Sweet Perfection

Bella and Emmett have been around each other since they were kids, but now that they're actually getting to know each other, what will become of it? AU/AH.

Chapter One

"I'm done with all this fighting! I can't take it anymore! I'm done!" I heard Emmett yelling, and I looked up to see him walking away from the diner.

"Fine! If that's the way you wanna be, I don't care! Your loss!" Rosalie screamed back and got into her car, tires screeching as she sped her red BMW out of the lot. Emmett ran a hand through his dirty blonde hair and kicked a trash can before walking down the sidewalk.

"Hey, get in!" I called out of my truck's passenger side window, and a flicker of a smile crossed his lips before he hopped in.

"You're a lifesaver, Bells." He fastened his seatbelt and leaned his head back.

"So what was that all about?" Curiosity flooded into my words, and I felt a pang of ignorance as I realized it was none of my business.

"Just bullshit. Nothing you need to worry about."

I rolled my eyes at that. Emmett and my brother Edward were both only a year older than me, but they treated me like I was five. It was annoying because I probably understood their problems even better than they did. Hell, I could probably solve most of them.

"Oh, we can just head to your place. I was supposed to meet up with Edward anyway," he said when we headed into our neighborhood.

I pulled into the driveway next to Edward's newly purchased, dark blue, 2008 Corvette (he's been raving nonstop since he got it last week), and we got out. Emmett jogged over to Edward and a few other guys who were playing basketball on our concrete court, after thanking me of course, and I waved my hello before going upstairs to my room to do homework.

For the next couple of weeks, Emmett and Jasper (another one of their best friends who was my age) were always at my house. I didn't really know why, but I think it was to get over their girls with "bro time."

"Hey, Bella, what's up?" Emmett said, and I turned around from the cabinet with a glass in my hand. He was sweaty and almost out of breath as he swiped a hand towel across his forehead.

"Just getting some water. Want some?"

"Sure, thanks."

"Must be a rough game of basketball going on out there," I stated with a smile as I handed him a glass of ice water.

He gulped half of it down before replying, "You have no idea."

"Are you staying for dinner tonight?" I leaned against the counter with one hand, swirling some lemonade mix into my water.

"I don't know. Do you want me to?" he smirked, and I laughed.

"I'm asking because Charlie's working late, and I'm cooking, so I need to know how many mouths to feed."

"Nah, I actually have to go do some things, but Jasper might be. Want me to ask?"

"That'd be great." He stood up, downed the rest of his water, and headed out the back glass doors. "Thanks!"

He actually looked kinda hot like that… I thought to myself. I stood there for a second before taking a sip of my lemonade and setting out the preparations for dinner.

Jasper did decide to stay for dinner, but we didn't speak much until Edward excused himself to go take a quick shower.

"So what's Alice's deal?" he blurted out while we were watching some comedy show.

"Her deal?"

"Ya know, is she single, or in a relationship, or what?"

"She's not dating anyone, but she's definitely off limits to you."

He cracked a smile and asked, "Yeah? Why's that?"

"I know how you treat girls, Whitlock." He gave me a dumbfounded look. "Like you can use them and leave them as you please."

"That's not true. I date."

"Whatever you say." I turned my attention back to the television screen, ready to be done with this conversation.

"Hey, at least I'm not stuck in some dead-end high school relationship like Emmett."

My mind snapped back to Jasper almost immediately. "I thought they broke up?"

"Well, they did, but this is – what? – the third time this year? They'll be back together sooner or later. We both know that."

"Yeah, maybe."

My mind drifted off into thought, but soon enough, Jasper and I were laughing together as if the conversation never happened.

"Thank God it's Friday!" Alice yelled as we walked out of our school and headed to her car. "I absolutely can't wait for tonight!"

"I absolutely can't believe you're actually making me go to a party."

"Who knows. Maybe you'll have fun for once!"

"I have fun all the time."

"Fun with boys, I mean." She winked and laughed, and we went to her house to begin her party night pampering routine, starting off with showers and face masks. Oh, the joy.

A couple of hours of bathing, facials, deep conditioning hair treatments, eyebrow plucking, and much more later, I was a changed woman. No, literally. I looked completely different, in a good way I suppose.

