A/N: Here's Edward. Let's see what he's thinking. Depending on the response, I may post more, but it depends on y'all. Let me know if you want more. This story is complete.

No copyright infringement is intended. All recognizable characters are owned by Stephenie Meyer. I own the plot and all mistakes.

7/01/2023

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Cherry Pies and Backwards Baseball Hats

Chapter TWO

EPOV

Every morning at 5:30 am, my feet hit the floor and my first stop was the bathroom to piss. Coffee was my next fuel for the day.

My bones creaked and popped as I stretched to loosen my stiff muscles. I worked an extra three hours the night before. I don't mind working extra because I don't have a social life, so the extra hours were good for my bank account.

I heard the sprinklers kick on as I put a K-cup in my Keurig machine and headed back to my room to get dressed.

I had one uniform left for the week, so I made a mental note to get my uniforms laundered. Luckily, it was Saturday and I only had to work until three, but knowing me, I'd end up staying until six or seven. Being a diesel mechanic has its perks and paid my bills.

I was at the shop by seven with my travel mug of coffee in one hand and my vape mod in the other. I smoked cigarettes for years until my cousin Eric introduced me to vaping. Trading one habit for another wasn't so bad. I felt better and I didn't get headaches as much as I used to.

"Yo! Mason!"

I turned to see my buddy Mike headed towards me. "Sup, man?" I put my coffee cup and vape on my tool cart as he approached.

"There's two Pete's coming in. One with a blown hydraulic and the other is just an oil change."

Those were easy fixes except maybe the hydraulic issue. It all depended on what really needed to be replaced.

My day was completely non-stop. I had oil changes back to back which pushed me over 3 o'clock. I knew it would happen; I can always count on at least 20-30 hours of overtime each week.

I made it home by nine. All I wanted to do was shower and drink a beer, but my cousin had other ideas when my cell phone rang around 11 o'clock.

"I need my wing-man," he said, breathing heavily into the phone. "Get out here. I'll need a ride home, too, by the way."

"Fuck off. I worked all damn day. I'm getting too old for that party shit."

He growled at me. "Get your ass out here. When was the last time you came out with me?"

"I don't know, man. It's been a while."

"We're off 6th Street. You can't miss us. I expect you here in forty."

He hung up without saying another word. He was an ass and my closest living relative. I had other cousins and my aunt, who's my mom's sister, but Eric was more like my brother.

I knew I'd never hear the end of it if I didn't show up. Sometimes I think he stays in college on purpose for the girls and parties. He's studying to be an attorney and will eventually graduate. I wasn't sure how long he had left, but it seemed like he's been in college long enough to be a damn doctor. I spent nearly two years to become a diesel mechanic or otherwise known as a diesel technician. Every time something new comes out, I'm taking a new course to learn it. Pretty much everything was digital these days, but some things needed a pair of hands to fix it.

I changed into a pair of jeans, slipped on my Vans and a plain black t-shirt. Being comfortable was all I cared about.

Before I grabbed my keys, I needed my hat. It was like a MasterCard; I never left home without it.

Once it was perched on my head, I was on my way. I checked my fuel level in my truck and headed for Tempe.

Eric was right when he said the place would be easy to find. There were cars everywhere, and people milling around with drinks in their hands. I ended up parking two blocks away. The things I did for my cousin. I hope he appreciates everything I do.

I made sure my wallet was in one front pocket and my truck keys in the other. After turning my hat around backwards, I began the two block walk to find my cousin.

The music could be heard all the way to my truck. The sound was revolting, and definitely not the kind of music I listen to, and by the time the next ear bleeding song came on, I was weaving my way through the crowd to find Eric.

"Oooo, you're a big one." A very intoxicated, busty blonde said to me as I passed her. I didn't get too far before she grabbed my arm. "Oooo, you even have tattoos. That's even sexier."

I looked at her funny. "Thank you, I guess."

I tried to pull my arm away and keep walking but she had a death grip on my arm. "Stay with me. I'll show you a great time."

I pried her hands away from me. "No, thank you."

"Yo! Mason!" The sound of my cousin yelling for me from across the yard was definitely welcomed.

I turn to see Eric working his way through the crowd towards me. He's a funny guy and the drunker he got the more Korean he looked.

His mom had met his dad when she had taken a trip to Korea for business. She was into some kind of marketing and trade where she had to travel a lot. So while she was in Korea, that's when she met my uncle Jin Soo Yorkie. He's half American and Korean. He was born in Korea because his father had met his mother and married her in Korea. It's a big, long love at first sight tale that I don't care to get into. All I know is, Eric is a really funny guy to be around, and I'm thankful for our close relationship as family.

He yells at me when he gets closer. "Sachon!"

Eric started calling me Sachon from the get go. Apparently it means cousin in Korean. He's very fluent in the language because of his father, but I've never taken an interest in learning how to speak it. I've heard it's one of the hardest languages to retain.

