I'll be Your Lover Too.
Edward and his mates celebrate the return of Emmett, who has just returned from L.A. for university. He brings along his new girlfriend and her closest friends. Emmett's new girlfriend, the cocky but shy Bella Swan, turns out to be the girl of Edward's dreams … but his best friend's girl. Does she feel the same way? And how will Emmett take this?
RATED M FOR THE OBVIOUS REASONS. AU/AT/AH. And I don't own Twilight or anything related to it. It's just one of those things that we can play around with.
I got the idea for this fic from the song "Crush" by David Archuleta.
A/N: Thank you all for the great reviews! Another author note on the bottom, as per usual. Now, let's get started on Chapter 9! :)
Chapter 9: Consequences
I woke up really, really early. I was surprised that I actually did wake up this early, as I went to bed so late thinking about how I was going to do it. And I was. I was feeling better than I've felt in the past few days, because I knew that my problems will finally disappear and everything will go the way I wish.
I sat up, and looked at the time. 6:00 a.m. I rubbed my eyes and got up, gathering my toiletries. I looked up. Emmett rolled over and began to snore quietly. I stared at him for a while. If I was going to miss anything, it would be how adorable he looked when he slept. But I knew I had to do it. And I was.
I had a really long shower, going over again and again what I was going to do and how. By the time I walked out, my plan was simple and unexpected; I was going to go up to him and just say it.
I opened my bag to find a heap of clothing that I had worn over the past few days. Seeing as I had heaps of time, I sat on the floor, cleaning it up. From this, I found the perfect clothing to wear, which was good for a break-up. I added my fake glasses that I bought in New York, just to symbolise that I knew what I was doing, and well, it went with my outfit.
I dressed slowly, choosing my shoes carefully until I picked white silvery flats. I grabbed my iPod and went over to the couch. I plugged the earphones in, turned on my favourite song, and lay down. I closed my eyes and began to imagine it happening in action. I walked up to him … I said the words … he agreed … I went to Edward …
Before I knew it, one earphone was pulled out and someone whispered, "I didn't know you wore glasses."
I shot up quickly, pulled the earphones off and looked to see who disturbed me. It was Edward, himself, looking gorgeous as usual. He was smiling at me. "Your hair looks like a haystack, but I like it."
As much as this made me feel good, I tried to flatten it down. "Why are you up so early?"
"Early? It's almost 8."
I checked, and it was. "Oh," I said, peering down. "Must've lost track of time."
"Your mind off somewhere else?"
I smiled, and nodded. "Well?" he asked. "Do you wear glasses?"
"No, these are fake." I pulled them off. "Here, try them on."
He took them from me and when his finger briefly touched mine, I felt that spark. It reassured me more that what I was going to do was right. Edward pulled them on, and smiled. "How do I look?"
I laughed. "Like an idiot." Okay, I lied.
He laughed too. "Probably. They look better on you anyway." He handed them back to me.
We stared at each other for what felt like forever, plastered with the same smiling face.
"Breakfast!" called a sing-song voice, and I saw Alice slaving away at the kitchens.
As I got up to go to the kitchen, I saw Jasper showing Keira his finished artwork, Jacob behind a newspaper at the dining table, Rosalie fixing the strap on her shoe and Emmett walked out of the bathroom. I was confused; did I just dose off? Then I realised that I actually spent forever fixing my luggage and choosing clothes, I didn't really notice anything else around me.
It felt strange, sitting on the dining table with everyone. It would normally be only a few people, but now it was everyone. Emmett and Rosalie were sitting on the ends, Keira, Jasper and Alice on one side, me, Edward and Jacob on the other. Alice put the food on the table, and everyone started to dig in, taking in helpings of sausages and bacon.
The usual breakfast conversation ensued, about what everyone was going to do today and what-not like that. I spaced out for most of it, nodding when I knew someone was saying something important to make it seem I was listening, but I was really thinking about the man on my left. When should I say it? I thought about how, but never when …
"I should be getting the results of my interview today," said Emmett, cutting up his sausage. "If they don't call soon, I'll call them."
