetest voice answered.
"Hi, my name is Isabella Swan and I am calling for Esme, may I speak to her?" I asked in my most genuine demure voice.
"Oh Isabella, sweetheart, it's so nice to put the voice with the face!"
"I just wanted to call and thank you for decorating my room! It's perfect! I don't know how you were able to make a room that is 100% all me, but you did! I even cried…it's so beautiful, and homey"
"Well, I am glad you like it sweetheart! I had a lot of fun doing it…I am sure Emmett has told you I love to decorate, and I never had a daughter, just two wonderful boys Edward and Jasper…it was a dream come true to finally decorate for a female that is not me!…and those pictures that your friend send were wonderful! I got my inspiration from them, you are quite unique Isabella!…and now talking to you, I can tell you are a lovely girl! Emmett should set you up with my son!….oh dear…..there I go again….(giggle)"
"(giggle)…well Esme anyone who has been raised by such a kind person is definitely, the kind of boy I would love to date…but Emmett is giving me the evil eye right now…(giggle)"
"(giggle) I know! He continued to give me that look when I told him that he should get you and Edward together….I think you two are one in the same…Emmett on the other hand gave ME the evil eye, and said that there is no way his Church-Bells was going to date a older man! (laugh) they are the same age!…"
"Yeah, Emmett is kinda protective of me….like a momma bear and her bear cub…..but he really is just a big teddy Bear (giggle).." I winked at Emmett., he rolled his eyes , picked up an apple from the fruit bowl, and continued talking on his cell phone….huh? When did his cell phone ring?
"ENOUGH you two hens!" Emmett started throwing fruit at me, starting with the apple. I was catching them with my right hand as my left held the phone, and stared at him. He was trying to distract me, from my conversation with Esme and his conversation with who ever he was talking to. I couldn't hear much of his conversation, he was whispering and Esme was still talking to me. Odd…why would he care if, I heard his conversation.
"Well, Esme…it was so nice talking to you…and thank you again….you are amazing!" I was eyeing Emmett, he seemed upset.
"Its you who is amazing Isabella….and you are so very welcome for your room…..if you ever just need someone to talk to don't hesitate to call ok?"
"Of course, Esme, it will be nice to have a female to talk too finally….speaking of, do you live close…maybe we could get lunch sometime?"
"Oh, Isabella you sweet sweet girl! I live out of state, but I do visit both of my son's often….maybe next time I am in town we can get together, how does that sound?"
"Wonderful Esme! I can't wait….well I need to get off the phone before Emmett finds something other than fruit to throw at my head!"
"Ok dear, I'll talk to you later?"
"Yes, most definitely…bye Esme."
"Goodbye Isabella." Click.
(whispering) "no you can't come here….I told you why….I don't care what your mom said….NO! absolutely not…..yes she did mention something about you….no….no way dude….I swear I'll kill you….I don't care….(Emmett realized I was no longer talking to Esme, and , thus listening to his hushed conversation)….ummm I have to go, we WILL talk about this later, bye" He was pacing in front of the kitchen sink, pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. When did he start doing that? Finally he let out a long exaggerated breathe, turned to me with a smirking smile.
"What Emmett?" I said as I rolled my eyes, hoping he would fill me in on his conversation, but knowing it wouldn't happen.
"Oh Esme, I would love to see you….oh Esme, thank you sooo much….anyone raised by you I would marry….oh Esme" He was taunting me, and clearly trying to distract me from the topic of his phone conversation, so I did what any girl would do, I hurled an apple at his head as hard as I could.
"first of all stop! Second of all Esme is awesome! I feel like I already know her, she has this motherly thing about her…I might have to adopt her to make her my mom…you know I do need one….if I am going to fit in with these girls here in LA, I probably shouldn't be so…..manly! Oh, why in the hell am I explaining anything to you? Clearly you have shit you want to keep me out of, so I'm not going to explain anything to you"
" Well you are right about me not telling you about that phone call (he said the last part with gritted teeth), But I will tell you that, Esme is a wonderful lady…..you should call her, she already thinks of you as a daughter…she said so when she finished your room….but I am not! REPEAT….NOT introducing you to Edward….he is an extremely busy guy, and I don't just mean BUSY with only work!!!….however you'll probably meet Jasper, he's Esme's oldest son, and is like my best friend and he's my manager….so let's eat I made hamburgers off the George Foreman! YUM!"
I just rolled my eyes, and grabbed the plate from his massive hands. "Emmi you do know that I am eighteen….and well…maybe I want to meet Esme's sons, and maybe I want to date someone who is "BUSY"…really Em, it's not really any of your business…I love and respect you, but I am grown up now"
"First of all…EWWW…second of all I know you are eighteen, but I don't care, there is a strict….no dating my friends rule in this household!!!!…speaking of, I have something I want to show you after dinner"
(snort) "Be serious Em! Anyone who is your friend, probably hangs out with models! None of them would want to "GET" with this anyway ( I pointed to my self while shoving the hamburger in my mouth, taking a ridiculously big bite)."
Emmett shook his head, " That (he pointed)…that right there is what would make any man especially the guys I know want to "GET" with you….that right there makes you the perfect woman! Charlie, Jake, and I created the perfect woman with our influences…..your friend Mc was right…California is not ready for my Cub-B…"
"Oh shut up Emmett, me being able to shove half a burger in my mouth is in no way sexy!"
