Nostrum Fortis Leo | By : dmdarklord Category: Twilight Series > AU/AR > Slash Views: 15796 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or make any money from this story. |
Chapter 2
Another 20 minutes later, his phone began to play one of his favourite songs and he pulled it out of his pocket. It was Emmett.
“Hello?”
“For fucks sake, Ed. Where the hell are you?” came Emmett’s voice from the mobile.
It was obvious that the older Cullen was not impressed with having to meet up with Edward again. “I’m sitting in the food court. Where are you?”
“That’s where I am. Stand up so I can see you!”
Edward did as he was told. As soon as half his head was above the other patrons eating their food, he spotted Emmett on the other side of the court.
“There you are,” the voice growled. “Me and Jazz are gonna get some Macca’s. So hurry up and get your ass over here!”
The phone went dead and Edward slipped it back into his pocket. He picked up his bag full of gifts and weaved his way through the people to where the McDonald’s was located. By the time he got there Emmett and Jasper had already brought their food and were devouring it at a table easily spotted. Edward quietly sat down in a chair next to his brother and waited for the other two to eat.
Barely half a minute passed before that same, annoying tingling feeling raced down his neck again. He spun around, hopeful at catching the person in the act. But there was no one paying any sort of attention to him.
Edward slumped his shoulders and slouched back in his chair. The odd thing was, though, it was diffidently not Emmett or Jasper. The thought made him uneasy.
Finally the two bigger boys finished their lunch and were ready to leave.
Making their way out of the artificial world of the shopping centre and taking the lift up to the roof top car park, the three boys discovered that a storm had blown over and it was raining torrents.
“Shit, man,” Jasper groaned. “I’m gonna look like a drowned rat!”
“Ha ha!” Emmett laughed. “There is no way you’ll be getting any with Alice tonight then. She hates it when anyone looks like they’ve stepped out of a dumpster.”
Jasper’s eyes narrowed at his best friend. “Yeah? Well what do you think Rosalie is going to do? Fling herself at you when you’re sopping wet? I don’t think so!”
Emmett grumbled. “How ‘bout we just get cleaned up at your house before the girls see us. Then there’ll be no worries and we’ll both be tappin’ some bootie tonight!”
Jasper grinned at the plan and bashed his knuckles into Emmett’s outstretched fist.
Edward tried to stifle a gasp at the older boy’s conversation. It was clear that they had completely forgotten he was standing behind them. Emmett and Alice would be in SO much trouble if their Dad and Mum found out they were having sex!
It was strictly forbidden under the Cullen household that anyone under the age of 25 to participate in sexual intercourse. The elder Cullen siblings could get in so much trouble that they’d be banned from seeing any hide or hair of their partners.
Unfortunately the soft gasp was not quiet enough to keep the attention of the two bigger boys’ from bearing down on Edward.
Two pairs of furious eyes bored into him and he unconsciously backed away. There was no one else in sight from the shelter attached to the elevator. Edward was in deep trouble.
“You fucking little freak,” Emmett growled. “You fucking heard everything.”
“Bloody hell, Em. We are going to be in so much shit when the little dobber rats on us,” Jasper groaned.
Emmett brought one of his burly fists up and cracked his knuckles with his other hand. “He’s not gonna tell on us because I’m about to pound him so hard he’ll suffer amnesia.”
Edward choked back a whimper. “It’s not my fault! You knew I was right behind you!” he tried to defend.
“Bullshit ‘it’s not your fault’!” Emmett snapped. “It’s your fault you had to come with us!”
“No! It was Dad’s...”
Emmett raised his fist, ready it crack it against his little brother’s jaw. He was stopped by a hand resting on his shoulder.
“Wait, Em. What do you think you’re Dad’ll say when we get to your house and Ed has a dirty great bruise on his cheek or a bleeding nose?” Jasper reasoned.
“We’ll tell Dad his clumsy ass fell down some stairs,” Emmett replied, thinking up excuses.
“Yeah, and then your brother will have two reasons for getting us in trouble.”
“So what do we do then?” Emmett snapped at his friend, finally lowering his threatening fist.
Jasper ignored Emmett’s tone and narrowed his gaze on the smaller boy. “He’s not going to say a thing, are you Eddie?”
Edward opened his mouth to counter the comment, ready to argue that he would tell his Dad as soon as possible.
“And if he does,” Jasper continued, “We’ll bash his pathetic face into the dirt together.”
Edward flinched away when Jasper gave him a feral smile. He knew he was good on the promise.
“Alright,” Emmett agreed. “But if I hear one fucking thing....”
With a gulp, Edward mutely nodded his head, understanding the unfinished threat.
Marginally happy with the outcome, Emmett and Jasper turned and began to run though the rain to Emmett’s jeep. On shaky legs, Edward followed.
Making it to the car, the three dripping boys climbed inside and left the car park for the hour long journey home.
It had only been ten minutes, while they drove down Main Street, then Jasper suddenly spoke up.
“Hey, Emmett. Remember that music shop we passed on the way this morning? It had that sweet Fender in the window?”
“Oh yeah. Do you still wanna check it out?” Emmett asked.
“Yep.”
Edward silently groaned. He had hoped they’d forgotten about that. Emmett and Jasper were in a band with a few other friends of theirs. But just because they had the money for the instruments and lessons to get them started, it didn’t mean they could play very well!
Emmett turned into a side street not far from where the music shop was. Edward refused to stay locked in the car, so he jumped out and followed the other two into the shop.
There were hardly any other people around. Though the businesses were still opened, the storm had become so wild that it was blowing the wind sideways, making anyone wet no matter what shelter they stood under.
While Emmett and Jasper drooled over the white guitar, Edward wandered aimlessly though the rest of the shop, checking out the headphones and admiring the cool designs on the picks. He’d always wanted to learn the piano, but school work was more important so he let that dream slide.
And then it happened again; the creepy feeling from the food court. Edward’s heart began to thump hard. Someone was watching him, he knew it, but there was hardly anyone around.
Green eyes darted up and erratically scanned over his surroundings. There were Emmett and Jasper, completely consumed with the guitars on display; the sales clerk was behind the counter, flicking through a music magazine; and one other customer with his back to him, wearing a leather jacket and dark denim jeans.
Edward whirled around to check out the store window and there was a flash of sudden movement as someone ducked out of sight. Someone was watching him!
Suddenly nervous, Edward dashed over to his brother and his friend and hovered close to them. Something was very wrong if a stranger was following him.
While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
All works displayed here, whether pictorial or literary, are the property of their owners and not Adult-FanFiction.org. Opinions stated in profiles of users may not reflect the opinions or views of Adult-FanFiction.org or any of its owners, agents, or related entities.
Website Domain ©2002-2017 by Apollo. PHP scripting, CSS style sheets, Database layout & Original artwork ©2005-2017 C. Kennington. Restructured Database & Forum skins ©2007-2017 J. Salva. Images, coding, and any other potentially liftable content may not be used without express written permission from their respective creator(s). Thank you for visiting!
Powered by Fiction Portal 2.0
Modifications © Manta2g, DemonGoddess
Site Owner - Apollo