Wow, early update. Don't ask me why but I like to update the first of the month.
This chapter is thin, very thin cause I had to take a chunk out of it to make sense of the previous chapters, taking out the tattoo references mostly. I actually forgot about this chapter and what happened in it, so when I read through it I was like 'holy shit, I did that?' It's gonna get worse before it gets better, but I promise all my lovely readers this will have a happy ending... I'll try and give this a happy ending.
Hopefully I haven't fucked up anyone's name but knowing me, I have.
I just suddenly remembered an old review. Who was the brilliant little bugger that reviewed the chapter where Bella got the shit beaten outta her by the mugger, and said something along the lines of 'she must've curb stomped that leprechaun' Who are you? I can't remember your name but I do remember laughing for at least 5 minutes.
"What do you want, Bella? You've got a minute." Alice stood in front of the bed, her back straight and her arms folded over her chest.
"I want to talk to you, about us." I leaned against the door.
"What us? There is no us." She spat out harshly.
"But... that's what you wanted, right? An us? I thought you'd be happy that I'm finally having this conversation with you, which I'm pretty sure has been waiting for awhile now. Can't we have a... I don't know, a relationship trial thing? If it doesn't work out, we'll forget about it." Last part was a lie but she doesn't need to know that.
"If it doesn't work, we'll forget about it?" She said slowly, incredulously. "Bella, this is a relationship, not a subscription to Vanity Fair."
"Okay, those weren't the best words. Just... ugh!" I moved and sat down heavily on their bed, silently hoping they've washed the sheets recently. "I'm not good at this talking bullshit. Why can't we have a go? I thought this would, I don't know, prove myself." I waved my hands around the room, not really sure what I'm using as the example.
"What has proven yourself? That you haven't slept with anyone in three weeks? And the reason we can't get together is because I have a girlfriend, and said girlfriend is in the next room." She made a move to the door but I jumped up and stood in front of it, blocking her.
"No, not yet. Neither of us is leaving this room til we've finished talking."
"No!" She shouted. Shit, I think I might of pushed her passed her limit. "We are not having this conversation when you are ready. This is the one thing you will not have control over. You have had years to start this conversation, you are not starting it now. We will talk when I'm ready, when I've decided." She pushed me away from the door and stormed out.
I stayed where I was until I heard the apartment door slam shut. I sighed and walked back into the living room, ignoring Rose's glares. I sat next to Em and hoped to become invisible. That hope was shot to shit quickly. Jasper marched down from the kitchen and stood in front of me, blocking the TV.
"What did you say to her?" He demanded. I shrugged. "Tell me."
"Why do you ask me? You're just going to ask Alice later." I leaned around Jasper and grabbed the remote.
"I'd like to hear it from you first." He knocked the remote out of my hand. I glared at him.
"What the fuck is your problem? All I said was they looked cosy together and they left, nothing to do with what I said." I picked the remote up off the floor.
"Did you say you look cosy together or, you look cosy together?" He very closely copied my sarcastic voice. My eyes darted away. "The latter then. Does your filter work at all? You know the filter, the barrier that blocks thoughts from escapin' your mouth?"
"I can't help it. She brings my anger out quicker." I gripped the controller tighter.
"Don't blame Tanya for your jealously."
"She's the cause of it."
"Maybe so, but if you weren't such a fool with your emotions and how to deal with them, you might have been in her apartment with Alice this very second." He grabbed the controller again and held it behind him. I sighed and leaned back in the couch.
"Why do I get this feeling that we keep having the same conversation over and over again but on a different day?"
"Because you're bein' awkward! You do somethin' that enforces your feelin's then say somethin' that pushes you three steps back. It's infuriatin'."
"That's apart of the repeated conversation as well." I noted.
"Please have an adult conversation with Alice for once. You know adult? The thing you're not."
I inhaled slowly. "Ooh, I don't know if I can do that just yet." Jasper slapped the back of my head. "Okay, ow. I just came out of hospital, you don't hit people who've come out of hospital." I rubbed the sore spot.
"You do if they're actin' like morons." He pulled me up by my arm. "Go to Alice and talk, and don't come back until you do." He pushed me towards the door. I rolled my eyes.
"Jasper, I already had an adult conversation with her, or tried to. She doesn't want to touch me or the situation with a... cattle prod. Though, on second thought she'd probably love to jab me repetitively with a cattle prod." I leaned heavily on the door, the doorknob happily digging into my side.
"You... really?" He sounded really surprised, not that I could blame him. "When, what did you say?"
"Just now. We did it in the bedroom. What did I say... I said I wanted to talk about us, she said there was no us," Jasper let out a low groan. "I suggested a relationship trial thing, not using the best words, she disagreed, obviously, uhh... she tried to leave, I blocked the door, she shouted at me, saying when we talk about us is when she decides, that I'm not calling the shots on this one. She left and here we are." I stared at him expectantly.
"Wow... that's not good." I blinked at him. "Sorry, that's not the right thing to say. I don't know what to advice. Try again and again and again."
"Isn't that a bit... desperate?"
"Okay, try a different angle. She's not going to leave Tanya because you are ready for her, she's not like that. She might not leave Tanya for a long time," I opened my mouth to object. "Don't. I know you don't like the idea but it is a possibility. Try gettin' into her good graces first, then be her friend. I know it's not what you want but it's a start. Perhaps what happened in high school might happen again."
Fuck, why does he have to be right about everything? I heaved a sigh and sagged against the door, the doorknob cutting into another inch of my skin. "What do I do now?"
"Talk to her again but be more calmer, not as full on, apologize and say the ball's in her court."
"Fine, you know it all homo." I grabbed my jacket and walked out the apartment, sitting on my smoking step and pulled out my packet.