"That desperate?" Rosalie said teasingly. Emmett stuck out his tongue at her, and she did at him. I knew everyone was staring at them and in turn at me. I was sort of shocked too, but I knew that I was basically doing the exact same thing. I ignored it, eating the rest of my bacon.
When everyone was finished, Alice gathered up the plates, and everyone else went to do their own thing. I felt sorry for Alice, so I went over to her. "Alice, here, let me."
She looked at me, shocked. "No, no! I'm fine!"
"Alice, you just planned a wedding yesterday and you made us breakfast, it's the least that I could do."
She smiled at me, and then turned to Edward. "See? She helps me out!"
"Well, you fucking won't let me near it!"
Alice and I both laughed. I washed, and even with my arguments, she dried. We talked about everything we could think of, from fashion to celebrities to guys.
When we finished, I saw the perfect target. Emmett was reading the paper that Jacob had. Edward was sitting on the couch, answering questions about his guitar from Rose. Keira and Jasper were playing with his paint, and Jacob was behind a book. We could hide and talk behind the paper …
I strode up to him, full of confidence. "Emmett," I said strongly, but quietly. "We need to talk."
He looked up at me. "Yeah, okay."
I was initially surprised that he didn't seem upset or overwhelmed at my words; well, they normally did in the movies.
As I opened my mouth to say something, 'Sex on Fire' by Kings of Leon began to play out of his pocket. That was classified as our song, even though we've never had sex. He held up a hand to stop me from talking and pulled out his phone.
"Private number," he mumbled, and answered. "Hello?"
The room seemed to have gone totally silent. I looked over at everyone else, and they were all staring at Emmett. The suspense was thick in the air; I knew what this phone call could be. I hoped that it wasn't somehow …
"Yes, this is him speaking."
For some reason, those were the words that crushed my plans.
He nodded and said "mhmm" a few times. Then a wide grin crossed his face. "Yes, that's fantastic news." His voice was still professional-like, even though he was grinning like an idiot. "Yes, thank you so, so much. Good day to you."
He hung up and looked at me; his eyes sparkling in what I thought were tears. Then he yelled at the tip of his lungs, "I GOT THE FUCKING JOB!"
I burst of excitement erupted around me, as Emmett took me in his arms and kissed me hard. To make it seem like nothing out of the ordinary was going to happen, I kissed him back. He hugged me tight.
"Well done," I whispered in his ear. "I'm so proud of you."
He pulled back and looked at me, smiling widely. Then he went to go greet the people around him. I felt Keira come up behind me, and give me the look that said, I-know-what-you-were-about-to-do. I nodded at her in absolute defeat.
After hugging the now quiet Jacob a few times, he said to everyone, "I say we party! Tonight!"
"No, no, no!" Alice squealed, jumping up and down. "Not tonight! I have a meeting with my boss, he might promote me, damn it!"
"Alright, alright," Emmett said, his happiness slowly deflating at Alice's words. "Tomorrow then?"
"Deal!" said Alice, louder than anyone else, which was surprising as she was so small. "And I will plan everything! It will be absolutely amazing!" She then bounded off into her room.
Emmett went over to the lounge room, where he proclaimed a video game should be played in light of the events. Keira stayed behind with me, as I stood there, totally lost.
"You're still going to do it, right?" she asked me, turning me around so we could look at each other.
"I-I can't," I croaked.
"What! Why not? I thought you really wanted to! Like, really needed to!"
"I know, I know, but how can I now? He is so happy."
I knew that she was about to say, "by the way he and Rosalie were acting before, it wouldn't deflate his spirits at all," but Emmett just yelled out, "Nothing can stop me from making me feel so happy!"
Keira looked at me sternly. "You will do it eventually, right? Like, maybe after the party?"
I nodded, and she hugged me. We went to go join the boys, cheering them on some racing game, trying to put on my brave face. Oh, what was I to do now?
"Okay," I said loudly, stepping in front of the television screen. The boys emitted a groan.
"Alice, I love you and everything, but can you please move?" pleaded Edward. "I'm about to smash Emmett."
Emmett scoffed. "Unlikely. I'm about to smash you."
"You know what," I said as Edward opened his mouth. "This is cute and all, how you're playing video games, but we have more serious issues on our hands."
