IMPORTANT ANOUNCEMENT!
I'm going to start giving teasers to those who review. I know I put this note at the bottom too. Don't tell me I did when I am completely aware.
Bella will be in the next chapter so Edward's boring mind will have to deal with him!
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Ch. 4: Happy-Go-Lucky
EPOV
"You're going to sit out for the rest of your day here while your classmates play games," I said to a little boy. He had been kicking the games to try to get more tickets than every one of his classmates. I specifically told them that that was a big no-no, but first graders never listen to a thing you say. Hell, if it were Emmett or Rose they would've listened. But, no, nothing I say matters.
I hated doing the group parties and field trips. Apparently, I am the one who deals with the kids the absolute best. Yeah right! Obviously, my boss has never met Emmett, or he is blind. All that Emmett has to do is work the cash register. I'd give anything to be able to do that instead.
I lead the way to the oversized, colorful desk in the middle of the huge room. The troublemaker was following behind me, hopefully.
"Em?" I asked. He looked up from the paper he was reading, cocking his head to the side. "Billy decided to abuse the games." Emmett nodded, opening the mid-thigh swing door, letting Billy enter.
I glared at the kid while Emmett laughed, pulling a stool from under a tiny shelf. Billy sat on it, sticking his tongue out at me.
"Touché," I said, doing the same.
"Stop being a child, Edward," Rosalie said, placing a hand on her hip. Her other hand was hanging onto a little red-haired girl who was crying. The kid looked like Pippi Longstocking. Rose turned to Em and her look softened. "Emmett, I need some band-aids and a sucker for this little munchkin."
He handed her the objects, and went back to lecturing Billy on the rights of being an 'Incredible Pizza Buccaneer!' Rose propped Pippi on the counter, and fixed her knee with a Hello Kitty bandage. She held her hand out with the red sucker dangling between her fingers.
"I don't want this color, Blondie," Pippi screeched, crossing her little arms over her chest after slapping Rose's hand away. Rose sighed and asked her what color she wanted, holding the candy jar out in front of her.
I must say; Pippi was a smart little girl. A devilish grin broke out across her face as she snatched the jar from a very surprised Rose. Pippi jumped off the counter quickly, running to the other side of the building. Damn, I half expected her to do cartwheels and start walking on her hands.
"Don't just stand there, Edward!" Rose exclaimed. "Go after her!"
"Why me?"
She stuck her foot out and pointed it at me. "I'm wearing heels."
I sighed, exasperated, and took off running towards Pippi. She giggled and skipped into the game room.
Mr. Peterson, my boss, stopped me in my tracks. "Mister Masen, I assume you have a very good reason to be running in a no running zone." He raised an eyebrow, curiously. I instinctively stepped back, feeling too much tension.
"Well…I, uh, I… It's all Rosalie's fault!" I pointed to Rose. When he looked over, she was staring, mortified. I stepped behind him and smiled contently as I spotted Pippi eating sucker in the corner.
I sneaked over to her, and crouched down in front of her.
"It wasn't right what you did. Stealing is bad," I said. She looked up at me and nodded. "You're going have to sit out now."
"Yes sir." Her lips transformed into a big pout. "Can I at least have a Hannah Montana pencil?" she asked, handing me the jar of suckers.
I shook my head, chuckling. I cleared my throat and held my hand out for her to put the ones she hadn't eaten already. She groaned, pulling them out of her pocket one-by-one.
Once she was finished, I stood and held my hand out for. She took it reluctantly. I would've been scared too. For all she knows, I could've been a freaking alien with green skin; trying to fool people into thinking I was human.
When we got to the front desk, Rosalie was glaring at me. I smiled apologetically, making Pippi go sit next to Billy.
I stood a careful distance away from Rosalie.
Emmett smirked at me, leaning against the counter. "She's not going to bite you, Edward."
"I'm not taking any chances, Em. What happened to Mr. Peterson?"
"I told him what happened. You're off the hook this time, Masen. Lucky for you, I am too.
We were silent for a few minutes before some Hannah Montana song came on. Emmett, being the goofball he is, started singing and dancing. I internally hoped it was for the children's amusement. Even if it wasn't, they thought it was hilarious. I, on the other hand, thought he looked like insanely embarrassing. This was why I became friends with him. He was a big kid. A huge kid.
Kids started to gather around. They were laughing and pointing. To say the least, I was too. Emmett was dancing to Hannah. Freaking. Montana.
What. A. Weirdo
"Oh, God," Rosalie murmured. "This, Edward, is why I married him." She grinned. She looked like she was a glowing pregnant woman. I couldn't comprehend how you could be glowing with a human growing inside of you. What I did know was that that was the TV said.
How Rose dealt with Emmett, I didn't know. I didn't want to know. Hell, if I thought about it any longer, I'd go insane.
At least this wasn't the worst he could do. I didn't want to know that either. I'd rather know how Rose handles him. Nope, never mind. I didn't want to know anything about those two.
I did know that sometimes—just sometimes—I wanted to be like them. You know, like the happy-go-lucky type? Yeah, that's what I want.
I felt pathetic, even my fifteen-year-old sister had a boyfriend. That librarian at my old elementary school got married a year or to ago…again.
Emmett used to say I'd die alone with six cats. The cat part didn't bother me at all. I liked cats. The alone part, however, made me sick.
When I was little my dad would tease me about being like him. Now that I've grown up, I see absolutely nothing funny about that. The thought of dying alone terrified me. It terrified me even more than cockroaches. In my book, that's a pretty damn big deal.
In that moment time I made a commitment to myself. I would find somebody. I'd find the one for me. I'd be happy just like Em and Rose.
I'd do it soon.
I used to love Pippi Longstocking, but it can definitely not top The Lion King. It just can't. The Lion King is hands down, the best-animated movie ever. It always has been. Either way, I haven't seen either one in FOREVER.
I'm going to start to give teasers to those who review! I'm not sure how long this will go on or if I will stop doing it.