We did a one armed manly hug then our manly handshake. "You made it; cool man."

"How much have you had to drink? I can barely see your eyeballs."

He laughed at me. "Not enough, man."

We started walking towards the area that had the makeshift bar. There were at least six kegs of all kinds of beer and a bar for mixed drinks. "I just want a beer, bro. I gotta drive in a bit."

"It's all right, man. Chill, relax, find a honey to mack on."

I shook my head at him. "I'm good, bro."

Eric gave me a high five then went on his merry little way to mingle, and left me to people watch. He did that every time I met him somewhere.

I got a beer even though I wasn't really sure what I was drinking. It was luke warm and tasted like piss, so I stood back and watched all the drunks make fools of themselves and try to dance to the horrid music they were playing. I was too old for this shit, but my cousin needed me here.

An hour later, I kept catching the eye of one particular girl who was hanging around another leggy blonde. Her hair was shiny, straight, and went to the small of her back just above her beautifully plump ass.

She wasn't overly skinny like most of the girls I saw around her. She was perfect the way she was. I always thought that a little extra weight on a girl was sexy as hell.

I'd catch her looking at me every so often as her friend kept feeding her drinks. I could see she was getting pretty damn wasted. The skirt she was wearing seemed to keep getting further and further up her legs. That's when I noticed her friend pulling it up then smacking her ass.

I wasn't sure what was going on, but the last time the blonde tried to pull her skirt up more, she slapped her hands away as I heard her yell, "Stop. It's short enough!"

I chuckled and leaned against the pole next to me. I could see Eric bouncing through the crowd at his attempt at dancing. I don't think he's stopped since I arrived.

The two girls I'd been watching must have heard a song they liked and started towards the makeshift dance floor. I couldn't see them very well, so I moved to watch them better.

A guy the size of a linebacker came up behind Rapunzel and placed his hands on her hips. She was okay at first until he tried to kiss her neck. She pushed his face away and kept dancing. That was until he reached down and tried to slip his hand under her skirt.

By the look on her face, she didn't approve, and when he kept trying, I saw red and went after him.

I wasn't a small guy by any means, but this guy was like the Hulk where I was concerned. He could eat small children for all I knew.

I pushed at his shoulder to get his attention. "I don't think the lady wants you to fondle her."

His head snapped up in my direction. "Fuck off, dick face."

He was definitely an intelligent douche. "I think you need to step away from the lady."

"Why? She your woman?" He was swaying a little bit, so I knew if I had to punch him, he was going down.

"Yes." I said the first thing that same to my mind.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the blonde gaping at me and shorty crossing her arms over her chest.

Football guy threw his hands up and walked away. I was grateful there wasn't any punches thrown.

"I'm yours?" I heard her say from behind me. Her friend gave her a little shove to the shoulder and she stumbled.

I caught her before she could fall over. "I think you're a little too drunk. Let me take you home."

"No, thank you. I can take a cab," she slurred as she put her hand over her mouth. "I'm gonna be sick."

I grabbed her arm and ushered her over to the bushes. She started spewing her guts out the moment she bent over. Her friend followed. "I can take care of her. You can go now."

"I don't think either of you are capable of taking care of anyone, let alone yourselves. Both of you are plastered, so I'll take you both home."

"The hell you will," she argued. "You're probably a serial rapist and you're gonna take us back to your lair and try to have sex with us so you can impregnate us with more serial rapists."

"Lady!" I warned. "I'm not a rapist and I don't take advantage of drunk women."

"That's what they all say." She had her arms crossed under her breasts making them stick out further. Her nipples were hard, that much I could tell. She was pretty, but she had nothing that turned me on.

"Whatever. Let me find my cousin then I'll take you home."

"What if I wanna stay? Bella probably wants to stay, too." Blondie looks over to the puking girl. "Right, Bella?"

"No. I just threw up my spleen and Dr. Cullen can't put that back in."

I wasn't sure why that name sounded familiar, but it was the least of my worries, so I just brushed it away. "I'll take you home." I helped puke girl stand.

"I'm staying," the blonde says. "I just live across the street." Then she looked at puke girl. "Bella, your car is here, too."

Puke girl aka Bella, waved her hand at the blonde. "I'll get it tomorrow. No one can steal it anyway."

Just about that time, I spotted my cousin. "Yo, Eric!"

He came bouncing over to us. "Nice...you found us some honey's."

"Fuck off, twerp," the blonde says. "I'm nobody's honey."

"Ooo, mouthy. I like 'em like that."

"Cut it out, Eric. I'm taking this one home." I pointed to puke girl. "Can you make sure this one gets home okay? She said she lives across the street."

"No problem, Sachon. I've got this."

"Your name is Sachon?" Puke girl asked. She swayed a little bit on her feet before she started to puke, again, all over the front of her clothes and shoes.

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