Emmett looked up at me. I was prepared for it – I gave him that pleading look before he could show me his puppy face. He hastily set down his remote and paused the game. All the boys looked over at him, confused, but he simply looked at me, waiting for me to speak. Everyone's eyes turned to me.
I cleared my throat. "Well, as we know, Emmett got his dream job." I paused for a few more jeers and claps on the back. "Since I – and we should all be – busy tonight, the party will be tomorrow night …"
"Why will I be busy tonight?" Jasper asked, putting up his hand like in a classroom. I blushed uncertainly and laughed quietly. "To pick out your outfit of course. Now I have a few ideas for themes. Don't look at me like that Emmett, you know very well every party needs a theme.
"So I have … costume party, Hawaiian party, suit party or we could just go to a club. So, what do we all pick?"
"Well, we just had a party at a club; Hawaiian party doesn't seem appealing …" pondered Emmett.
"So, you want a costume party?"
A breakout of chatter and nods of agreement went Emmett's way.
"How fun would that be!" squealed Keira. "A costume party!"
I looked over at Emmett for approval, and he nodded. The girls cheered.
"Costume party it is!" I said, grinning. "Now, costumes. Either you make up your own themed costume or you pick one out of the hat."
"Picking gives it more edge," Jacob said hoarsely. He cleared his throat, and it was evident that he hadn't properly spoken for a while.
"Okay, everyone agree?" One by one, everyone nodded slowly, obviously perplexed still that Jacob spoke out for the first time in days.
"Right!" I said brightly, trying to bring the enthusiasm back. "Emmett, there's no need for you to pick."
"Why not?" Emmett bellowed.
"Calm down! It's just that your costume is obvious. A lawyer, but with edge, just to make things fun."
Emmett nodded in approval, smiling.
"Okay, I will pass the hat around and everyone pick a paper."
Rosalie was first, so she stuck her hand into the hat and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper. She almost teared it open. "Rock chick!"
Bella was next, sitting on Keira's lap. "Princess?"
"Yeah sorry, I couldn't think of anymore. Just dress up classy or something."
Keira stuck in her hand. "Classic, awesome!"
I got to Edward. "Just wondering, if one of us guys got princess, would we have to dress as one, or a prince?"
"It says princess, not prince," I smirked.
"Luck I didn't get that then," he said, putting his hand into the hat. As he read his, he let out a groan. "Hobo?!"
Everyone in the room laughed. "Sorry," I said between fits of giggles. "Someone had to get a shit one."
I passed the hat to Jasper. "Preppy. That I can do." He winked up at me as I passed the hat to Jacob.
"Fashionable, so what's in style?" he asked, still sounding a bit croaky.
"Yep, that's it." I walked back into the front of the room. "So it's just me now, and I know what it is!"
I pulled out the last tiny bit of paper and read aloud, "Glamerous."
"Of course you get that one," said Edward. "And I get the homeless one."
"Stop being such a KJ!" I said, throwing him the hat. "So, I was thinking girls, going shopping today, to pick out some clothes?"
The girls all bounded up and grabbed their purses. "You boys can continue."
I picked up my purse and joined the girls. "Oh and Edward …?"
"The keys are on the hook."
"Thanks … hobo."
"Edward, pick up your damn controller."
I was brought back to reality. I was quite content, imagining Bella dressed as a princess, my princess, and giving herself to me …
I shook my head out of it, and Emmett took it the wrong way. "Don't you want to play anymore? I was just about to smash you!"
"Yeah, I'm not so much in the mood anymore," I replied, deciding to go with it.
"Please don't tell me that you're cut up because you have to dress up as a hobo."
"I'm not! I'm just not in the mood anymore, like I said."
They started to play again, Emmett's new target being Jasper. Then Emmett's phone began to vibrate.
"Check that for me, will you E?"
I picked up his phone and noticed it was a text message from Alice. Wondering if she's crashed my car or not, I opened it and read it aloud: "By the way, the house is a mess. Clean it if you can, I have a lot on my hands."
"Fuck no! This is my party," said Emmett grumpily, doing violent movements with the controller, almost knocking me out.
"Fine then Mr. Lawyer, I'll do it."
