How My Sister Fell In Love With My Boyfriend

Forever ago

Emma tilted her head to the side again, squinting this time to see if the dress draped over her looked any different at this new angle. Putting on a dress in the first place was difficult, but to wear one in such a hideous color was even worse. Rene had bought it from some little boutique in Miami which made this partially Emma's fault, due to her lack of interest in the subject at all. There was another dress laid out hauntingly across the bed. As she fingered its silky material, his voice punctured her thoughts.

"You look awful in pink," a genuinely amused laugh followed the most honest thing he'd ever said to her. Emma hadn't seen him in almost a year, and she swore she would never have to see him again. But like with most things her twin sister made sure that was an impossible feit.

Stripping the ugly blue dress from her tanned skin, she walked cautiously over to the bed. It only took seconds for her to pull the protective plastic wrapping away from the hanger and she sighed at the soft pink dress with a small black bow around the waist and mesh underneath to make it poof something awful. If she was going to do this, she was going to do it right.

Thinking about all the things her sister has said over the past two years, deep down she knew this day was coming. After all, Emma understood more than she let on. How Bella fell in love with Edward wasn't the question, it was how he fell in love with Bella that Emma couldn't wrap her head around.

"Emma, are you ready? The plane leaves in a few hours." Rene's voice called out frantically. She was probably having the same anxiety as Emma was about going back to Forks. It was a place they both needed to get away from out of the fear of being caged in it forever. Emma made her escape slowly, but her sister never would.

TWO YEARS EARLIER

Emma Swan, chief's daughter, straight A student, varsity volleyball captain, and troublemaker: just a few of her accomplishments. Considering the tiny town she lived in, it was a pretty decent list. Her friends liked to have fun and most of the time Emma avoided telling her father what they did to pass the time in small town Washington. She loved Forks and her father, but that wasn't always enough for her. She wanted the world and there was no way for Emma to grasp it when she was rooted there.

As long as she focused on her grades and volleyball nothing else worried her. Being a young and attractive girl, she caught the eye of boys, but Emma didn't seek out romance. Love ruined her family. Her biggest fear was falling for a boy and ending up stuck like her mother had been.

All that changed in the blink of an eye.

Sophmore year, Emma sat in the back of every class by choice. She could consentrate better without the constant distractions her friends created. It had worked since junior high, but that was before Edward Cullen took up residence in the next seat. He was the only real competition for valedictorian and she wasn't going to let a transfer student take that away from her.

"It's time for the big project." Mr. Jamison announced to the class.

Emma glanced to her left, Edward sat still as a statue. She had decided to workd with him, needing to keep a high grade and have the least amount of distraction. The Cullens had been news since their arrival the previous year. Emma wasn't as affected as other girls but it was obvious the only single Cullen was gorgeous.

"Partner up and pick a topic." Mr. Jamison instructed and the class was up and yelling in seconds.

"Cullen, you want to work together?" Emma asked with a small smile.

"Are you sure," his eyes glanced behind her. Jessica watched the exchange wide eyed.

"Do you have someone else in mind?" Emma knew a handful of girls would have asked but she needed the grade not the attention.

"No, this is fine." He smiled, staring at her.

Edward knew Alice would give him hell at lunch. She'd seen them together a few days before, when the assignment was first announced, and she wouldn't let him forget. Emma was one of the only girls in the school that didn't drool in his presence, if anything she did better at actively ignoring him than anyone else in the school. Alice's visions weren't always right and he couldn't expect them to unfold easily. But the smile that spread across his face as Emma went over her plans for the project had never felt more fitting.

"I think we should start as soon as possible. I have volleyball after school, but we can meet up later." She was flipping through a day planner marking expected progress.

"When do you get out of practice?" Edward asked, beginning to pack his things.

"Four fifteen, meet me in the parking lot." She said already heading out of class.

He watched her go, already missing her presence. Emma was like a ball of sun, radiating energy as she moved through the halls and rooms of the school. It could have been the odd combination of her honey streaked bown locks or the way her hazel eyes lit up when she smiled, but Edward had never felt so drawn to another being before. He wouldn't fight the feeling she stirred inside of him, instead wanting to see just how far she could bring him back to feeling human again.

Emma ignored the whispered musings of the students leaving her history class. They were talking about her partnering with Edward, and Jessica would descend in a matter of seconds. Emma could always depend on her best friend being at the center of anything having to do with the mysterious Cullen family. Emma knew how Jessica would react to this turn of events.

"What the hell was that? I thought we were going to do this stupid project together? How can you just leave me like that? You realize I now have to work with Eric. His death will be on your hands." Jessica spoke in one breath as we headed through the halls.

"Jess, come on." Emma sighed at the dramatic nature of her friend. "I just want a good grade and who better than Cullen."

"Right, that's the only reason you want to work with the hottest guy in school."

"Is that so hard to believe?" Emma laughed, shaking her head as she caught of glimpse of the stares she was receiving, especially from the tall, pale blonde and shorter pixie like Culled sisters standing in the hall. "I'll see you after practice." Emma vanished into the locker room, leaving a fuming Jessica.

