Here we go, round 2. This chapter is obviously not drabble. There may be some short chapters scattered through here, but other than that they'll all be about 1,800-2,000 words. Maybe more. If they're short I'll let ya know and you might just wanna wait and read that chapter and the next together when it comes out. Whatevs.

So, hope you enjoy. I love Em/B stories. I just wanna snuggle with Emmett. So cute. REVIEW at the end. Thanks for reading! -Ann

BPOV

"Morning, Bella!"

"Good morning, Em."

Smiles all around. I tried to keep myself from melting to a puddle of goo right there on aisle three.

I stowed my things behind the counter, turning on the register. I look back to the meat counter and see Emmett stowing meat in the freezer. I wish he'd stow meat in my freezer.

Wait. No. I didn't mean that.

Yes I did.

The automatic doors slide open and clicking of heels sounds through the store. It was a tall leggy blonde, who looked like she should definitely not be shopping at a rinky-dink grocery store like this one.

Costco is a half-mile down the road, Blondie.

Surprisingly, she walks right up to the deli. Em wipes his hand on a towel and asks her what she needs.

She orders a pound of bratwurst. Of course. Whore.

"We have the best bratwurst in town," Emmett gives her a smile. My smile. "You picked the right place, ma'am."

"I just love good quality meat," she bites her lip.

What. a. cunt. I know what she's playing at.

"Well, we got it." He slides a package to her. "Just check out with Bella at register two. Come again."

"Oh, don't worry. I'll be back," she throws him a wink. I'd like to throw something. At her.

Beep.

"Will that be all for you today, ma'am?" I have to be peppy with customers. No matter how much I hate their guts. Company policy. Imagine me making a face and acting like a seven year-old.

"Yeah," she says in a bored tone.

"Three twenty-four," I grit out between my teeth. Peppy, might I add.

"Do you have change for a hundred?" I knew it. Rich bitch. She had to have come in here for a reason and good quality meat wasn't it.

"I'd have to call my manager to break that for you," I moved to pick up the store phone. Little did she know, the manager wasn't here. Never was. Who comes in and pays with a hundred dollar bill at a store with caving-in ceilings and floors with permanent stains on them?

"Ugh, forget it, here," she hands over a black card. I swipe it.

"Here you go," I hand her the receipt to sign and her card back. "Thank you for shopping Save-A-Lot foods, please come again."

She rolls her eyes and grabs her sack, leaving without saying a word.

Thwack.

Emmett's back to cutting the meat. There are two customers in the store, but nowhere near ready to check out. They have lists. Long ones.

I stare at Emmett. I watch as the cleaver hits the counter, causing his huge muscles to ripple. He's so hot in his white apron that barely fits due to his incredible height.

Every day I pretend to read a book and secretly look over the top to stare at him as he does all sorts of things with varieties of meat. It's incredible really. Who knew who could do so many different things with meat? And he always asks me to try whatever he's cut up the latest. I love sampling his meat.

I've known Emmett since I started working here last September. I had just moved to California for college on nothing but scholarships. Money was tight with my family so I knew I had to find a job fast. I came across this little grocery store on my walk around town and on a whim, came in to ask for a job. Once I had grabbed an application, I went back to the deli to grab a sandwich. That's where I met Emmett.

Obviously, we flirted. I mean, he's an attractive college guy for crying out loud and I just moved here. A little companionship isn't too much to ask for. But Emmett was a complete gentleman. He made the subtle hints that he thought I was pretty and made a bunch of meat jokes. Which, now that I think about it, he does with everyone.

Anyway, the next day I turned in my application and the manager told me on the spot that I was hired. When I heard Emmett's booming 'Whoop!' all the way from the back, I knew I had made a good choice in applying here.

Now, Emmett and I sort of had a weird relationship. He never asked me out, though I wanted him to desperately. He had this strange way of making life easier and making me forget all of the problems that I ran away from. His smile was my saving grace.

Just thinking about his beauty made me look up at him. The deli is surprisingly silent, Emmett nowhere to be found. I sat up straighter to get a better look, but still didn't see him.

"GOTCHA!"

I scream. Like a high pitched, I'm about to be killed scream. I don't think I've ever been more frightened. Meanwhile, Emmett is clutching his stomach and laughing his ass off.

"What the fuck, Em?" I hit his arm, like it would hurt him. But it got my point across.

"You should have seen your face!" His face twists in a ridiculous horrified expression. I hit him again.

"You're a dick!" I pout. The horrified look disappears and in its place, guilt. That makes me feel bad. I'm a bitch. It really wasn't that big of a deal.

"Aw, I'm sorry, Bell," he sticks his bottom lip out and I giggle at the sight. He cracks a big smile. I sigh.

"It's alright, Em. Just don't do it again!" I give him a pointed look.

"I make no promises," he holds his hands up in a shrug. I laugh and shake my head then stare at his ass as he walks back to the deli. Toned and muscular. Mmm.

"So, what're your plans this weekend, Bell?" Emmett asks, beginning to chop at meat.

"The usual. Sitting at home, wishing I had a life. Studying," I shrug.

"You know, there's this party at the frat house. You could come if you want."

Do my ears deceive me? Did Emmett McCarty just ask me out? Or maybe I was being stupid and he was just trying to get me off my lazy ass.

"Um, I'll think about it. Where's the house at?" I finger the pages of my book waiting for his answer. I wasn't going to think about. I was going. Maybe I would arrive fashionably late to make it look that I decided to go last minute. But in reality, I know I – and by I, I mean Alice – will spend probably around 3 hours getting ready.

"I could, uh, pick you up if you want," my eyebrows shoot up. I look back at the deli and he's staring at the counter, not looking at me.

"Sure. Cedar Oak dorms. What time?"

"It starts at ten."

"I'll meet you in front of the dorms."

"Cool."

"Cool."

Could agreeing to a date be any more awkward? Okay, maybe it wasn't really a date, just a friend giving a friend a ride to a party. Hell, Alice will probably end up going to. Just a group of friends going to a frat party. Everyday college experience.

"Bella!" Em is back to his normal self. Awkwardness gone. "I got in some t-bone yesterday. It's ready to go if you wanna take some with you."

"Sure, Em. I'd love some t-bone." And I wasn't even lying.

Heh heh. Dirty, dirty, Bella. Those crazy kids. I love 'em. Hope you enjoyed the chapter. I know I loved reading your thoughts! Thanks for reading! REVIEW! - Ann