Edward POV:

            “EDWARD!” I glared at the pixie standing in my doorway. “What Alice?” I replied with the annoyance apparent in my voice. “What are you still doing here?! You were supposed to go to Powell’s to pick up my book!”

“I’m not your slave Alice, I’ll go when I want.”

“NO! YOU WILL GO NOW!”

“Alice-“

“Edward, if you want a music collection when you get home, I suggest you stop dilly-dallying and go, NOW!

I got up off the couch, pushed pause on the stereo, and pushed the pixie out of the way as I ran out of the house and into my Volvo.

            I drive like a mad person, so I got there in about 10 minutes counting traffic. We don’t live in downtown Portland. We live up in the hills in an old Edwardian style house. Emmett won’t shut up about how I have a style of architecture named after me and continues to ask how he can start one named “The Emmett”. I finally got there and pulled into the parking lot across the street.

            I walked past the register and into the stairwell leading to the upper floors. I went up to the info desk and asked the women for Alice’s book.

“When did she reserve it?” she said in a bored tone.

“No, she ordered it online.”

“When?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well, I’m sorry sir, we look up books by when they were reserved.”

“But, she didn’t reserve it, she ordered it..” I said getting tired of this game, I had already been in a bad mood and this sorry excuse for a human being was making it worse.

“Well, when did she order it?”

“I don’t know, she-“               

“Doris, you can look it up by the name of the person who ordered the book..” Said a rather slutty looking woman who had just walked out from behind a bookshelf. And I have to say her thoughts were more disturbing than her outfit, as she looked at me.

“Sorry, about that, sir, Doris can be a little spacey sometimes.” She as continued to check me out. She was thinking some of the most disgusting things I’d ever heard, and I live with Emmett.