… Still don't own Twilight … but I do love it with a big ol' chunk of my heart :D
"I fuckin mean it Rose!"
My voice carries through the stale air at The Lumberjack's Club. This is where you will find the three of us every night, the only gay bar in town. (It's where 'real' men go to get wood.) Alice doesn't want to be hit on, Rose always has a man, and as for me, well I just don't care. So here we sit, sipping our cocktails while pretty musclemen gyrate all around us. Which, by the way, is why I had to tell the girls about my men.
"They are like sexy man-candy sent from the good lords above, just to tease every human with a vagina!" I cried out over the never-ending pulse of techno music. We really should start sitting closer to the back.
I make Alice choke on her drink with my choice of words, which automatically makes my eyes roll into the back of my head.
"Vaginas!" I cry out into the sea of men. The laughter flows through the crowd and a few men clap and whistle in our direction, thinking I am with my lovers. I can't help but embarrass my little mortified Alice some more by leaning over and placing a sloppy kiss on her cheek. Maybe I have had enough to drink tonight.
"Well if that's the truth Honey, I am gonna have to come visit over break soon. We will see if all of this, can set these boys straight," Rose grins, gesturing to her body. If anybody could do it, it was her … and maybe that wasn't the worst idea in the world, at least someone could have some fun then.
It is late and I have to work bright and early, so I bid my girls goodnight and head back to my dads for the evening. There was no point in me getting an apartment just for the summer, so I am back at my childhood house again. It is a nice place, but my dad, Charlie, kind of cramps my style. Not that he doesn't approve with my nightlife habits, he is "just concerned for my wellbeing." I have heard that speech enough.
Sure enough, I walk through the front door to see him sitting in his armchair, watching some mindless T.V. and waiting for my ass to drag through the door. Every night is the same. It really pisses me off because it makes me feel guilty for wanting to have a life, when he could easily be catchin some sleep for his morning shift.
I walk over to his chair and kiss the top of my old mans head, telling him to get some sleep before trudging up the stairs to my room. It is old, messy, slightly musty, but it is the closest thing to home I have. I pull my shirt over my head, throwing it into the laundry basket beside my bed before flopping down on my little mattress. Sleep was imminent, as were my dreams, filled with the greenest eyes I have ever seen.
~S~
5 AM is way too fucking early. I usually shower after work, but today I feel like I need to prove that I can be kinda … sorta attractive. I blow dry my hair, then straighten it so it runs in perfect form down my back, reaching mid-waist. Fumbling through my makeup bag, I take some time to prefect my look before grabbing some tight jean shorts and a tank top. Giving myself one last look, I know this is about as good as it gets. 5:50, perfect.
Today is going to be a good day, I can feel it. Grabbing all the keys from the office, I look down at my list of rooms: 20 outs and 17 holds. Wow … okay. So it might be a good day, but it also is going to be a long ass day.
I start at the closest room, no point in skipping to the goodies, who are all the way in room 19 by the way. My morning drags on, and the rooms are dirty as fuck. So much for an easy day.
By 8:30 I feel like I haven't gotten a damn thing done. There must have been a lot of workers in last night, because I have never seen the rooms so gross. I mean, who eats Nutter-Butters in bed? My eyes keep slipping towards the windows, waiting for my only saving grace today.
"Must be the Monday from hell," I mutter to myself. That is when it hits me. All this fucking work for nothing. The only reason I even saw that fabulous quartet yesterday was because it was Sunday. Those fuckers have probably been at work since 5! Shit. And there goes the rest of the day.
My pace gets slower yet while I sulk through the rooms, skipping room 19 just in case they come back. Then I could run over to do their room when they got here, getting my chance for a Bella re-do. Second first impressions can go a long way, you know.
I should have known better. With only their room left, I hang my head in defeat and make my way across the grass. Their room is actually a lot cleaner than yesterday, I think they cleaned up in here. I set out to do my maid duties, but I can not help but take more time in here. I feel like I know these guys, and need to take care of them. I laugh into the silence when I see the game Candy Land sitting next to an empty 12 pack. Wow we have some serious partiers on our hands. As I head out the door something catches my eye again, that stupid mirror. I can't help but gasp in terror at the sight before me.
The 40 minutes spent my hair was such a waste of time! My straight locks are now an absolute Afro. Hair is sticking up everywhere and is no longer stick straight, but has wannabe curls running along its length. I hate Iowa humidity. I don't even have a hair tie, so with a mournful sigh I lock the door and drop my supplies off in the linen room.
I almost made it, but my day from hell wouldn't be complete if a shiny silver Volvo had not just pulled next to my truck. When I thought those men yesterday were the hottest things I had ever laid my eyes on, I was so very wrong. They are unloading themselves from the car one by one, and I swear it is in slow motion. Now I know they are construction workers, hence the bright yellow shirts and the hard hats … how did I miss that yesterday? They hold evidence of a long days work through the dirt streaked down their faces and the wrinkles in their clothes. I think I just came. There is just something about a hardworking man that just tickles my bean.
I get a big smile from the giant, no-named pervert from yesterday, one that I can't help but return. Can you actually be in love with four strangers at once? He hobbles his way over to my truck and I start to hyperventilate … only slightly.
"Oh shit, I look like … shit!" my inner monologue rages within the confines of my head. But big boy just smiles.
"Emmett," he grins, thrusting his hand through the window of my truck. I tentatively take it and grimace when he squeezes the ever fucking life out of it. I like him already. My eyes narrow slightly as I squeeze back, giving it my all. Watching his face wrinkle in half pain, half amusement has made this Monday totally worth it.
"Fuckin shit!" he yelps loudly in my ear. The words are followed closely by uproarious laughter and an entertained face.
"You got what was coming to you Em, one upped by the maid!" the bronze skinned boy laughs. I am slightly taken aback. Oh how soon I forget I am just the hired help.
"Shut the fuck up Jacob. Go hit the shower, you smell like a dog," Emmett growls over his shoulder.
A giggle escapes my lips at the absurdity of what he has just said. They are all dirty as fuck. Speaking of … where the hell did the others go. The disappointment whips though my body like a silver bullet, I miss Mr. Green's presence immediately, but two out of four isn't bad in my book. Emmett turns back to me, smile back in place, and that is when I realize that his hand is still grasping mine.
"Bella," I say with confidence that is being counteracted by the deep blush filling my face.
"I like it," is all he says before dropping my hand and beginning to walk towards his room with Jacob. I stare in the direction they are walking until he reaches his room and throws a look back my way. Maybe I am off about this whole gay thing … I feel the blush appear on my cheeks again from the notion of being caught. Starting up my car, I give a shy wave before pulling onto the road away from the motel. I am going to be getting a lot more hours in if this is my reward for working late.
Now, I have the attention of the big boys, but that is not who I want. I feel the want, no, the need to know my bronze angel. Yesterday he was the only one that would even talk to me, and now he runs away like I have the whole 'Black Death' thing going on. All I know is that I need the help of the master of seduction. Rosalie Lillian Hale.
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