OMC it's been ages! I'm sorry, but I got sich (again) and my beta's been busy. And I've been busy too... Hmmm... High school really sucks, sometimes. Ya'll oughtta know I don't own this, and ya'll know who the thanks goes to every update, so put it down???
After a rushed explanation to Emmett, and I quick dusting off of the sand we'd recently aquired, we were running down the beach like bats out of hell. I had nearly slapped him for tackling me a moment after I hung up on Edward (he thought it'd be funny to pick up more sand), but no way was I ruining my first chance. No, I wouldn't risk my newfound relationship. I let the scene play out in my mind as we ran...
After my rushed explanation and my first dusting off, Emmett stared at me. I admit, I liked having the attention, but the way he was staring made me suspicious. So I followed my first instinct and stared right back.
They say to follow your first instinct, but look at it this way: You see a guy(or girl, whatever your preference) walking by your house, and your first instinct is to jump through your second story window, potentially harming yourself, to say 'hi' to a person who may be in a stable relationship or go the other way. Or both, if you're a really sorry loser. Then you see the door that leads fifteen steps to the front door. Fast. Easy. Casual. Perfect.
For me, staring back was jumping through the window.
Emmett roared playfully and tackled me to the sand, where he attacked my lips again, not that I was complaining. Really, how dense are you?
So, when he finally let our lips take a break for a second, I tried to gasp, "We need to h-"
He resumed, again...
Another break. It took me a few seconds to recall my purpose, and regain my breath. "Seriously, we need to hur-"
His lips silence mine once more. Serioudly, did he ever run out of breath?
I managed to persuade him to roll over, but found that my attempt to somehow disentangle myself from him was hopeless; he had me in his vicegrip. Being that he's over 99.9% muscle... My muscle, I couldn't help but think.
Finally, he realized that my face was turning a blue-like color, and snapped out of his hormone driven attack. "Oh!" he gasped, letting go of me, resulting in my sliding off him and onto the gritty sand that already covered both of us. "You okay?"
After recovering my lungs, I breathed, "Great, but, as I was saying..."
"You were saying something?"
I mock-glared at his smirk, and stated, "We need to hurry."
"Why?"
He had to ask. I rolled my eyes as I stated the obvious. "Parents...?"
His face twisted in mock-horror.
"Race you there!" I shreiked, charging across the sand.
"Hey!" he yelled after me. "That's not fair!"
"In my book, it is," I ruggedly gasped.
I didn't notice how fast he had caught up to me. I giggle-screamed as he poked me in the side, cringing in ticklishness as he dragged me to the ground, tickling mercilessly along the way.
"E-E-Emmett! Le-et me-he-he up-p-p!" I laughed, squirming under his vice grip.
"Say it!" he growled in my ear, earning fresh peals of laughter.
"Say-y-y what?"
"It!"
"It? Emmett, are you ill-l-l?!"
He stopped and smiled. "Ready to go?"
I tried to glare at him as I dusted off sand, then glared at him more as he dusted himself. It's really hard to glare when, just a few milleseconds before, you were laughing your head off. Then, of course, he kissed my cheek, reminding me that I didn't really care, anyway. Besides that, if we hurried..."Well?"
"What?"
My poor boyfriend (had to stop myself from screaming at the thought) could be so dim.
"We gotta go, teddy bear!"
"Oh, yeah!"
Instantaneously, we resumed our sprint, as if an avalanche were on our heels. An avalanche of... Never mind...
I let my mind wonder as we ran. Reveling at the ease and simplicity of being with Emmett. I never beleived in soulmates before, but I had to let the word slip into my mind. But we're only fourteen. But we've been best friends forever. So just go with the flow.
Finally, good job brain!!!
"Why are Emmett and Alice running down the beach?"
Spoke to soon...
Mom was giving hugs to the La Push crew, and Daddy was talking to the general group. Well, it was a good two hours... I had to agree with my brain again. My parents, as lovely as they may be, weren't that leniant. Not sneak-down-the-beach-to-do-who-knows-what leniant. At least as far as I know...
My brain started to panic for a fluttering second; what was my excuse? Um... Me and Emmett were only kissing, I swear! I mean, like I'd go past first on the beach. Oh, yeah. That's blow over real well...
But then a miracle happened.
"They were racing. We made them because they were getting too hyper," Edward said casualy. "Just blowing off steam."
I could have kissed him! If it wouldn't be a dead give-away... So I took the childish approach of improv.
"I win! I win!" I sang, skipping circles around the rest of the group, who were (thankfully) acting along.
"Okay," Mom laughed, catching me in a hug. "You're getting giddy. Time to go home."
So tonight really is my night.
The guys rode with Daddy (insert pout here), while the girls went with Mom. In true Esme fashion, two guest rooms were set up with pajamas, mani-pedi stuff for the girls, video games for the guys, and the beads were all fixed(not that we'd actually use them) with the king-sized one for the girl, and some air mattresses for the guys, who find it repulsive to sleep within ten feet of each other on any surface.
The rules were clarified (co-ed activities in living room only, no prank-calling adults or landlines, no going outside, and clean up any snack mess). The basics. We stood and smiled like angels until they went into their room, but then we were off-the-wall. Oh yeah! Let the hyper-activity rise! Racing for the guest rooms and the bathrooms, we started off the night by changing into sand-free clothing (PJs). Jazz and Rose beat us all to the two available bathrooms, being more agile from the two weeks in the country they spend each summer. Rose stuck out her tongue as she swung into the downstairs bathroom, leaving me and Emmett in the hallway all alone. For the first time in a whole half-hour (forever in new couple time).
As soon as the lock clicked, Emmett had me spun and pinned against the wall, no space between us as he attcked my lips. When we came up for air, his forehead against mine, he panted tiredly, "That was the most uncomfortable car ride in the history of uncomfortable car rides."
"Why?" I giggled softly.
"It was suicidal!" he muttered. "The father of my girlfriend driving..."
I giggled more. "But he doesn't know," I pointed out, leaning to catch his lips again.
"Still," he mumbled around kisses. "Suicidal..."
Luckily, I heard the lock click before the door opened. I shoved Emmett off before Rosalie came out, muttering something about a movie and how Edward isn't very good at picking comedies.
I hopped into the bathroom and changed and brushed my hair and teeth. As I came out, Emmett was no where in sight. I tip-toed silently into the living room and asked, casually, "Where's Emmett?" At leat I think it was casual. My heart was kinda pounding too hard to hear much...
The response was a pair of arms lifting me and spinning me around, and a booming voice saying, "You take too long!"
I giggled goofily like a love-sick puppy and sat on the love-seat, sprawling out. I looked at Emmett upside down and batted my eyelashes. My heart felt so fluttery, and I kept giggling. Hey, you would too if you had a boyfriend like mine. Insert romantical sigh here...
Rosalie cued up a movie that I had no interest in, and Edward and Bella threw popcorn at each other across the room. Jasper pulled Bella to sit beside him on the angled couch, just as Rosalie draped herself across Edward. Emmett turned the light off, then came and lifted me with ease, laying me on top of him.
I lifted my head to give him one last, sweet kiss before I relaxed my muscles in turn, soon falling asleep in his arms.
It was definately my day.
A/N: Okay, I think this fluffiful chapter deserves reviews!!! PLEASE!!!!!