(A/N) [Please read. (: ] Mmk, sorry I've been updating so slowly lately. Life is catching up with me. :/ I really do hate this. I'm taking some advanced classes though, and I'm driving a lot more now, so it's difficult. I hope you guys understand. And, as many others, I was very depressed when I heard about Daddy's Little Cannibal. So I took a break. I'm sure you can fathom why. And, even when I do find time to write, I find myself leaning towards Star Crossed. I'm biased towards my own stories. XD How sad. If you've stuck with me, thanks. It means a lot. But just realize that Star Crossed will probably be updated more often than this story once summer starts, this weekend. (:
Many Shades Of Black
Ch. 5 (part two):
Chapter In Which Dreams Are Dreamt, Living Arrangements Are Decided Upon, And Alice Is Serenaded (...sort of).
Song(s):
Hahah... you'll see.
This was a lose-lose situation. I had no apartment anymore. I could move in with Bella, but she had guys over all the time, and I was sure James wouldn't be an exception. While I was thinking through the alternatives, Emmett spoke up again. "By the way, I threw out your vibrator…s. I figured if you were flustered enough – you talk in your sleep, did you know that? – you'd come to me for some help." And wagged his beautifully sculpted eyebrows at me.
I turned red. "EMMETT! I want my apartment back. I want my life back. But most of all, I want my rabbit back!"
Emmett just laughed, and got out of the jeep. I stayed planted where I was, crossing my arms over my chest and hmphing loud enough for him to hear.
Walking over to my side of the jeep, he started humming a tune that sounded familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on the name of the song. He opened my door, tapping his foot playfully like he was running late or something. I rolled my eyes, staying planted firmly in his jeep. I was hoping that he'd give up; I should've known better.
Dimples in full knock-you-out-with-my-level-of-hottness mode, he proceeded to unbuckle me at the speed of light, and dragged me from the jeep, throwing me over his shoulder. This made memories of me in the same position surface, only he being sans clothing... stop thinking like that about your husband, Alice!
Humming the same annoyingly familiar song, he carried me past the moving truck, through the door into his apartment building, up the seemingly never-ending stairs, and finally through his large apartment to his room, where he threw me down onto the bed. Huffing and puffing, I sat up, glaring at him. My carefully spiked hair was sure to be in a horrible mess now, and my clothes were twisted around my body in all directions.
He giggled, and ran out of the room. What grown man giggles? Apparently my hubby. He was probably wearing his batman boxers, or something.
I ran over the pros and cons quickly in my head.
Pros; I had a gloriously hot husband (a mistake, but a hot mistake) who wanted to live with me. It was a very nice apartment. I could have anything I wanted.
Cons; I liked my old apartment. I was costing him money. HE WAS A MISTAKE.
Hm. What to do... what to do... what is that godawful smell? Is something burning?!
I was up in the blink of an eye, and running out of his apartment (I vaguely remembered not shutting the door), down the stairs, and outside, to see the truck driver and Emmett standing next to a pile of things, MY THINGS, on fire! What the hell?!
"EMMETT! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" I jumped over to them, where I could get a better look at the burning items. Both men were laughing, watching the flames. Things such as my tape (I couldn't imagine why he'd want that burned, but I was okay with it), the few pictures I had of me and ex boyfriends, my poem book that had been hidden in a cosmopolitan magazine, my fluffy comforter, and a few other miscellaneous things were turning into ash before my eyes. First, I was too sad for words. That poem book had my deepest feelings in it, about life in general. The other things I could live without. My depression quickly transformed into an all-consuming rage, and before I knew it, I was running up the stairs to Emmett's apartment.
Thankfully, I had left the door open, since I didn't have a key. I shut it, locking it, deadbolting it, and hooking the chain. As an extra precaution, I put a chair against the doorknob, assuring it wouldn't open. I giggled to myself, hearing his heavy feet pound the floor in a wasted effort to stop my devious revenge.
"BABE! C'mon, it was only a few things! Now that you're living with me, you won't need it! I promise! I'll even buy you new stuff if you want it! And don't worry about the tape, I converted it to DVD so we didn't need that useless cassette tape!" He tried opening the door – it was no use. "Oh, Ali, please?" I was starting to soften up, but hearing him call me Ali set me off again, reminding me of my original plan.
Opening the window overlooking the sidewalk in front of the building, I yelled, "Oh, BABE, you won't be getting in here for quite a while. Since you disposed of my belongings without permission, I think I'll do the same." With this, I took his beloved flat screen, and chucked it out the window. The truck driver watched with wide eyes as the tv fell the 4 stories to the ground, and hit the concrete with a delicious THUDSPLATSHATTERCRASH. I laughed loudly, "I hope you didn't have anything you needed tivo'd today!" He started frantically banging on the door, sending me into hysterics. After a few minutes, my laughter died down, as did his pounding.
