Chapter 1: Emmett

"I never loved nobody fully

Always one foot on the ground

And by protecting my heart truly

I got lost in the sound

I hear in my mind all of these voices

I hear in my mind all of these words

I hear in my mind all of this music

And it breaks my heart, it breaks my heart."

Regina Spektor (Fidelity)

I am not a morning person by any means. I wake up feeling groggy and uncomfortable before my grumpiness kicks in. Sleepovers were not my thing and sleepovers with men were definitely not my thing. I'm an uptight baker who hates food and hasn't been on a date since high school. My only friend is Rosalie Hale and the only male friend I have is gay. I don't ever 'let loose' and sex just wasn't appealing to me after my first time. I'm completely shy and awkward around men.

So here's why all these thoughts are swimming in my head:

I feel cozy and warm—happy. Two very strong arms are wrapped around me and my head is resting on something fleshy. My skull is throbbing with an unfamiliar pain but otherwise, I'm quite comfortable. Oh yeah, and I can't seem to remember where I am, who I'm with, or what had happened.

Opening my eyes slowly, I hear a slight snoring noise and it makes me jerk myself awake. Staring wide-eyed at the huge man whose arms have me engulfed, weird flashbacks assaulted my thought.

Beautiful man. Rosalie and a club. Lots of bitter drinks. Kissing. My bed. Clothes everywhere. Muscles. Pleasure. Oh no!

My mouth drops open and I realize exactly what I've done. My naked form proves my nightmare is real and I suddenly feel like crying. Bella Swan doesn't even drink let alone get drunk. Bella Swan REALLY doesn't sleep with random, beautiful men.

Not even trying to move cautiously, I squirm out of the bodybuilder's arms and hop off the bed. Finding some shorts and a t-shirt in my drawer and throwing them on, I bolt out of the bedroom—slamming the door. The thought crosses my mind that this man could be a killer but I hoped that Rosalie would make sure I didn't go home with a psycho. Then again, I would hope that Rosalie wouldn't let anybody come home with me period.

Sighing with a shaky breath I stood in the middle of my kitchen feeling the urge to either run or make cupcakes. I mean, what do you do after something like this? I had no experience with anything like what happened. Would he even remember me? I mean, I didn't quite remember him but that didn't mean anything. Would he try and talk to me? Would he automatically leave or would he try and act normal? Would he want to see me again? I decided to call Rosalie, hoping she knew what I should do.

"Hello?" Rosalie picked up on the last ring, sounding like death. She also wasn't a morning person.

"Rosalie! You have to help me!" I tried to keep my voice down as not to wake the huge naked man snoozing in my bed.

"What are you talking about? You better have a good reason for waking me up at this god-awful hour."

"There is a…a naked man in my bed! What happened last night? I can't remember! And my head hurts…" Okay so yes I was freaking out big time but I think I had a right to.

"Oh yeah, I forgot about that. That's Emmett…did you have fun?"

"Emmett? Rose did you hear me? THERE IS A RANDOM MAN IN MY BED!"

"Bella, hon, you slept with Emmett McCarty. He's a friend of mine, not an axe murderer homeless person. Now go in there and enjoy that hunk of man and let me go back to sleep." Rosalie yawned loudly.

"Rose…" I whined.

"Bye Bella."

I groaned and threw my phone down, throwing a mini temper tantrum. Emmett McCarty? I had never heard the name in my life and she was acting completely calm about this. I mean, I guess if Rosalie knew him then he had to be pretty normal but I didn't just sleep around with people I didn't know. Bella Swan woke up alone every morning; period.

"Bella?" A deep, masculine voice called as the supposed Emmett man appeared in my doorway.

Two thoughts crossed my mind in that instant. One that this man was so very beautifully handsome and two, that he was still butt naked. He-he had a…thingy! A big thingy!

"See something you like?" He teased, making my eyes snap back up to meet his chocolate brown ones.

"What happened last night was definitely not supposed to happen last night. I would never do something like that. Um, so I think you should leave and forget all about it." I found my voice, thankfully.

"Oh it wasn't supposed to happen alright but aren't you so glad it did? I think we had a lot of fun actually, don't you agree?" He smirked at me. He took a giant step towards me and oh God he was so attractive.

"I-I don't even know you. I called Rosalie and she said you're not an axe-murderer but I have to ask you myself, are you an axe-murderer?"

"If I was an axe-murderer, wouldn't I need an axe?"

"True. Okay so I don't really know what we're supposed to do at this point but I'm pretty sure that you need to put on clothes and then just go." I tried not to look at him because if I did then I lost my courage.

"Typically yes, but I actually quite like you. I think we should get to know each other better." He shrugged, grinning at me with these cute little dimples, taking a giant step in my direction.

"Um I-I don't think that's…um…I really think you should just go and we'll forget all about it."

