Rosalie is Emmett's angel. A/N: You'll need this for awhile.
This does not belong to me, it belongs to Stephenie Meyer.
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"Yes! You...you told..." I struggled with my words.
"Told who what?"
"You told Bella she was the only one you ever kissed and that nothing happened between us -- " I stopped, staring at him. "Did anything else happen that I don't remember?" I demanded.
He stared at his hands.
I gasped. "Did you sleep with me?!?" I shrieked. He smirked vaguely, avoiding my eyes.
"Oh. My. God. You slept with me, didn't you?" He still didn't respond. I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him closer until our noses touched and I made sure our eyes stayed locked.
"Edward Anthony Masen Cullen. Answer me. Did you sleep with me or not?"
"I did not sleep with you, Rosalie."
"But you did sort of try to...You pulled your shirt off and tossed it at me, but then Carlisle needed me to do something."
"Yeah. It was quite disturbing."
"Oh, so I'm disturbing, am I?" I pulled the bottom of my shirt up a bit. He shifted uncomfortably.
"Sometimes." I pulled it up to my ribcage. He pressed his lips together.
"Like now?" I tugged it to my collarbone. He strained his eyes away.
"How about now?" I giggled. I slid the stretchy red shirt over my head and tossed it towards him. It landed on his head.
"Yes!" he growled. He darted to the door, ending up behind me. He flung the door open and I ran out, only to crash into Emmett. His eyes fell to my chest. I glared at him and he averted his eyes to meet Edward's.
"No worries, Emmett," Edward assured him. Emmett raised an eyebrow. "That's your territory, brother."
Emmett stole one last glance at my chest before pulling me into our room and shutting the door.
"So...why does Edward have your shirt?" Emmett asked. I fell back onto the bed and he did the same, landing with his chin on my bare stomach.
"I was disturbing him."
He laughed and drew a line down to my protruding hip bones with his nose and kissed them. I pulled my jeans down a bit.
"Disturbing?" he snorted.
"That's what he said."
A knock on our door startled me. Edward pushed the door open.
"Alice, Jasper, and I are going hunting. Would you care to join us?" The formality of his tone irritated me.
"Sure," Emmett replied, ushering him out with his thoughts, no doubt.
"Clothes please, Rosalie!" Edward called as he shut the door. I smirked, but then got up and pulled a blue shirt over my head. Emmett scooped me up and carried me to the base of the stairs before setting me down. The others were in the living room. Alice eyed me.
"Are you sure you want to go?" she asked.
"Yes. Why?" I growled.
"I was just asking," she replied, avoiding Edward's eyes.
"Can we go now?" Jasper begged. His eyes glinted metallic onyx. And with that, we all set off into the silent, dark night.
We're the new face of failure. Prettier and younger, but not any better off. Bulletproof loneliness. At best, me and you setting in a honeymoon. If I woke up next to you...
- Constant Hell
- Don't Leave Me
- Shut Up, Edward
- I Can't Do That...
- Rip and Burn...
- Edward! You Lying Slutpire!!!
- Enter the Beginning of a Catastrophe
- The Catastrophe Thickens
- Twiggy Meetings
- Freakish Tree Banging
- Don't Touch Me
- We're So Pathetic...
- Adventures in the Labyrinthian Closet
- Enter the Catastrophe's Assisstant
- Say WHAT Now?!
- Spanish, Italian and Werewolves, Oh My!
- Author's Note
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