"For god sake Bella! Go talk to her." Jasper pulled opened the door and was pointing down the stairs. I sighed and stubbed out my just lit cigarette.
"I'm going, I'm going." I slipped the packet back into my jacket pocket. "Jesus, I just wanted to have my last smoke before I walk into the firing squad again." Jasper rolled his eyes.
"Don't be over dramatic. Go, now."
"I'm going. See," I jumped down the rest of the first flight of stairs. "Happy?"
"Yes, now keep goin'." He stood at the top of the stairs, watching me. I rolled my eyes then walked down the rest of the stairs. When I reached the fourth flight I heard the door slam shut. I sighed and sat on a step, relighting my cigarette. Okay, adult conversation... guess I should get rid of my quick release suspenders and polka dot boxers then. Jesus, my humour is shit today, even to me. My phone screeched at me, telling me someone's calling me.
I pulled it out. "What?"
"Don't stop half way down." Jasper's voice came through.
"How the fuck? Can you see me?" I looked around me, trying to find a camera or a hole in the wall.
"I know you, especially when you're at your most annoyin' and awkwardness. Go and talk to Alice this very second before I come down there and drag you to her."
"Jesus, you nag worse than a wife, I feel so sorry for Embry." I snapped my phone shut before he could throw a bitch fit. I'm gonna pay for that later on. I stubbed out my cigarette and walked the rest of the stairs. It was starting to get dark and was cold as fuck when I opened the door. I pulled my jacket tighter around me and walked north east to Alice's apartment. I probably spent at least ten minutes outside the building, fighting with myself to press the buzzer. I sighed and walked down the steps and headed to the bar.
"Bella!" Charlotte shouted over the music, running around the bar and bear hugged me.
"Hey," I squeezed her back.
"How are you?" She pulled back and ducked under the bar.
I sighed. "Not the best but not the worst." I sat on one of the stools. "Can I get the usual?"
"Of course, my lovely." She walked off to get my beer while I played with one of the beer coaters. "Tell me all about your problems and woes."
"I talked to Alice about us, didn't use the right words, she shouted and left, and I am pushing her away each and everyday." I took the bottle from her hand.
"Aw, want me to join the pity party? I'll make that a free drink." Her sympathy would piss me off if it was someone else. I nodded.
"Join in the fun, sugar." I sighed and threw back my drink.
"Want to talk about it? After all the bartender is the poor man's therapist." She leaned forward on the counter. I shook my head.
"Na, I keep my emotions bottled up, it's easier."
"Then one day it'll all burst out in a big ball of murderous rage." She told me.
"Exactly. Hasn't happened yet but I'm sure it will one day." I chuckled.
"Do you want me to put a sad song on the jukebox?" She reached into her back pocket and put her wallet on the surface.
"I'm not that fucking depressed. I'll just drown my sorrows and self pity." I smiled lazily.
"You would think after someone was mugged coming back from drinking, they wouldn't return twenty four hours later."
"I don't learn my lessons." I slid the empty bottle towards Charlotte. "Same again, Charlatan."
"I've learned not to question your nicknames for people." She replaced my bottle with a full one.
"Well done." I rested on my forearms on the bar. "Go and tend to the rest of the drunks, I'll be fine." I waved her off. She placed another beer bottle in front of me before she walked off to tend to the others. Twenty minutes later, I was half way through my third bottle and had a small pile of torn beer coasters next to the empty bottles. "Bella, привет." Oh fuck no. That Russian accent told me who was behind me. I sighed and glance over my shoulder.
"Hello Tanya." She took that as permission to sit next to me. Great. "How are you?"
"Good, you okay?" She took one of the many pieces of shredded coaster and played with it.
"Just fine." I called over Charlotte and ordered another drink. "Do you want anything?" I asked out of politeness, fuck knows why.
"I'll have a dirty Martini, спасибо." She turned in her seat and crossed her legs. "Why do you stay in New York?"
"My friend Rose is getting married and I'm helping her plan the wedding." I thanked Char and gave her the empty bottle. I bet by the end of the night, I'd drunk so many bottles I could save the entire planet from endangerment.
"You are very sweet" She smiled at me and placed her hand on my arm. I furrowed my eyebrows.
"Uh, yea I guess." I drank some out of the bottle. "Will you excuse me?" I got up and walked to the rest room. I washed my hands afterwards and walked back to the bar. Tanya smiled at me and ran her hand through her hair slowly. What the fuck is with her?
"I order you another drink." She pushed the bottle in front of me. I smiled slightly and nodded in thanks. Half an hour later I was feeling pretty fucking fuzzy. I'm pretty sure time was skipping on me. One minute I was sitting next to Tanya in the bar and the next we were outside in the alley next to it, making out. The next minute we were in an apartment – Tanya's I'm guessing – on the couch, pulling each others clothes off. We ended up on a bed, naked and... well you can guess.
I'm sure I was half passed out already since I didn't have a real idea what the crap was happening. Long legs were wrapped around my waist, my face in a neck then sharp pain through my head, moans, someone speaking another language, then... more stuff happened before I properly passed out.
I yawned and lifted a hand to rub the sleep out of my eyes. I looked down and saw I had an extra hand on my stomach... I glanced to the left of me and saw a nude painting mounted on the wall, then quickly glanced to the right and saw Tanya sleeping on her side. Oh shit!
Yea... Ooh, this is going to be a rough ride. I almost regret writing this.
I can't remember if it's the next chapter or the chapter after, but one of them is going to be a new, never before seen chappie! Finally moving along with the fucking plot.
Can someone give me a name of a drug, sort of like Roofies but not quite. Doesn't E make time skip on you?
Review my lovely, beautiful, funny as fuck readers. Is the flattery helping?