A/N: Hello again dear readers! First of all, HAPPY NEW YEAR! and with a new year, comes a new stoy! Here is the sequel to Weekend Blues! This is dedicated to my friend Nehel, for bugging me to do a sequel hope you like it!! :) Okay, so not much to say except that there is one little change I made in the twilight universe and I hope you will forgive. Its that vampires can drink. you know...like alcholhol and stuff...they can drink but cant get drunk. like blue blood vampires (if you know what im talking about). Anyhow, other than that, i just want to say that i hope you enjoy this story and please let me know what you think. it'll keep me encouraged. You keep reviewing, i keep updating :)!!

Chapter 1-

"Emmett!" I cried out in protest. But Emmett had successfully managed to muffle my cry by covering my mouth with his giant hand and shoving me into the store room, closing the door behind us. I struggled against his death grip against me but he just let out and impatient sigh and 'shush-ed' me, reaching above his head and pulling on a string causing the bulb overhead to glow to life, lighting the room in a dim yellow glow.

I could see Emmett's features standing out even in the dim light, his pale skin and golden eyes. He was looking at me in amusement.

"Whaff iz wif ull abouf"? I managed to ask, his hand still covering my mouth.

Emmett grinned, flashing his straight white teeth. "We are going on a holiday" he announced proudly, finally withdrawing his hand from my mouth.

"Wh-w-what?" I stuttered, taking a much needed deep breath, welcoming the oxygen in my lungs. Emmett's hand had barely been over my mouth for over 3 minutes but still it had caused my breathing to stop almost completely.

"Man you're slow!" Emmett complained, rolling his eyes impatiently, "I said we are going on a holiday. For a week."

"Whose 'we'?" I asked, frowning.

Emmett sighed, "The family Bella! Carlisle, Esme, Alice, Jasper, Rosalie, Edward you and I." he paused, grinning widely, "Isn't that a brilliant idea?" he asked, crossing his arms and wiggling his eyebrows.

I blinked, taking in the information. We were going on a holiday? Planned by Emmett? Wow.

"Sure, brilliant, where are we going? A stripper resort?" I smirked.

Emmett looked offended. "I'll have you know that it is nothing of the sort. We are going skiing at one of the best resorts offered."

"Skiing?" I repeated, blinking several times. Uh oh. Skiing was a sport and I wasn't good in sports, at all. Skiing meant snow…cold, wet snow…

"Earth to Bella…" Emmett said, waving his hand in front of my face.

"Huh?" I asked, looking up at him suddenly.

"So… what do you think?" he asked eagerly, "I was planning on celebrating Rosalie and my anniversary there…" he trailed off, looking shy. I didn't know why, but Emmett always seemed somewhat shy when it came to displaying his true feelings for Rosalie. His sex life was not a subject over which he would ever hesitate to discuss. Oh no, god forbid. But his true emotions were rarely shown and when they were, they were shown with extreme shyness.

I smiled at him, reaching out a hand to lay it on his shoulder, "Emmett, I think this is great idea. Rosalie will love it."

Emmett grinned, "I know, that's me- Mr. Brilliant" he said, pointing his thumbs at himself.

"Now tell me, Mr. Brilliant, why are you breaking this wonderful news to me in a store room instead of in front of the whole family?" I asked.

"It's meant to be a surprise. But I need you're help" he said.

"Oh, so even Mr. Brilliant needs help, and he takes it from me! Ha!" I laughed, "How may I help you Your Excellency?" I asked, giggling.

Emmett rolled his eyes, "Very funny. I want you to help me out with all the romantic mushy crap I don't know shit about. All the…weird lovey-dovey stuff guys do for you girls… get to know what kind of flowers Rosalie likes…whether she prefers the color blue or pink…stuff like that."

"But aren't you already supposed to know all of this?" I asked Emmett, frowning.