"Why would you want to forget all about it? Bellllla..." He stepped even closer and I could smell this sweet scent coming from him that was intoxicating. I think I still had a bit of alcohol in my head because I started feeling dizzy and really turned on.

"I…I don't know." I mumbled, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. Come on Bella, this isn't you; pull your act together.

"You know you want to Bella." His voice dropped three octaves and I think that was the last straw for me.

I didn't even care when his large hand reached out to cup my cheek softly. I didn't even care when he leaned closer and started kissing me slowly and gently. I didn't even care that I started moaning quietly and tried to pull him closer to him; talk about downward spiral. This was not the Bella Swan I knew but at the moment I didn't even care.

Okay so having sex with a strange man you don't know after you wake up and don't remember the previous night, might not be the best plan. It was so unlike me, uptight me, that I almost wanted to applaud myself for stepping outside of my comfort zone. The rational part of my brain knew that I had made a huge mistake and need to kick him out. He wasn't so bad though…

I was lightly tracing patterns across his broad chest, both of us just relaxing a bit. It was true that Emmett was probably the most handsome man I had ever seen, and I couldn't believe that he would actually find me appealing, but he was also really sweet. It wasn't helping my case that he was actually really likeable and I knew that I would have a very difficult time saying goodbye to him.

That man had made my body tingle all over—a feeling I'd never had before. I felt completely relaxed and euphoric though I didn't think I'd be able to walk properly tomorrow. He had whispered the sweetest things too; I was a sucker for those.

"Well that was fun." He looked down at me and smiled, his adorable dimples making another appearance.

"Mhm…" I hummed out, laying my head against his chest.

"I think we should do this a lot, I mean a lot a lot." He kissed the top of my head lightly.

"Me too." I replied, not even thinking. Smiling to myself, I was sure glad I had off today from the bakery, if I wasn't then it would be—Oh God, wait! I jerked my head up, ignoring the déjà vu I felt. My bakery! I was Bella Swan; I did NOT have sex with random men! I groaned loudly, covering my face with my hands; this was not good.

"Hey what's wrong?" He put his warm hand on my shoulder.

"What am I thinking? You have to leave, Emmett!" I scooted away from him quickly. I looked down at my skin with a slight disgusted feeling, water pooling at the corner of my eyes.

"Bella, what's wrong sweetie?"

"I don't do this type of thing! Am I crazy? I don't even know you!" My eyes grew wide, tears now crawling down my cheeks.

"Bella Bella Bella, shhh, calm down. I don't do this either, it's okay. We'll get to know each other, I promise, calm down though." He pulled me back to his chest.

"No I…I don't know you! I can't believe I did this—I don't know you!" I tried to push away again. Bella Swan didn't do this! I didn't do this!

"He, its okay! I know you're freaked out but it'll all be okay. These things happen, its harmless fun!" He dared to smile at me—smiled at me when I was practically bawling.

"These things do not happen to me! Do you understand that I do not do this type of thing! Cheap people who want to be used do this thing. I am not a slut!" I yelled at him.

I was currently fed up with myself, Emmett, and really just life in general. I always had everything planned out and when anything messed it up, I came unglued. Sleeping with a hunk of man named Emmett McCarty and enjoying it even though I knew I shouldn't was definitely NOT on the agenda.

"You are not a slut! Do you hear me? You just branched out a bit. I know you're freaked but it's not the end of the world, Bella. Please calm down and just listen to me." His voice was now irritated but it shut me up right away.

"We had a one night stand out of some drunken lust. This happens to people and they move on—it's okay. I know you're not a slut; you're a friend of Rosalie's so you've got to be pretty respectable. And I do respect you Bella, I certainly know you are not cheap. Do you get what I'm saying?" His brown eyes were full of concern and I was pretty sure that he wasn't going to murder me at this point.

"I-I hear you…sleeping with a random stranger is just so out of my personality though. I would never do any of this purposefully." I laughed humorlessly.

"Then how about we start over, right now?"

"That's kind of hard to do when we're both still naked." I bit my lip, shrugging and trying to fight off a smile.

He just smirked at me. "Hey there, I'm Emmett McCarty. And you are?"

"Hi Emmett, I'm Bella Swan, nice to meet you." I shook my head at the silliness but decided to just go with it since he seemed like a pretty decent guy.

"So what do you do for a living, Bella?" He asked me, lying back against the bed.

"My friend Rosalie and I own a bakery together actually. What do you do for a living?"

"I'm a musician—play in a band."

"Really? Anyone I would know?"

"Probably not; we're hoping to be popular someday though."

"Very cool." I replied.

"Not as cool as owning a bakery..." He laughed and I just grinned up at him.

So Emmett McCarty and I got to know each other while lying naked in my bed. It made me like mornings just a little bit more though hopefully, this would never ever happen to me again