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The Art Of Online Dating
We all decided to go in Emmett's car, since he wanted to impress Jasper's sister and Alice and I no longer needed to impress the people we were going to see. I plugged his address, from the small piece of paper he gave it to me on, into the GPS and we were off.
Emmett chuckled, “1901 Maestro Way? How weird is that? Isn't he a music major?”
“Yeah, funny. I never realized how coincidental the address was.” I said, shrugging.
We pulled up to the apartment complex at 5:30 pm and went down the hall to apartment number 17. We knocked on the door and a gorgeous, tall, blond woman with startlingly blue eyes, answered the door. I immediately took a knock to my self-esteem, wondering why Edward hadn't picked this, clearly better, girl over me. I heard Emmett move forward and when I looked at him he had a dopey grin on his face.
“Hey Rosalie.” he said shyly.
The reserved looking woman in front of us actually smirked a little.
“Hello Emmett.” she said in almost a purr-like voice.
It seemed that they already knew each other and Em, apparently had a crush. I quickly whispered the news to Alice, who made a grossed-out face at the idea of her brother actually liking someone.
Rosalie moved out of the way and let us in. Jasper and Edward were sitting on the couch watching an old “Drake and Josh” rerun. I snuck up behind Edward and placed my hands over his eyes.
“Guess who?” I whispered in his ear.
“My very beautiful girlfriend?” he said in a sultry voice.
I blushed a little before I answered, “Ding, ding, ding, you win!”
“What's my prize?” he said seductively, as he pulled my hands from his eyes and turned to see me.
Before I could reply, I heard Emmett's booming laughter and saw Alice run to jump on the couch next to Jasper exclaiming, “Ooh I love this one!”
I walked around the couch to sit next to Edward, who immediately pulled me onto his lap.
I blushed a light pink. “So, what's for dinner, Mr. Party Planner?” I asked, like a little kid asking their parents what they got her for Christmas.
“I'm making Parmesan chicken if that's alright.” he said curiously.


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