Emmett looked sheepish for a moment. "Well…I never really asked her these minute details. Can you blame me? Its not like I can concentrate on having a heart to heart talk with her, asking her about what kind of flowers she likes when she's walking around in a-"

"Okay! I get it!" I shouted, covering my ears with my hands.

Emmett grinned. "Besides, I'm no emotional freak like your Edward. He probably even knows what brand of tampons you use"

"Emmett!" I exclaimed, blushing furiously.

"Whatever, just help me Bella, okay?" he asked.

"Why don't you just ask Alice or Jas-"

But Emmett cut me off with an impatient sigh. "Because, Alice cant keep a secret even if it yelled at her face to and I doubt Mr. Emotional Overload will enjoy trying to dig deep into my wife's preferences."

I surpressed a smile. Mr. Emotional Overload. Poor Jasper.

"Alright, fine. I'll help you." I agreed.

Emmett smiled widely at me. "Great. Here," he reached in his back pocket and pulled out a brochure and handed it to me. I looked at the cover bearing snow capped hills and a huge hotel resort. I opened it to find pictures of various movie theatres, bowling ally's, pool sides and café's in the hotel.

"It's perfect" Emmett said from behind me, as I looked through the description of the various facilities offered. "Main facilities, apart from skiing are offered indoors, meaning no sun and so no fear of showing off our glittering bodies to others. Brilliant again eh?" he said.

I flipped through the brochure one last time before looking up at him. "So, you excited?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. I didn't reply instantly.

I still didn't like the idea of going to a snow covered place, where there would be hardly any sun and on top of all that, having to ski. Emmett seemed to sense my lack of enthusiasm for his expression fell.

I immediately felt bad and angry at myself. Poor Emmett, he was doing his best to arrange a surprise for his wife and family and had confided in me first, asking for my help and I was reacting so badly to all this.

"Hey," I said, Emmett looked up at me, smiling ever so slightly, but I could see he had been hurt by my response. "I think this is incredibly sweet and thoughtful of you…and that's saying something coming from me, seeing as I have Edward for a boyfriend." I laughed and was relieved to see he was laughing along too.

"So we're leaving the day after tomorrow. Everything's planned, our flight leaves at 7am. We'll pick you up from Charlie's at around 4…"

I gasped suddenly. Emmett looked at me quesiotningly.

"Charlie" I breathed. "What am I going to tell him? A week you said? How am I going to explain my absence for a week?"

Emmett thought for a moment. "Just tell him the truth." He shrugged.

I raised my eyebrows at him. Was he serious? Just…tell the truth?

Uh, yeah, dad? I'm going on a ski vacation with Edward and his family…I'll be back in a week.

"That's crazy Emmett! My dad would never allow me to go! He doesn't really like Edward…"

The corner of Emmett's mouth pulled down. "Aw man! Okay, how bout I talk to him? Tell him that it's a family thing and that Carlisle and Esme want you to come too? Will he listen then?"

"I doubt it." I said, shaking my head.

Emmett sighed. "Well then, guess we'll just have to do it the good ol' fashioned way" he said, cracking his knuckles and grinning at me.

I stared at him with wide eyes and Emmett rolled his own. "C'mon, I was just joking Bella…sheesh!" I glared at him. "Okay, well, at least let me try to talk to him" he said.

"Okay," I said. It was the only chance I had. "Can we go now? This place is getting a little too stuffy for my human likes." I said, coughing slightly.

Emmett shrugged and reached for the door but suddenly pulled back, "Oh and you can't tell anyone. Not yet. Not even Edward okay?" Emmett warned.

I saluted. "Yes sir. Whatever you say sir." I turned back and reached for the doorknob but tripped on the broom stick that was propped against a wall. Emmett grabbed and steadied me, kissing my cheek lightly.

"God your a klutz little sis," he said, shaking his head and grinning. I punched him on the arm lightly.

"Shut up." I mumbled whilst Emmett chuckled.

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