Volleyball practice took her mind off everything. It was the one thing that had always been constant in her life. You serve, set, spike. Emma was in control when she was on the court, not a single worry other than where the ball was headed next. A few of the girls whispered and glanced in her direction, but she'd learned at an early age to ignore the whispering around her. It came with the territory of being the police chief's daughter. News travelled fast in a small school like Forks High. She was sure Jessica had something to do with it, but wouldn't hold it against her.

"You're not really mad at me are you?" Emma asked as she caught up with Jessica as they exited the school. "I need a good grade, Jess. Cullen is competition and by working with him we get the same grade."

"Sure, that's why you chose him." Jessica rolled her eyes. "Whatever I'm over it, but I want a detailed account of everything you talk about and don't talk about. Every single thing he does."

Emma laughed at her, glancing around the parking lot. Her eyes easily fell on the Volvo, its owner leaning on the side staring in their direction. Jessica stopped in her tracks, sighing as Emmas continued towards him. She had to bite back the laugh the was threatening to escape at the sight of her friend.

"I'll call you later." Emma yelled back at her.

"Emma Swan you better."

"Is everything alright?" Edward asked as she got close enough for him to speak normally. His eyes were watching Jessica behind her.

"She's pissed I didn't choose her as a partner. Where do you want to study?" She asked trying her hardest to keep their conversation on the topic of school and nothing more. Suddenly she was overwhelmed with the notion that she could tell this boy everything.

"There are better book stores in Port Angeles," he finally returned his gaze to hers.

"I'll call my dad on the way there." She was already moving towards the passenger door, pulling out her cell phone. Charlie would say yes, it was just a formality to let him know she would be late.

The drive was quicker than she'd ever taken it before. He drove like she expected all teenage boys with fast cars did, but with a little more finesse. Both of his hands gripped the sterring wheel lightly as he manuevered the vehicle. Emma watched the blurring trees out the window, occasionally catching his reflection in the darkly tinted glass. She stayed quiet, not able to trust her brain to stay in control of her mouth.

"Are you warm enough?" He asked quietly, briefly taking his eyes off the road.

"I'm fine." Her voice sounded foreign in this environment.

She knew Edward Cullen wasn't much of a talker, although it seemed like he was trying to make an effort with her. She almost felt bad for twarting any of this conversational topics. And even as they sat in a quiet book store, going through some books over wars and Generals, she was only able to occasionally ask a question on whether or not he found a certain topic interesting. Mostly they kept to themselves. In three hours they had the makings of a decent project on World War I, a subject of interest to them both.

Edward found it amazing how easily it was to be with Emma. Sitting next to her in class had made it easy for him to be around her, but there was something calming about her presence. They could sit in comfortable silence and not feel pressured to say anything. Even if he found himself trying to make small talk, he played off of her 'professionalism'. She had everything mapped out to the last detail. Emma was the least average teenager he'd ever met.

"We need to head back soon," she said scrawling the final touches of her notes in a poorly cared for notebook. She began putting up the notes she'd taken.

"I'll put these up." He was stacking the books and taking them back up to the counter. She caught herself watching him from across the room. She was sure even a blind woman would know how good looking Edward was. But as quickly as the thought popped into her head, she pushed it back down. There wasn't any time for her to be oggling her partner.

Again he drove as if in a race against the clock. She'd assured him more than once that she didn't have a standing curfew and wasn't facing punishment if they arrived after a certain time. Emma did however remind him that her father was the police chief and she'd never be allowed in this car again if they were pulled over for speeding. The house was dimly lit when he came to a stop. She assumed Charlie had already ordered a pizza, not waiting for her to cook an actual meal.

"Do you mind if I wait here, he'll know you sped if I walk in there only twenty minutes after calling?" She glanced at him nervously. He was already staring at her, nodding his answer.

That was another thing she noticed about Edward, he barely spoke but always stared. His eyes felt as though they could penetrate thought her very soul, seeing right through her. It only took a few minutes for the car to become suffocating with the silence, Emma knew she'd inflicted due to her curt answers to him all night.

He tried not to focus on her thoughts, but she never made it easy. Every thought that entered her mind was practically screamed and as she sat nervously in the passenger seat he couldn't help but feel sorry for her. Selfishly he didn't want her to walk into the house but he knew it would have to come to an end eventually.

"I think you're safe now. Just tell him yo ucalled when we were already on the road." He suggested, earning an impressed smile from her.

"Thanks for the ride," Emma smiled softly as she got out of the car.

The second she got through the door a huge smile spread across her face. There was something about him that affected her more than she'd like to admit. Her backpack fell to the ground accompanied by her jacket.

"Jessica called," Charlie's voice came from the living room. Emma walked over and stole a piece of pizza before pulling out her phone.

"She called me too. Probably wants to talk about this assignment for history." She told him nonchalantly. The less he knew the better it was for both of them.

"Who were you with?" He asked as if suddenly registering that she wasn't with her usual friends.

"A boy from class," she told him with a quick peck on the cheek. "Nothing to worry about, I have pepper spray."

His chuckle could be heard as Emma made her way up the stairs, dialing Jessica's number. There wasn't much she would be able to tell her about other than his horrible driving. Jessica would probably try to get more out of her, information Emma didn't have. If worse came to worse, she'd lie. There wasn't much truth to the Cullens' story anyway, there was no real harm in her adding to the gossip if necessary to get Jessica off her back.

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