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Thursday, October 6, 2011

VOTP ch.2

"Well keep going. Maybe something will stick out to me that you didn't catch," Jasper said, rubbing my back and encouraging me to go on
"Okay." I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and rubbed my forehead, half trying to remember the events of the day before and half trying to rid myself of the major headache I had. It took me a few seconds to try to put everything in order...
"So, what do you think of those guys back there?" Rosalie asked, biting off a piece her granola bar. "Were they not gorgeous or what? I can't believe we're all headed to the same place? That's gotta be fate or something."
"Oh chill out, Rose. Lots of people go to concerts this time of year. It's not a coincidence that we met people along the way," Bella reasoned from the backseat. Bella didn't often show much emotion towards guys. She's had her share of relationships, and they've all turned out bad. Can't really blame her for being cold and heartless towards them. Especially when her dad is the Chief of Police in our hometown and has threatened every boy she ever brought around. They don't usually stick around long after meeting her dad.
"Shut it, ice queen. Just because you've gotten bit bad in the ass by a few guys doesn't mean there's not hope for the rest of ladies, right Al?" Rosalie directed her gaze to me, briefly smiling before looking back to the road.
"No way, I am not getting into another one of your love debates. Hell no. Leave me out of this one," I said, trying to save my own skin before Bella and Rosalie both jumped down my throat.
"Some day my prince will come," Rosalie sang.
Just then, my cell phone buzzed and the familiar text tone dinged. I looked at the screen to see that it was from James. A big grin spread across my face as I read the message:
Hey. We're probably gonna be there a bit late. Em had to piss again. Dumb fuck drank too much tea. I let him drive though so I could text you. Where you guys at?
"Looks like somebody's prince has already arrived," Bella snidely remarked as I squealed and began to rapidly text back:
Haha. Alright. Tell him to keep a bottle in the car so he can just piss in that. We're about thirty minutes away still. We'll save you a spot in line :)
"Shut up, Bella," I said as I hit SEND, "get your head out of your ass and live a little. I'd fucking run too if somebody's parents threatened to rip out my genitals and hang them on their wall." I really hoped she didn't take offense to that because I didn't mean it in an ugly way.
"Yea, well I won't have to worry much longer about my dad running all my dick sources off," Bella said quietly.
Rosalie and I looked at each other before I spun around in the passenger seat to look at Bella.
"What do you mean?" I demanded.
"Chill out, guys...It's nothing serious, but me and dad had a good long talk last week and he's gonna let me live in the 'apartment' above the garage." Bella's dad had built an "apartment" over their garage about 2 years ago for her older brother to live in so he could have his "freedom" but not move so far away from college. It didn't turn out so well because he ended up going to a college in Arizona and living with their mom.
"Whew!" Rosalie wiped her forehead. My cell phone buzzed again. "I thought I was gonna have to write out a speech convincing you to stay!" Rosalie was so dramatic sometimes. I checked my texts and had three this time. Must have gone through a bad first one was from my mom:
Hey pumpkin. You girls have fun and stay hydrated. Daddy and I love you and we'll see you next week!
She had gone away on vacation with my dad to Florida for a week. The other two texts were from James:
Got him a bottle to piss in. Greatest idea, he said, since urinals. lol.
Also, we're having a party at our friends house tonight. Not far from the venue. You and your friend wanna join? Gonna be pretty big.
I thought it over for a minute. We hadn't known these guys an hour and they were inviting us to a big party out of state. I wasn't exactly sure about it but I didn't see why not. I decided to ask Rose and Bells about it.
"Hey guys, James just texted me an invite to a party tonight at their friends' house. He said we could all come."
"Hell yes! That's exactly what we need. An awesome party after and awesome day at Warped. Did you text him back and say we're in?" Rosalie was glowing with excitement.
"No, I wanted to see what you all thought first...if it was something you guys wanted to do," I explained.
"Well of course it's something we want to do, Al. Text him back and say fuck yes we're in," Rosalie was practically shouting at me.
"Rose, just wait a second," Bella spoke up from the backseat. "We don't even know these guys. We just met them and you're ready to just jump at any opportunity to get drunk and get in bed with Emmet. It can't have been that long since you've had sex."
I tried to cover a giggle by coughing.
"Shut up. It's NOT my lack of a sex life that I wanna go. They seem like really nice guys and it's better than spending extra on a hotel or driving back late. Yes, it's been quite sometime since I've fucked anybody and even longer since I've drank. I wanna have as much of a good time while I'm away from that little shit hole town. I wanna just let loose for a night and not have to be miss perfect for a few hours. Is that too much to ask?" Rosalie was begging now. We all knew Rosalie didn't have it easy back home, and she knew that's exactly what she had to say to get her way.
"Fine, whatever. We can go. But I'm just saying, don't put too much trust into these guys right away." Bella gave her final say about it. She was the voice of reason in our friendship, although she was a year younger than me and Rosalie. Rosalie was the more outgoing and carefree type out of us. I was somewhere in the middle.
"Thank you Bells! Alice, text James and say we're in." Rosalie squealed.
We're pulling into the venue now. Text me when you all get here. Btw: we're totally in for the party tonight.

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