I didn't mind cleaning up. It was sort of good, because I got to get away from everyone else. I decided to start with the kitchen, cleaning every bit of its surface. I would occasionally hear jeers from Emmett and shouts of accusations from Jasper or a hoarse Jacob. I offered him some water, but he ended up knocking it over because he was now copying Emmett's movements, which gave me a bit more work.
After I had cleaned the kitchen and was glad that it was now shiny and spotless, I slouched towards the bathroom, knowing that a mess was before me. This gave me another excuse to just sit there, letting my thoughts go wild.
I had never really thought about it, the prospect of what was happening. I had always seen it as a passing phase, and soon Bella would be out of this house, and I would hardly ever see her, I would end up settling with some Brazilian model. Even when I imagined Emmett standing at the altar, watching Bella walking towards him, it always ends with me ruining it, professing my love for her.
I began to scrub really hard on a particular part of the sink that the paint was coming off. I concealed it by covering it with the bar of soap. I got into the shower, throwing cleaner everywhere and washing it off. As I was doing this, I heard a knock on the door.
"Mind if I intrude?" asked Jasper, stepping in.
"Oh, not at all," I said, accidently pouring water on my jeans. I walked out and tried to dry it.
"Need help?" he chuckled.
"Nah, it'll dry."
"No, I mean about cleaning. Do you want help cleaning?"
"Oh, well if you're up for it. Alice hardly cleans because she's disgusted by the 'mess' we make, and when we clean it it's always terrible."
He laughed, picking up a cloth and starting to clean the tub. We just cleaned for a few moments, when Jasper suddenly said, "Girls are confusing."
"Only realised that now, have we?" I mused.
"No, I mean … I don't know. I'm just surprised."
He sighed heavily. "You know, about me and Rose? Well, she seemed so cut up about it, and now she's all over Emmett."
I looked up at him. Sure, that incident at breakfast was obvious, but surely … I felt confused, sort of elated. If Emmett was doing that, my thoughts about Bella were totally sinless …
"You're face sort of just glazed over." He was now looking at me as if he could see through my soul, knowing what I was thinking. It made me feel uncomfortable, and suddenly a little voice in my head said: you should tell him.
I turned around and began to scrub again, ignoring this new found voice in my head. It persisted. Tell him, about Bella. He's her best friend; he might be able to help you.
Help me with what? I shot back.
The voice was now quiet, as if disappeared. I thought about it. Maybe I should tell him, He's the one that knows Bella the most, besides Keira, but that would be just be strange if I talked about Bella with her. This was like … man to man talk.
"I talked about it to him, you know, Emmett," Jasper said conversationally, oblivious to the conflict that was going through my head. "He said that they were just two people, trying to get to know each other better. What complete bullshit."
I turned around to see him scrubbing the tub harder. "You seem to be pretty upset about it," I said pointedly.
"Well, that's only because of Bella. I don't care what Rosalie does, she practically throws herself at any man at any given time. And Emmett, he was known as the player in university. That's why I told Bells not to date him, and she agreed with me, but soon after they got talking something changed in her. I don't know, he still seems the same to me."
"Emmett's sometimes like that," I said, clearing out all the towels and dumping them on the floor. "But I've seen him when he's really into someone. It seemed sort of unrealistic when you see it, but you knew it was true."
Jasper then looked my straight into my eyes. "Is he like that with Bella?"
I could tell from the look he gave me that he truly cared for Bella in just a best friend way, which made me believe fully that he was telling the truth on that night of truth or dare. "No."
Jasper threw the cloth and said bitterly, "I knew it." He turned on the tap and washed away the cleaner. I thought that this was a good time to close the door properly, so that we wouldn't be disturbed or overheard. When he turned the tap off and started to rinse the tub properly, I asked him, "Who do you think is proper for Bella?"
I tried to sound as casual as possible, and I think it worked because he smiled. "I wouldn't have a clue, because she's always gone out with losers, and her heart was almost always broken. Sometimes she just dated them because she wanted to feel loved, but when she realised that I would always be there for her, she started dating people she really liked, or she thought she did." He smirked, getting up to rinse the cloth.
