Shot Down In Flames

Chapter Seven

A.N. Hi people, so, another chapter! I'm sorry if this chapter sucks, because I was really struggling to pen to paper. Well, thumbs to iPad, but you understand what I mean. So I'm sorry if this sucks but please review and I will keep writing, (hopefully better than this!)

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Chapter Seven

It's been a few hours since Emmett's little outburst of, whatever that was.

I finished unpacking by myself, Bella and I had a whole drama over Emmett's outburst when she got home and we ended up falling asleep on each other in the kitchen chairs, when I woke up Bells was making dinner and prodding me awake because Charlie was pulling into the drive.

Charlie and I awkwardly greeted each other and then the three of us proceeded to eat our dinner just as awkwardly.

I looked at Bells, spearing a final piece of macaroni,

"Sooo, Bells... How's life?"

Obviously she's doing okay, but after seeing the look she's giving us, I'm not so sure.

She gave me one of her 'Jesus, what is with you?' looks,

"It's great, let me take that," she picked up mine and Charlie's empty plates and wet to wash them up.

"Want some help with those Bells?" I asked her, getting up from my place.

She shook her head,

"No, I can manage, Nova."

Charlie got up from his seat,

"Well, I'm going to watch the game."

I nodded,

"I'm going to go to bed, jet lag. Night Bells, Charlie," I left the room to a quiet unison of 'Goodnight Nova'.

Now that we've escaped that unenthusiastic love fest.

I see were Bella gets it from.

I can't believe that we're actually sometimes great friends with Mrs Granny-Panties.

Slowly plodding my way up the stairs, still in my boots. I opened the door to a sight I really least expected.

Emmett Cullen

Aww he missed us.

He may miss me, he may not miss me, why the hell is he here?

How'd he get in?

He better not have looked through my underwear draw.

We wish, he probably looked at all of the tags to see what bra size we are.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I whisper shouted at him, not wanting Bells to hear and think I was even crazier than usual.

He then tried to get me to brick my thong,

"I'm a vampire."

"WHAT?" I shouted loudly, making him wince.

He's bat shit crazy!

If he is a vampire, maybe he is bat shit crazy.

Why would being a vampire make him bat shit crazy?

Well aside from the obvious, being a vampire. Vampires, bats, fangy flappy rats with wings?

You're a vampire expert?

Babe, Danny made us watch vampire porn, we're definitely an expert on them.

Don't remind me...