“NOOOOOOOOO!!” cried Emmett as Edward beat him for the ump-teenth time that weekend on the Playstation.
They had been playing NCAA Football 2007 for the entire weekend. Emmett usually beat him at this game. I was pretty sure Edward wasn’t cheating, but I couldn’t be certain. I wasn’t the one that read minds.
A huge grin appeared on Edward’s face as he jumped up from his former seat on the floor. He threw his hands in the air and yelled “YES!! I BEAT YOU AGAIN!” at the top of his lungs. He had been uncharacteristically happy the entire weekend, what with him beating Emmett constantly and my staying over for the long weekend.
Whatever higher powers there were, that had been gracious enough to give us Monday off of school. Alice had suggested that I stay the long weekend at their house. Charlie thought that we had gone camping around Neah Bay. It was a beach town, just a bit further from Forks than Port Angeles. It was far enough to keep us out of contact for the weekend, but close enough to not worry Charlie.
Emmett, who was still seated on the ground, slumped over in defeat. He lay there for a while, not breathing, pretending to be dead. Well, technically, he already was, but you get the point.
I stood up from the black leather couch that was in the living room and stood over Emmett, peering down at him. I nudged him with my foot and said to Edward, “Oh, look. Now you’ve gone and killed him. Rosalie isn’t going to be too happy.”
Edward chuckled and smiled his crooked smile. He placed his arms around my waist and pulled me to him, making my heart beat erratically. I wondered idly if I could possibly have the same affect on him. What a wonder that would be.
He held me like that for a minute, listening to me breathe, then released me and walked out of the room, still laughing at Emmett’s defeat. As soon as Edward had left the room, Emmett sprung to life and wrapped his arms around my leg like a toddler clinging to his mother.
“I’ve got you now!” he cried.
I laughed as I tried fruitlessly to walk with him attached to my leg. Like a child playing a game, he refused to let go.
Just as I was beginning to move several inches with Emmett still attached with a death grip on my leg, Alice walked through the room on her way to the back door.
“Why Bella, it seems that you have spurted quite a large growth on your leg since I last saw you. How hideous it is.”
I took one look at Emmett’s expression, which he was trying to make it seem as if he was angry at Alice’s comment (but wasn’t working too well), and started laughing so hard I thought I might break a rib. Alice was laughing just as hard as me.
“Let me help you with that,” she said. She gracefully walked over to Emmett and began tickling his sides. He began laughing but did not relinquish his hold on my leg.
“Oh my god! Stop! Stop! I can’t take it anymore! I cant breathe!”
“Emmett, you don’t need to breathe.” I replied as I leaned over to help Alice tickle him.
The two of us tickling him was too much. He released his told on my leg, laughing too hard to hold on any longer. I jumped away and yelled, “Yes! I won!”
I thought about doing a victory dance, but then I realized that I would probably fall and hurt myself.
Alice was still giggling as she danced over to the backdoor and went outside. I looked down at Emmett, who had a look of genuine disappointment on his face.
“I still didn’t win.” He said.
Then, an idea struck me. I could help Emmett win and answer my previous question.
“Hey Emmett, I have an idea…”
I had spent the morning in the woods with Edward. It was Monday now. We walked around for hours without a path, never getting lost. He had pointed out all the trees and their names to me as we walked.
When it had begun raining, he had pushed my wet hair behind my ears and kissed me in the rain. He carried me on his back as he ran back to the house.
After we had come inside, sopping wet, Emmett has demanded a rematch against Edward in the football game they had been playing yesterday. Edward told him to wait as we went up stairs to change.
I blushed madly as I changed, knowing that he was watching me. Why did I have to be so slow at everything?
“What?” he asked. “You have nothing to be ashamed of. You are the most beautiful women I have ever seen. And it still amazes me that you want to be with me.”
This only proceeded to make me blush even harder, if that was possible. I suspect that I was the color of a brick wall.
“Isn’t their anyway I could possibly have the same affect on you that you have on me?” I asked. His answer was a fairly incredulous look.
We walked back downstairs together, his arm around my waist and mine around his back. Emmett was already waiting for us by the TV, Playstation controller in hand, with another sitting on the ground next to him. On the huge TV screen, there was a football player pulling his arm back, preparing to throw a game-winning pass.
Edward left me and immediately plopped down cross-legged beside Emmett. I seated myself once again on the couch. The game was on!
Edward and Emmett seemed to be evenly matched during most of the game. When Edward began to pull ahead by two touch downs, I decided to make my move. I winked at Emmett as I sat down behind Edward and put my arms around his waist. He faltered a little in his played, and messed up a kick-off. Emmett immediately began smiling like someone stuck in a mental ward, and I was sure that I mirrored his expression. When I placed my lips at the base of his neck and exhaled, Edward knew something was up. He let out a shudder of distracted pleasure, allowing Emmett to run the ball up the field several more yards. Edward was frowning now. He knew what I was up to, I could tell, but he was determined not to say anything about it. This was perfect.
I moved my lips down his spine, kissing his back through his clean, dark blue shirt. I distracted him again, and allowed Emmett to score a touch down. Maybe I did have the same affect on him…
Now he was only down seven points. Emmett’s eyes glistened. Victory was within his sight, as well as mine.
I scooted closer to Edward, who remained still as a stature except for his forearms and hands which were constantly moving, trying to regain lost ground in the game. I push my body up against his back. On the TV, Emmett intercepted a pass that Edward had thrown. I glanced over at Emmett, who had his tounge sticking out at the side of his mouth, trying hard to concentrate. It took everything I had not to start laughing. That would have ruined what I was trying to help Emmett with, and what I was trying to find out.
Emmett gained several more yards in the game. Edward was fairly distracted now, and Emmett was close to another touch down. It was time to make my final move.
I began kissing the back of Edward’s neck, then gradually I moved to the side. I heard a cry from Emmett and I knew that he had scored another touch down and tied the score. Edward swiveled his head around just enough so I could see his eyes.
“That is very distracting.” He said to me.
For a moment, I thought he might actually be angry. I looked up and what glistened in his eyes was about the farthest thing from anger: lust. He turned halfway around and placed his luscious, cold lips on mine and kissed me as he had only several times. I had the same affect on Edward as he had on me. That made me immensely happy.
I barely heard Emmett scream “YES!” at the top of his lungs. My heart was beating too loud. He had scored a field goal and won the game.
But that didn’t matter to me anymore. And I’m pretty sure it didn’t matter too much to Edward, either. He was too busy kissing me.
Author's Chapter Notes:
This was fun to write. There are three things that inspired me to write this story: 1) Its almost football season again. yay! 2) I watched my little brother play World of Warcraft for hours on end. And now I actually understand it. and 3) My best friend's six year old cousin, who spent three days clinging to our legs and us having to drag her around.
Neah Bay is an actual place. I looked pictures of it up, and it looks similar to La Push, except that there's more sand. And there's a city nearby. Maybe I'll write a sequel where they actually visit Neah Bay.
Disclaimer: un-uh. its not mine. All this is Stephenie Meyer's.
Neah Bay is an actual place. I looked pictures of it up, and it looks similar to La Push, except that there's more sand. And there's a city nearby. Maybe I'll write a sequel where they actually visit Neah Bay.
Disclaimer: un-uh. its not mine. All this is Stephenie Meyer's.