I felt like an idiot and not really convincing, just standing there, so I picked up the towels, put them in the dirty clothing basket and filled up a bucket. I gestured Jasper to move out of the way so I could clean the floor. We both stood in the corners as I poured the water over the floor. We watched it trickle down the drain, and then picked up dirty towels to clean it all up.
As I passed Jasper a towel, he said to me, "You're a good guy, Edward."
I looked up at him, bewildered. "Where did that come from?" I laughed.
"For Bella, I mean."
I could feel myself go hot, and knew that my cheeks were going red. I kept my face down, cleaning up the water around me. When I knew it was safe for me to look up, I said, "What makes you say that?"
"I don't know really, I just know you are. I can see it in Bella's face. Whenever she's around you; you're like an infectious disease to her, but only good." He sighed, throwing the towel on the ground.
I felt so hot; I thought my face was going to melt off. We cleaned up the floor in silence, and the rest of the bathroom for that matter. I kept hearing Jasper's voice in my head. I was a good infectious disease. To Bella. Bella Swan. It took a while to register, and I never thought that I would fully do so.
I threw down my controller, making a crashing noise on the coffee table. I put my arms up in the air, while Jacob sunk into the lounge.
"YES! I WON! I BEAT ALL THREE OF YOU!"
"Actually," I heard Jasper's voice say, emerging from the bathroom full of cleaning products in his arms, Edward behind him, covering his face in towels. "Edward declined the offer, so really you only beat two of us."
I cocked my eyebrow at him. "Whatever, I still beat all of you."
Edward emerged from the laundry, helping Jasper with the cleaning products. "Any clothes you want to wash?"
"Yeah they're all on the floor."
I saw Edward shake his head out of the corner of my eye. Jacob stood up. "Do you mind if I put some of my clothes in?" His voice sounded better.
"Not at all," replied Edward.
So I was left all by myself to pack up the game. By the time Jacob came back I was already flicking through channels. I settled with some random football game, and turned to Jacob. "You're voice sounds better."
He forced a smile. "Yeah, that happens when you hardly speak."
"But why didn't you? I mean sure, you did the wrong thing by Alice and Keira, but you shouldn't have to lock yourself up …"
"I did it because I felt ashamed. I blew my one and only chance with a girl I actually had real feelings for, and now whenever she looks at me, she gives me this terrible look that I just can't stand."
I digested his words. "You have feelings for Keira? For someone?"
"You don't have to make it sound so unnatural," he said, squaring his shoulders.
"Sorry, mate. But I think that what you're doing isn't going to make yourself feel better, and it will not catch Keira's attention."
He turned to look at me straight in the eyes. "What are you saying?"
"Well, Keira tells Alice things. And Bella. They tell me that she's sick of you mopping around all the time, and she also thinks that you're pathetic if this is your way of making her feel bad for you."
We sat in silence for a few moments, watching the television but not the program. Jacob finally breathed out, "I blew it."
"Yeah, you did."
Jacob looked at me, bewildered. I shrugged my shoulders. "What else am I supposed to say? You didn't? Because you sure as hell did. But if there's a will, there's a way."
Jacob now looked intrigued. "Meaning?"
"Well, all you need to do is fix it. Just stop crying around like a girl and start acting like you did before, she might actually take notice of you in a different light."
Jacob began to nod his head, but then started to shake it. "What am I kidding, getting advice from you?"
Now it was my turn to look bewildered. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"You can't even have a proper relationship with someone without flirting with someone else."
I scoffed. "I have no idea what you're talking about! Me and Bella are doing fine."
"That's what you think. That's what everyone thought. But from that incident this morning, and yesterday …"
"What incident? What happened?" I was beginning to get mad.
"You two coming back from the movies all happy and shit, and then you were flirting this morning."
"I think you know who," Jacob replied calmly.
I wished that he had lost his voice. I never actually saw it that way, as if I was deceiving Bella with Rosalie or flirting with her whatsoever. I told this to Jacob.
"Well it awfully seems like you both are."
"I was mad yesterday, and I bumped into her on the street and we went to go and see a movie. She made me feel heaps better, and we got along really well. Isn't that allowed?"
"Well, couldn't Bella make you feel better?"
I hesitated for a moment. "It was about Bella."
