This story is made by me and the fabulous ninjascantspell.
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Emmett POV
I thought the school year would never end. Did they really think half of that stuff was important? I mean seriously, do I need to know who the 17th president was, and how he accomplished so much? I'll never meet the guy! I don't care about his life. He could have saved man kind, and I'd be like 'That guy's kinda cool. He saved man kind.' I wouldn't remember his name. I mentally shook my head. Some people these days.
There were 7 people I cared about. 7 people who I would remember their name is they saved mankind, because I would probably be the one to almost destroy it. They were the people I was on my way to see. Carlisle and Esme, my parents, who were supposed to be leaving a few days after I got back, for some trip that would take up there whole summer. Edward, my little brother, who hopefully is getting over his issues with his sex life, because I feel kind of bad for my sad little brother. I thought I had been a better influence. Bella, Edward's girlfriend who had been like my little sister since she was 3. What fun it is to make her blush. Alice, the little pixie and also Bella's adoptive sister. Jasper, my best friend, and currently trying to tame the little pixie. Rose, Jasper's hotter twin, and also my beautiful girlfriend. These are the people that make up my life.
'Bet On It' from HSM2 started playing; it was slightly muffled by the materials of my jeans.
"Hey Jazz, what's up?"
"Nothing really. Just driving home, thinking. So I was thinking we could have a little bet. We are gonna race home. Whoever gets there last has to bring in all luggage."
The girls, except Bella, loved their luggage. That would be like 50 bags by themselves.
"Deal. Let the race begin." With that I closed my phone, but I heard a faint laugh coming from the other line. I pressed my foot down harder on the pedal.
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NO! That is not Jasper's car. That is not Jasper's car. That is not Jasper's car. That is totally Jasper's car, and I am definitely going to have to carry thousands of pounds of luggage. I got out and made my way to the door.
"Looks like you lost." Jasper was sitting in the porch. I wouldn't let him get to me.
"So. I'll just have to lift some small," I gulped, "bags. No big deal." Somehow everyone got here before I did. Thinking back, the laugh on the phone sounded like Rosalie's. How could Rosalie have been in Jasper's car? I scratched my chin. Something didn't feel right. Let's see… Rose in Jasper's car? No she wasn't. She rode home in her convertible, that was still nicely packed with bags. That means that Jasper was probably just at a gas station and Rose was there too.
I went out to get the bags. I can do this. I'm a man. A manly man.
~Hour Later~
I lied down on the couch, hoping I would never have to lift anything else in my life.
"Awe, poor baby. Had too lift a few bags filled with clothes. He must be so tired," Jasper taunted from across the room.
"Bite me." With that I fell into a peaceful slumber.