BPOV

"Morning, Bell!"

"Good morning, Em."

After the best night of my life, it was surprisingly not awkward at all. His smile was broader, making my insides shiver. Today, I smiled hugely back. He winked and I blushed. All was right in the world.

Last Night

"Alice!"

The tiny woman skipped into the living room excitedly. "Yes, Bella?"

It's like she knew what was coming. This was going to go way overboard. "There's um, a party tonight...and Emmett asked me to go."

I hadn't even finished the sentence before she started to squeal. I covered my ears as she ran up to me, grabbing me into a tackling hug.

"Oh, Bella! How I've waited for this day!" She was exaggerating. Just because I'd never let her touch my face, hair, body, or closet, did not mean she was completely deprived.

"Yeah, yeah, just make me party presentable."

I had never regretted words more in my entire life.

The next two hours felt like hell. My ass hurt, my head hurt, my face hurt. I felt like I had been prodded and poked until I turned black and blue.

"Okay, you're..." she quickly adjusted a few hairs and patted a few place on my face with a powder brush. "Perfect!"

I was just about to look in the mirror, but she stopped me.

"Don't you dare! You have to put on your dress!" She scrambled to the closet and looked through our clothes. "Aha!"

Out came a skin tight black dress with shiny stripes winding diagonally down the dress. It was strapless and short, reaching a little above my mid-thigh.

"Just remember not to bend over," Alice reminded me, grinning.

"Alice, it's gorgeous, but..."

"But nothing! You're wearing it!" She shoved it at me and proceeded to try and take off my clothes herself.

"Hey, I got it," I said, shoving her hands away. Damn, this woman had no respect for personal space.

After slipping the dress on, a pair of sky high, silver, shiny pumps landed in front of me. She was lucky I got the balance genes from my mother, who was a ballet dancer when she was young.

"Holy shit, Bell," Alice gaped at me. "You look smokin'!"

I rolled my eyes in doubt, turning to look in the mirror. "Hol-y shit!" That was me. I couldn't believe what was looking back at me in the mirror. "Alice! How did you do this!"

My hair was curled slightly and flowed down in waves. It was a big improvement to my usual ponytail that I wore to work everyday. My makeup was perfection, looking natural with a smoky eye and long lashes.

Day-um.

"Alice, Emmett will be here any minute, are you almost ready?"

"Done!"

Let's just say, Alice knew what she was doing. She was a vision in red and black, her hair spiked stylishly to perfection, her makeup flawless.

Emmett was getting out of his jeep when we exited the building. He must have been going to meet us in the lobby.

"Bell?" Emmett had stopped in the middle of the lot and was staring at Alice and I.

"Uh, yeah."

"You look...great."

I do look fucking fantastic.

"Thanks."

He opens the door for Alice and I to climb in. His silver jeep is tall and I help Alice in before he helps me in. He touches my ass and I have a feeling he can see right up my dress.

Thank you, Alice, for forcing me into that lacy monstrosity you call underwear.

We arrive at the party in a short time. It was silent the whole way there, but not uncomfortable.

When we get inside the bass is thumping, causing my body to shake. Emmett grabs my hand and drags me to the kitchen. Alice disappears.

"Wanna beer?"

"How 'bout a vodka cranberry?"

He nods and a drink lands in my hand.

Sooner rather than later, we're dancing wildly in a large room full of sweaty people. Our hands are on each other and I'm glad I agreed to come to the party. Our eyes meet and our face get closer. The space between our lips is almost nonexistent. I finally get the guts to press my lips to his.

We're a moaning mess when my back hits a wall. I don't know where we are, nor do I care. His hands are up my dress. I try tugging his shirt off.

We're interrupted mid-strip.

"Oops! Sorry!" Giggles, both male and female and a few more thumps. Drunks looking for a good place to fuck.

Thanks for ruining the mood, fuckers.

"Shit," Emmett breathes into my neck. It's sexy and I'm about ready to start ripping at his pants.

I slide down the wall and his body, earning a groan from him. I smile and pull him back to me and kiss him with everything I have.

We adjust ourselves before making our way back out to the party.

"This isn't going to be...awkward...in the morning...is it?" I ask. I instantly regret it because I just made things awkward.

"Why would it be? I've had an eye for you ever since you walked into Save-A-Lot," he shrugs. "Unless you feel differently, I don't see why we don't just continue at a later time."

"I feel the same," I grab his hand. We smile.

I'm in love.

Now

I hear the meat cleaver in the back. Thwack.

"Bella, there's meat cooking for you back here!" Emmett shouts. This time I know for sure that he means.

"I would never pass up on some Emmett meat!"

Hell no I wouldn't.

OMG. It's been so long. School has started and I've had early classes all week, plus golf practice after school in one hundred degree weather. SARCASTIC YAY. I'm exhausted, really.

Sorry I haven't updated. I hope you liked the chapter, it was a quick-write and I wasn't feeling like it was that funny. I hope you chuckled though. THANKS FOR READING! -Ann