"Well, I guess that's your problem, so there's no point judging mine."
He got up, mumbled something about the laundry, and walked off, leaving me feeling dumbfounded.
We walked out of yet another shop, with our hands full with shopping bags and smiles on our faces. This is just what we need – a girls day out. We were too cooped up in that small apartment, boy troubles on our mind all the time, it was just nice to go out and have some fun.
We had all already picked out our dresses, shoes and accessories. We giggled at how the boys wouldn't be so into it as us, and decided to get something to eat. We decided on Johnny Rockets. We all clambered into a booth, giggling still. I sat next to Alice, and Keira next to Bella. We all opened our menus and began to read.
"Ugh, I really feel like a big fat hamburger," said Keira.
"Me too! I'm suddenly so hungry! Man, I love this place," replied Alice. We all laughed hysterically.
The waiter came around and took our orders.
"I'll have the Original, with a side of chips and Root Beer Float," said Keira.
"I'll have the same, but the Chilli Cheese Burger!" said Alice, giggling at Keira' choice.
"I'll have the Grilled Chicken Breast Sandwich with a strawberry milkshake," said Bella.
"And, I'll have the Grilled Chicken Club Salad with water," I added, handing him my menu.
"A salad?" Alice asked as soon as he left. "Do you know where we are?"
I laughed. "I know, but as a model I have to keep in shape."
"Are you trying to say that we're going to get fat?" Keira was looking at me sternly. I stammered, and she laughed.
"I'm just joking!!!"
We all laughed with her for a few moments. "We should do this more often," said Bella, playing with her fork. "It's good to get out of the apartment for a while."
"This is fun!" agreed her sister. "At least I don't have to see the wet blanket." She and Alice laughed.
"Yeah, Emmett told me something about that," I said. "He said that you wanted him to speak to him or something."
"Yeah, we did, hopefully something will stick into his thick brain -"
"He didn't tell me that."
Even though it was a whisper, and the restaurant was full of talking people, we all stared at Bella, who was picking her nail.
"Bella …" I began, but she cut me off.
"It's just really crazy that he, who practically just met you yesterday, is suddenly your best friend, and me, who is in fact his girlfriend, never tells me anything. It's karma."
"What's karma?" I asked. I looked at the other two, who began to shift in their seats. I knew what it was about, but I didn't want to. It made me feel too uncomfortable.
"Bella …" I began to say again, but she shook her head.
The food came, and we ate in silence, the first silence in a while. We occasionally took food off each other's plates to try. When Bella commented on how good Keira's burger was and Keira made a joke about it, everything went back to normal, but I kept feeling that there was something wrong with the vibe I was now feeling from her.
I had known Bella ever since middle school. Both our mothers were on the parent council, and we used to always tag along to their meetings. We would play outside, just me and her, and when we went into high school, we stuck together the whole time, until I moved. I have never felt this way from Bella, and it made my heart hurt. Bella was one of my greatest friends.
When we finished we chatted for a while about our themes and the boys'. No one dared mention the humour of Edward's theme. When we got the bill, Keira and Alice began to have an argument about who was to pay. I was in no fit state to argue, and it seemed that neither was Bella. They ended up having a race to the counter to see who was to pay. Then it was just me and Bella. The time seemed to be going so slowly.
"Bella, I'm sorry about before," I stated, breaking the silence. "I never knew that he didn't tell you that, and if it would hurt you so."
She started down at the table. "Can you please just clarify one thing for me?"
I sighed a sigh of relief that she wasn't completely mad at me. "Of course, anything."
"Did anything happen between you and Emmett at the movies?"
"Do you have feelings for him?"
"No!" I hope she didn't notice my hesitation.
She nodded and smirked. I think she did. She hastily stood up and grabbed her bags, which I saw was a sign that Keira and Alice were back.
"I hate you Alice," said Keira. "Next time, I'm paying."
"Whatever, you're just jealous that the guy accepted my payment and not yours."
"What! No way!"
"Sure, I saw the way you were looking at him."
They bickered all the way back to the car, and never really noticed me and Bella and the silence that was going on between us. They were so distracted that we had to sit in the back seat together, staring out the opposite windows.
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