"Well, it's definitely not to me….but Church-Bells…you are the perfect woman…I wish I could find a girl that is sarcastic, funny, purely beautiful, and smart. On top of that a girl that can hunt, fish, ride a horse, drive a tractor, play the guitar and sing, build a fire…Cub-B the list goes on and on…."
"I am not "purely beautiful" ( I rolled my eyes), I am plain and most guys are too scared and intimidated by me to date me….lets be serious here, I have only dated Jake, and that's because he knows I wouldn't kick his ass!"
"Cub-B I wish you would just take a look in the mirror….you are beautiful…you are prettier than eighty percent of the women in Hollywood…and YES guys didn't ask you out because they were intimidated by you, but not for the reasons you think. It was because they were intimidated by your beauty, inside and out!"
"Oh…well, I am not going to sit here and fight about "how beautiful" I am (I rolled my eyes again)….what do you say I run up stair and grab my guitar, I have been practicing a few new songs?"
"Sounds great Southern-Bells, I met you in the den". I nodded and ran up stairs, I grabbed my guitar and ran to the den.
" I have to say Cub-B, your coordination has become remarkably better" he was fighting back laughter.
"Oh shut it! Softball really helped, me…anywho, I am here what do you want to hear?"
"Well, before you sing my favorite song, you need to take a look at this" he handed me a piece a paper.
Emmett's house rules.
1. Church-Bells cannot have sex in the house EVER! or date Emmi's friends EVER!
2. Tinker-Bells is NEVER to ask Emmi-bear to buy or "pick her up" Tampons, maxi-pads, birth-control , Midol, or any "GIRLY" things that apply….or Condoms…can you say EWWW!
3. Hells-Bells and Bells-of fury, must never interfere with my "MOJO" while I have lady friends over, no matter how much their stupidity or blonde hair bother you. (You may say EWWW!, I know you want to).
4. Emmi-bear must meet anyone you plan "hanging out with" to insure
Wedding-Bells/Cub-B's safety.(California is nothing like Desoto, either are it's people).
5. Any of my "Bells" including Cub-B is to NEVER EVER…did I mention EVER! Allowed to walk around the house naked, in ANY sense of the word. I may be like a brother, but keep that shit covered…..please for my sanity.
The most important rule!
6. Cub-B must come home every Wednesday by 7:00pm, to play poker and get shit-face with Emmi-bear.
There are no amendments to these rules! I love you!
I began rolling in laughter after reading the list. Only Emmett would use most of my nicknames, and say "girly things", "MOJO", "keep that shit covered", and ending it with a poker night clause! "Ok Emmi-Bear, I promise to keep to all your rules….you are such a fucking guy!" I was still laughing.
"Yeah, well I think that these rules will help, both of us avoid, uncomfortable moments…and I promise you won't hear or see my…ummm…."MOJO"…..ok?…also you may use any of the vehicles in the garage when you need them, the keys are hanging in the kitchen, and I set up a checking account for you, for school books, lunch, gas, clothes….or anything you may want, here is your ATM card, and I don't want to hear any "NOs" I want to do this for you Cub-B, it's my brotherly duty…you don't have to worry about cleaning or grocery shopping, the housekeeper does all of that…here is your new I-phone, my number, Esme's number, and any other number I thought you might need are already programmed in it; if at any time you need to get a hold of me and you can't and it's an emergency call Jasper, he will be able to get a hold of me at anytime…ok? (I nodded, kinda overwhelmed by everything he just said)….….now Jelly-Belly….sing me break down here, it's your best song and stop staring me down, you are not working, you are going to enjoy your college experience, and for once not have to worry about minor things", he was clearly annoyed by my response, so I stopped staring at him and wrapped my arms around his big neck, giving his cheek a quick kiss.
"I love you more than words can say….I could never ask for a better big brother, because you hands-down the best". He smiled brightly at me, and then motioned at my guitar. I picked it up and began strumming it and singing.
Mile Marker 203...
The gas gauge leaning on the edge of E,
And I'll be dang if the rain aint pouring down.
There's something smoking underneath the hood,
It's a banging and a clanging and it can't be good,
And it's another 50 miles to the nearest town.
Everything I own is in the back in a hefty bag,
I'm out of cigarettes and I'm down to my last drag….
I sure hate to breakdown here,
Nothing up ahead or in the rearview mirror,
Out in the middle of nowhere knowing,
I'm in trouble if these wheels stop rolling.
So God help me, keep me moving somehow,
Don't let me start wishin I was with him now,
I've made it this far without crying a single tear,
And I'd sure hate to break down here.
A hundred fifty thousand miles ago,
Before the bad blood and busted radio,
You said I was all you'd ever need.
But love is blind and little did I know,
That you were just another dead end road,
Paved with pretty lies and broken dreams.
Baby leaving you is easier than being gone,
I don't know what I'll do if one more thing goes wrong…
I sure hate to breakdown here,
Nothing up ahead or in the rearview mirror,
Out in the middle of nowhere knowing,
I'm in trouble if these wheels stop rolling.
So God help me, keep me moving somehow,
Don't let me start wishin I was with him now,
I've made it this far without crying a single tear,
And I'd sure hate to break down here.
I sure hate to breakdown here,
Nothing up ahead or in the rearview mirror,
Out in the middle of nowhere knowing,
I'm in trouble if these wheels stop rolling.
So God help me, keep me moving somehow,
Don't let me start wishin I was with him now,
I've made it this far without crying a single tear,
And I'd sure hate to break down,
It's too late to turn around,
I sure hate to break down here.
Mile marker 215.
"That was beautiful Cub-B…..now play me another one!…Earn your keep girl!"