I don't own them, I just like to play with them. Let's meet back up with the most difficult non-couple of the century, shall we?

Chapter Twenty

EmPOV

'James, you know I love you buddy, but you have the worst timing ever,' I thought as I headed to make the order for our dinner.

I was amazed that we had actually been getting along.

We had a real conversation. Without any of us getting up and walking away.

I could laughter in the next room.

I flinched, wondering why it bothered me so much that she was laughing with someone else.

I refused to acknowledge that I could possibly be jealous.

Why would I be jealous?

I didn't even like the woman.

Right.

Right?

Ugh. It was all so very confusing. Getting to talk to Bella like this, was actually very insightful. She wasn't as bad as I thought she was.

I took up the phone and called one of my favorite pizza parlors and ordered the pizza, making sure to triple the mushrooms. Satisfied that the food was taken care of, I headed back to the living room.

James and Bella were busy playing the game.

I watched her as she played; I didn't get the chance to before.

Her tongue was caught between her lips, and a cute, determined look on her face.

I spared a glance at the screen; seems she was kicking James' ass.

Said ass-kickee threw up his hands in defeat, "I can't believe you beat me!" he cried.

Bella chortled, "What never met a girl with a bigger pussy than yours?"

I blanched at her crudeness, but James blushed and giggled.

Fucking blushed!

I watched as he leaned over and popped a kiss on Bella's jaw.

I cleared my throat and both pairs of eyes whirled to find mine.

"I'm keeping her, even if you don't," James said hugging Bella close.

I rose my brows at him and snorted. Bella blushed and looked away.

"The pizzas will be here in a couple of minutes," I said, sitting down.

"Great," James said getting up. "I'm going to take a shower, you can start without me."

"Pizzas?" Bella asked.

"James only eats vegetarian pizza," I said with a shrug.

Her brow wrinkled, yet another cute look on her.

"Is he vegetarian?" she asked.

"Nope," I said laughing softly. "He's just very special."

"I'm glad you have your friendship," she said, sadness tingeing her voice.

I'd have to ask about that later.

"Are we going to finish our game?" she asked.

"Up to you," I replied.

"Is James gonna make you uncomfortable?" she queried.

Would he?

I didn't know.

I don't think so. I just wanted it to be private.

"No, he wouldn't."

She nodded, "I want it to be private too."

Did I say that out loud? Don't think so.

I just nodded.

"He's in the shower, we can still get a few games in before the pizza arrives," she said brandishing the control at me.

I grinned and grabbed the control

JPOV

Somehow I felt as if I had interrupted a 'moment'.

Other than that, things seemed to be going well.

Even if they didn't like each other yet, they had survived in each other's company without committing murder or suicide.

Bella was amazing. I liked her so much already it was scary.

Emmett. We all know how much I love him.

And I wasn't gonna be one of those guys who got hung up on their straight best friend.

I knew that Emmett was strictly into women, so there was no ever-burning flame of unrequited love going on here.

That being dealt with, I guess it was up to me to make sure he was happy.

And Bella would be the key to that happiness. She and the little bundle of joy she was going to bring into the world.

I noticed Emmett's face when he came back into the room after ordering the pizzas. He looked put out, or more so, left out.

Oops.

I was encroaching on 'their' time, wasn't I?

Well can't have that now, can we?

I excused myself and headed into the bath.

Of course I would listen to them for a bit before I headed into the bath.

Yes. I'm nosy. I make no apologies.

This was my pet project, and contrary to what my parents thought, I always succeeded in anything I set out to do.

They were talking, too quietly. I couldn't make out what they were saying. Crap.

I thought I heard the game start-up again. Maybe they had been discussing the game. Yeah right. I didn't even believe that.

No worries though.

I had them both eating out of my hand.

To the shower I go.

BPOV

Emmett beat me.

Five games straight.

I was currently glaring at him, as he smiled smugly at me.

Ass.

"A little off your game Swan?" he asked with a smirk.

"Shut up and ask the questions already," I said rolling my eyes.

"You're cute when you're mad," he said.

My eyes widened as he mouth snapped shut.

Where the hell did that come from?

"Um, so what did you want to be when you grew up?" he asked, an odd expression on his face.

Bet he didn't believe he said that either. Oh well.

"A veterinarian," I replied immediately. "Then I realized that I would have to deal with the animals dying, and I couldn't get past that."

He nodded.

"I wanted to be a footballer," he said.

"And you were," I told him, my heart aching for him.

"Yeah," he said. "Right, next question."

We were gonna work on that. His avoidance of anything from his past.

"What do you do now?" he asked.

"I work in a flower shoppe. It pays the bills and its practically hassle free," I told him.

"Flowers huh?" he said.

I nodded. A lot of people didn't get why I was working in a flower shoppe, given my credentials.

If I chose to be, I could be a lawyer. And a damn good one too.

"I'm a licensed lawyer," I blurted out a moment later.

"You're what?" Emmett asked, his eyes popping out of his head.

I dipped my head and tried to curb my blush.

I didn't like talking about that part of my life.

It was a well-kept secret that hardly anyone knew.

Why did I tell Emmett?

"A lawyer," I repeated.

"Wow," he said with a small laugh. "I guess I can see it, with your cut-throat manner and all."

"Thanks," I said with a grin.

"Ok. What's your favorite movie?"

"The Little Mermaid," I replied without missing a beat.

His brow rose, "Seriously?"

"Yup," I said popping the 'p'. Who didn't love that movie?

"Ariel is my favorite princess, hands down," I told him.

"Never pegged you for a Disney brat," he said with a grin.

"You learn something new everyday," I said sticking my tongue out at him.

"Guess so," he replied, clearing his throat.

"What's your favorite ice-cream flavor?" he asked.

That was totally random.

"Um, Rocky Road," I said giving him a look.

"What?" he said. "I like ice-cream. Maple Almond is my favorite."

"I like that too," I told him. "But it would be my second choice."

"You're a weirdo," he said.

I flipped him off. He laughed.

"Last question," I told him.

"What's your relationship with Edward?" he asked, staring at me. Hard.

Now I didn't see that one coming.

Not with the way the questions had been going.

I had expected something light and fluffy.

Sneaky bastard.

My mouth must've been gaping like a fish's.

The doorbell rang, saving me, for the moment.

Emmett gave me a look before getting up to go get our food.

I didn't want to tell him about Edward.

Not yet.

That segment of our weirdly intertwined lives, was just too funny.

A/N: Yes, Bella does know that Edward is a touchy subject for Emmett, being observant and all. And don't ya'll just love James? I do. I was tired of him being the bad guy so he's gonna be awesome in this :)

Okay gonna watch Idol. See you lovelies next chapter. ~ Riney