You know it's been a long time since you've updated when you have to go back and read your own story to see where you left off…
Scruffy's eyes drew me in. I was trapped in his web of charm and I was enjoying every minute of it. He turned his attention back to the piano and ended the melody. He glanced up at me. I smiled.
"Thanks, that was beautiful. You are very talented. I wish I could play like that, but I am all thumbs."
"It's not difficult, and after living for nearly a century, there is only so much you can do."
"And we are very aware of that. I mean, how many hours can one person spend on a piano?" Emmett yelled up at us. "At one point, I thought I was going to have to dispose of that evil Beast."
"Well, I can see that Emmett hasn't changed a bit. Is he still as annoying as he was fifty years ago?"
"Issy! Me, annoying? Never. How could you say such a thing?" Emmett shouted.
"Emmett, we are vampires. Vampires have exceptionally good hearing. Making the connection yet?"
"Edward, or should I say, Scruffy, I am not stupid, contrary to popular belief. I actually do have a brain, and I bet it is bigger than yours." Emmett ran up the stairs to face Scruffy. And then he actually poked Scruffy in the chest. I thought he grew out of poking, (I am not even going to go into how much of the poking he did involved me when he was growing up) but apparently not.
Scruffy, being the man that he is, did not let that poke faze him and poked Emmett back.
"They are going to do that for about 33 more seconds, and then Emmett is going to "friendly punch" Scruffy, and it is going to end up in an all-out brawl," Alice whispered to me conspiratorially. I jumped. I didn't even hear her come up behind me.
"What, did I surprise you?" Alice asked in surprise. "I thought I could only do that with Emmett."
"Oh no," I muttered. "It runs in the family."
"I can see that. You two are so much alike, I would have guessed it even if I didn't have my vision."
"I know. Mother always used to say that we were so much alike, she wouldn't be able to tell us apart if her eyes were closed." I sighed. I was happy that I found Emmett, and hopefully, we wouldn't ever be apart.
"Emmett!" Scruffy growled. His eyes flashed, and as he turned to run and catch Emmett who had fled, I couldn't help but glance at his nicely toned body. He was cute. Cuter than Josh, whom I had had a crush on forever. Josh worked with the Volturi as an assassin, but when he was free, he spent time with me. I think he was going to ask me out just a couple of days before he left, but he had to leave hurriedly and never got the chance. I wondered where he was right now.
"Bella!" I turned to Esme, who was looking at me. "Do you know who started this mess?"
I glanced around me and gasped. The pillows on Scruffy's sofa were torn, the door was hanging off of one hinge, and Scruffy's piano harbored a scuff mark on the side. Feathers were floating in the air, and I blew one away from my face.
"Emmett. He poked Scruffy."
"Scruffy?" Esme raised an eyebrow.
"Long story," I smiled sheepishly.
"Wait a minute, Emmett poked Edward? I thought he would've grown out of that by now." Esme smiled. "Oh well, it's not like this never happens."
"I bet. Emmett was a bundle of raw nerves and energy. I think he caused more damage to our house than any of my other brothers put together. He was a bumbling idiot. I wonder if that trait was enhanced," I thought.
"Hey, Issy, unfortunately for you, it wasn't. But what about your klutziness? Did you bring that with you as well?" Emmett, looking a little tousled from Scruffy's "friendly punching" asked.
I nearly blushed. Why did he have to bring that up?
"Um, no, no, not at all. I am as graceful as I ever was." I smiled at him, all the while cursing him in several different languages in my head.
"You never were graceful. I remember that old table with the broken leg we used to have. No matter what, you would always hit a corner and fall."
"Emmett, I swear that table was out to get me. It never stopped. It was possessed. It literally followed me around. I never ever tried to hurt it; in fact, I do believe that I was rather nice to it, even after it gave me that abominable scar," I glared at him. "Besides, its probably rotting away in some old garbage dump."
"So you were clumsy. I would've liked to have seen that. I think it would've been entertaining." Scruffy laughed.
"Don't you dare poke fun at me," I growled. I attempted to advance, but ended up tripping over one of the ripped pillows. Naturally, I started to fall, but cold and strong hands caught me before I hit the floor.
"Graceful?" Emmett roared with laughter. I looked up at my rescuer. Scruffy was looking at me with the strangest look.
"Um, thanks for catching me. That's a first."
"What, no one ever caught you?"
"Ha. As if that would happen. Emmett enjoyed seeing me fall." I glared again at Emmett.
"I am so sorry. I wish I was there so that I could've had the pleasure of catching you—and saving you from that evil table of yours." Scruffy's smile gleamed with teasing, but was it just me, or was there something more?
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