"You look beautiful!" Alice exclaimed, clapping her hands together. "I can't wait to see what you'll look like with your hair and makeup done!"

"Oh my gosh, Alice," I said, blushing. "Thanks."

"My pleasure! Let's go grab some food before we finish."

We went into her massive kitchen, where her mom had just finished preparing salads and fruit cups for us (they were pretty big health nuts). Part of me wanted to laugh at this for being my dinner, but after eating it all, it was pretty fulfilling. After that, we just watched TV and hung out for a while, even chatting a little bit about what Jasper said the other day to me, to which Alice pushed me over, gasped, and playfully chastised me for saying that to a "cute now-potential boyfriend." She finally dragged me back upstairs, where she curled my hair and did my makeup, then she proceeded to do hers after telling me not to look yet. She went into her closet when she was finished, and for the next ten minutes, I wondered if she had some secret passageway in there or had just gotten lost in her own rows of clothes, but she finally emerged wearing a long sleeve, black dress with a colorful belt and closed toe, red wedges.

"You look amazing," I told her, while inwardly groaning at what she could've picked out for me.

"Thanks, girl! Wait until you see what you're wearing."

I saw that mischievous twinkle in her eye, the one she always got when she knew she was doing something you probably wouldn't like, but I ignored it and held out my hands. She gave me a pair of dark wash skinny jeans (some she'd taken from my house without me knowing, I guess), a sparkly silver tank, and a cropped, black leather jacket. I actually kind of liked it. She ordered me to put them on, then handed me a pair of black boots with short, thick heels, which made me so happy because I definitely sucked at walking in stilettos.

"Oh my gosh, you look so hot!" she yelled before pushing me in front of a floor length mirror.

I even gasped when I saw myself. There was no way I could be the same person. I looked taller, leaner, and more fashionable, and the smokey eyes and light pink lip gloss really pulled everything together. My favorite part was the fact she didn't make me wear a dress, though.

Soon enough, it was 10 o' clock and party time. She drove us a couple of neighborhoods over to Mike Newton's house. He wasn't a big party guy, but since his parents were out of town for the weekend, he knew this was his chance to get in with the seniors so he could hang out with them all year. As soon as we walked in, a few drunk guys whistled at us, and I felt almost embarrassed to be drawing so much attention to myself.

"Hey, gorgeous ladies," a pretty tipsy Mike greeted before handing us each a cold, unopened beer. I popped the top off and took a swig. I didn't drink a lot, but I wasn't new to it, and neither was Alice, who'd downed a third of her bottle before I'd even taken a second sip. Impressive.

When Alice saw some guy from her algebra class, she said she'd just be a minute, which in Alice time was at least fifteen, so I walked over to my brother and his friends after spotting them in the living room.

"Hey, Edward."

"Damn, what is your name?" some guy I recognized off the football team asked me.

"Bella, my lttle sister," Edward said protectively.

"I didn't even recognize you. You did some growing up," the same guy said, smiling.

Edward rolled his eyes and murmured under his breath, "Don't drink too , much, okay?"

"No promises," I joked, then turned away and headed towards the other side of the house, all the while feeling his friends' eyes on me, the grown up version of their friend's little sis.

Over an hour and a half passed by, and I was pretty tipsy, so I finished my last beer and set it down before heading outside. I looked up to the sky, closed my eyes, and took a deep breath.

"Fresh air's pretty relaxing, huh?" My eyes snapped open at the sound of Emmett's voice, and I smiled at him. "You look beautiful tonight, by the way."

"Thanks, Em." I felt the blush growing on my cheeks, giddiness swelling up inside me, but I just brushed it off because I knew he was at least pretty buzzed.

"No prob. Enjoying the party?"

I shrugged. "Not really my scene, but it's been fun."

"Wanna head out?"

"Um, what?"

He chuckled. "Wanna go grab some late night food at the diner?"

I could feel the grin spread across my face as I replied, "Yes, I'm dying for a burger."

A/N: So how did everyone like it? Leave me reviews, please! Already working on chapter two. :)