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Chapter One

"Welcome," Emmett said with a smirk. "I'm judging by the suitcase that you're planning on staying a while?"

"Fuck. Off." I said as I shoved past my brother who had the audacity to look shocked at my outburst.

"Whoa. What's with the hostility?" Emmett asked. "How'd dinner go?"

"Carlisle kicked me out. Hence the suitcase."

Emmett laughed for a full five minutes before speaking. "No shit? What'd you do this time?"

"Apparently I'm not who they want me to be," I replied cryptically.

"No, no, no. What'd you do, Edward?"

"You mean besides crushing their dreams and telling them over the five course meal that I have no desire to be a doctor or to go to medical school? Oh, and then adding that, even though rack of lamb is awesome, I could eat a corn dog and be as easily impressed."

Emmett shook his head, but he's known for some time that I didn't want to be a doctor. I couldn't follow in his, and my uncles, footsteps. It wasn't me. It never would be me. I lacked the compassion and understanding. I just couldn't connect with people that way. I was almost jealous of Emmett for possessing that quality.

"Did Esme cry?" Emmett asked as he handed me the bottle of Jack that he pulled out from the cabinet.

"What do you think? Esme's been known to cry over much less," I sneered.

My thoughts trailed back to the day of my parents funeral when Esme held my hand and told me that it was okay to cry. I pulled the bottle of Jack to my lips and washed away the memory.

"Damn. You know you're going to hell, right?"

"Nah." I handed him the bottle and began to laugh. "I mean, shit. Why can't they just be happy that I finally graduated and am not a complete fuck up?"

"Because you are a fuck up. At least you have good hair," Emmett added.

"Yeah, I really do."

"Fag."

We were silent for a few minutes before I remembered something.

"Carlisle said something before I left...like, something about it being good I didn't get my inheritance yet."

"Yeah..."

"What the fuck does that even mean?"

"How do you not know about our inheritance?" Emmett asked as he turned the Xbox on to play FIFA.

"Because no one told me. How the hell do you know about it?"

"Carlisle told me. You think ma and dad would have left us without anything?"

"Never crossed my mind. Why would Carlisle and Esme not tell me?" I questioned. "Did they already give you your money?"

"You've never made the smartest decisions regarding finances. And no, one of the conditions is that we get the money at the same time. So, get your ass into shape dude. I can use that money for the wedding."

"Wedding? You engaged and I don't know about it?"

"Not yet. I'm still trying to figure out how to pop the question." Emmett smiled and I made a retching sound.

"God, why do you even need to have a wedding? Go to Vegas. Quick and painless."

"Rosalie would die."

"Ha, I know."

"I don't see why you don't like her, man."

I shot up from the couch and stared at him like he was an imbecile. "Are you kidding me? She fucking hates me! I don't think there's a time that I've seen her when she hasn't introduced me as the other one."

Emmett shook with laughter and said, "She's joking. You're too sensitive."

"Whatever. So, what are all of the conditions?"

"Uh, gotta graduate college."

"Check."

"Have a job or be at least attempting to find one. Grad school will do."

"Okay, not so much a check but I can work on that. Next?"

"Be married or in a serious relationship."

"You kidding me? That's easy. We should be getting our money soon, then."

He gaped at me and asked, "You engaged and I don't know about it?"

"No, but you of all fuckers know I've never had trouble with women."

"Just have trouble keeping them around."

"That's the way I like it though. If I wanted to keep a girl around, I could. Easily."

"Well, good luck to you then. I'm going to bed. Early class tomorrow."

I snorted at this and punched his arm. "Come on, don't be an old man. Let's go down to Cain and Abel's. It'll be like old times."

"Remember mom used to call us Cain and Abel? More like Can't and Able nowadays, right? Am I Right?" Emmett howled and I glared at his fucking head.

"Really funny. Go to fucking bed and don't wait up for me. I'm going to find myself a long-term relationship." I smiled widely and popped my knuckles.

"At a bar? You definitely know how to pick 'em. Just be sure not to tell her that you're only dating her so you can get your inheritance. Some girls might not like that, you dumb ass."

"Trust me, I won't have to win her over with my words." I winked.

"If you fuck on my couch, make sure to put a towel down."

"That doesn't sound like you. Did Rose tell you to say that?" I asked before pointing at him. "Controlling. Add that to your list of Why I Shouldn't Marry Rose. Even when she's not here, she makes sure she's here."

Emmett rolled his eyes and put the cap on the whiskey then turned the tv off. "Shut your mouth and don't go too crazy tonight, okay?"

After Emmett closed his bedroom door, I sat in silence trying not to replay the days events.

He was right. I was so going to hell.

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