I heard his footsteps retreat from the apartment door, and he went downstairs. What could he possibly be doing?
I looked out the window to see him digging in the moving truck, for what I had no clue. I ignored him, and went back to finding things to throw out the window.
Seemingly expensive paintings – out the window. Microwave – out the window. Mini-fridge – out the window. With each thing, I got happier, until finally (after accumulating quite the pile on the ground below), I wanted to make sure none of the things were salvagable. In my left hand, I held a carton of eggs, in my right, a fire extinguisher. In my childhood years, Jazzy and I had discovered that when you drop a fire extinguisher, it explodes, sending the white foam inside everywhere. The eggs were just a decorative touch.
As I held my arms out the window to drop them, I heard Em's footsteps approach. I stopped momentarily, wondering what he was up to.
Soon, I heard the background music to the same song he had been humming all day. Oh no... he wouldn't!
"MET A GIRL, THOUGHT SHE WAS GRAND! FELL IN LOVE, FOUND OUT FIRSTHAND! WENT WELL, FOR A WEEK OR TWO... THEN IT ALL CAME UNGLUED!"
I put the items I was holding down, and went to the door.
"EMMETT! Stop it! NOW!" I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of opening the door, though, so he continued, only he lowered his voice for a little while. I sighed of relief... until he got near the chorus.
"NEVER THOUGHT I'D BE THE ONE TO SLIP, THEN I STARTED TO REALIZE, I WAS LIVIN' ONE BIG LIE!"
Oh no, oh no, oh no... I was chanting in my head (and it wouldn't surprise me if it was outloud too), as I knew the chorus was next. It seemed he turned up whatever microphone he was using, and I'm sure the entire apartment building heard it.
"SHE FUCKING HATES ME! JUST, SHE FUCKING HATES ME, LA LA LA LA! I TRIED TOO HARD, AND SHE TORE MY FEELINGS LIKE I HAD NONE, AND RIPPED THEM AWAY!"
I burst out in tears, I didn't deserve this! He started it! I quickly threw the carton of eggs and fire extinguisher down to the pile, and only vaguely heard the KURCHINK of the mini-explosion below as I went to the door, opening all the locks before he could continue with the song. The microphone shut off instantly as he saw my face, tear-streaked and make-up everywhere.
I didn't want to deal with him, so I ran to the bathroom, and locked myself in.
Did I really hate him? I didn't think so. I actually sortof liked him, if I could admit it even to myself. It just set me off that he did that. But... by retaliating (A/N thanks to MissLoonyLovegood for catching my mistake there, anyone feel free to correct me. (: ), did that put me in the same category as him? Was I just going for low blows now? The tears fell freely now; I hated crying. It was the lowest sign of weakness.
"Babe... I didn't mean to upset you..." I heard a light tap on the door.
"Get away from me." I managed to croak out. Why, oh why did I have to be crying? I couldn't even get away from him, I didn't have anywhere to go. I had left my cell somewhere in the kitchen while picking up the microwave, so having a Bella-escape wasn't an option.
I had to get courage, somehow. I had to face him. I had to know what the fuck that song was supposed to mean.
I stood, before I could internally talk myself out of it, and checked myself in the mirror. I looked like hell. I quickly wiped off the excess makeup running down my cheeks along with the lingering tear drops, and tried to fix my hair as much as I could. Taking a deep breath, I walked to the door. I could hear him breathing on the other side, waiting for me.
Opening the door, I meant to confront him. I really did. But, when I opened my mouth, his lips met mine in a passionate kiss, absorbing my whole being. His tongue pushed entrance into my mouth, and I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He dragged my body around his, pushing me against the wall. I locked my ankles behind his back, feeling his chest mold into mine. It felt like we were one person, like we were utterly connected in this moment.
We both stopped almost simultaneously, opening our eyes, unlocking our limbs. What had we done? We just shattered the foundation of our current relationship, that's what we did. I told you to stop thinking of him like this! I told you, I told you, I TOLD YOU! The voice inside my head rejoiced because she was right; but one question was left unanswered by my voice.
Where did this leave Emmett and I?
(A/N) Okay, I'm a horrible writer. I know. But even I think I deserve more reviews than I've been getting. ): Seriously. Lol. Just because I'm horrid with finding time to write doesn't mean you should withhold your praise/criticism/etc. etc. ): Reeeviiiiewwww?! And I'm way sorry these are getting shorter... I just said all I wanted to say in this chapter. I probably could've gotten away with posting it as one chapter... oh well. PLEASE REVIEW? :D