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I'm trying not to be slack about updating the blog. I used to be really good, then real life came in and ruined it. Here's the teaser:
Ever since Esme had gone out and purchased a laptop with the assistance of Bella, I had been cursing myself for even mentioning it. Each day, several times a day, I would get phone calls from my mother wanting help with something computer related. If it wasn’t how to get onto her email it was something about how to use her web cam or how to find people on Facebook. It was bloody ridiculous.
“I’m trying to do this on my own. I want to surprise him.”
“I don’t even want to know what you have planned, but if you keep this shit up I’ll be late for work.”
“Oh, whatever. Ralph loves me. Just tell him it was my fault.”
“Oh believe me, I will. Now will you stop playing around on Skype please. You have Charlie’s number, call him and get his help.”
“He’s working the afternoon shift, so he won’t be around until after dinner. Please Edward?” I let out a huge, overdramatic sigh, and at that moment Bella walked into my bedroom with her book bag slung over her shoulder. She was finishing her exams today and looked absolutely beat.
In the past few days, she had been staying over so that we could manage a little time together. When I was at work, she studied and when she was at school, I caught up on my sleep or worked some more. It was hard, but rewarding. I had my girlfriend, a great job, I was playing music and loving it. However, at this exact moment, I really had to go. “What if I got Bella to help you?”
Bella began flailing her arms wildly, motioning that she didn’t want to do it and I felt a pang of remorse for suggesting it in the first place. “Hold on, mom.” I covered my hand over the receiver and looking at Bella with my best puppy dog eyes. “Can you please help her with this one little thing for the computer? Ralph begged me to come in early today and I’m already running late. I promise a back rub or something when I get home tonight.”
“Or something is right,” she said with a scowl as I stood from the bed and kissed her lightly on her lips. I tasted Jack Daniels.
“Celebrate after the exam?”
“I may have gone out with a few people from class. Now, give me the damn phone and go get your fine ass to work.” I kissed Bella again, this time with a little more energy and we both began giggling when we heard my mother yelling on the phone at us. Apparently, I may have groaned just a little too loudly when Bella’s liquor laced tongue slipped between my lips. Bella stepped back and grabbed the phone as she rolled her eyes. “Good afternoon, Esme. What disaster have we encountered today with the laptop?”
I know, I've been slack on the blog lately, but don't hold it against me. RL sucks huge. Anyways, I'm hoping to post the latest chapter of Room 15 either tomorrow or Saturday, but enjoy a teaser until then. “Well...where do I start?” Esme asked casually, no doubt pleased with the way the entire scene had gone down. She had confided in me during the last week or two that she and Carlisle had been having troubles for years in their marriage, some of which were allayed when she was battling cancer, but things seemed to have gone back to normal now that she was in the clear.
Esme had suspected for years that Carlisle had been cheating on her, though she had no solid proof, but I found it completely baffling that Carlisle would accuse her of cheating...with my father no less. He was clearly grasping at straws, knowing full well that it was him who was in the wrong. In what I had seen of Carlisle in the past few weeks, I wouldn’t put it past him to be cheating on his wife. Nothing that man did shocked me anymore.
“How about you start at the beginning?”
“Well, I was born on a warm summer morning back in 1963,” Esme began to say with a giggle as I snorted in my seat beside Edward and he narrowed his eyes at me briefly.
“Oh come on, that was funny.”
“You said to start at the beginning, Edward.”
“How much did she have to drink?” he asked under his breath as I laughed again at his concern. He was being beyond cute in dealing with this whole thing. I could tell he was so worried about what was going on with his mother, but I think drinking was really the least of his concerns.
“I don’t know, Edward. We weren’t there long enough for me to compile a log of your mother’s liquor intake,” I replied snidely as we stopped at a red light and he gave me a brief look of sadness. I felt bad for him, being kept in the dark about...well...everything, like he had, but it hadn’t been my place to say anything in the first place. Esme confided in me as a friend, and I wasn’t about to do anything to jeopardize that. From the first moment I met her I knew she needed someone, anyone, to talk to. If nothing else, I could be that ear that listened to her and the shoulder she cried on.
“Oh Edward, don’t be such a stick in the mud,” Esme added from the back as her hand reached forward and patted Edward haphazardly about his face. Okay, so maybe she had a little more to drink than I thought she had. “Be less like your father. Enjoy life. Don’t be a fuddy duddy.”
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