Young Alice Brandon was in love… a 9 year old finds love with 12 year old Emmett Cullen. But like any immature teenage boy he doesn't see what's right in front of him.

"You…you don't l-love m-me?" little Alice cried.

"No. I never have, I never will." Emmett responded as the rest watched.

"Emmett you're sick." 11 year old Rosalie commented, her younger brother Jasper, 6 years old, played with his truck at her side.

"You all need to calm down." 15 year old Edward remarked, picking up his crying baby sister from the ground.

"Well I don't love her! For Christ's sake she's only 9 years old!" Emmett growled furiously, digging his fingernails into the palms of his hands.

5 years has passed then. Emmett and Alice hate each other; well at least that's what they want to believe. They haven't seen each other in years, ever since Emmett went to high school 3 years ago. Rosalie is dating the most popular guy in school, Jacob Black. Edward has his own apartment with Bella Swan, and a beautiful little girl named Renesmee.

Alice Brandon walks down the hallway of Forks High School, her freshman year.

"Hey! Watch it!" Her books fall to the floor; she bends down to pick them up.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. Let me help you with that." Alice's eyes pop open at the somewhat familiar voice. The waters fill her eyes as the large hands pick up her books. She looks up to find those same blue eyes welling up also. Blue meets blue.

"Erm… hey Al." Emmett's soft voice trembles. Alice stands up and nods to him once.

"Yeah Emmett. Thanks." She turns around and walks to her locker, thoughts flooding her mind. Why must he be so cute? I hate him. Alice get yourself together. He hates you. You hate him. That's that.

Emmett shook as he fiddled with the combination lock of his locker. He knew he was in love with her, ever since that one day he had refused her. But how could a 17 year old love a mere 14 year old? He knew he could wait no longer. He shoves his books into his locker and retrieves his jacket, slamming the door shut. It closes with a clank, and he swarms through the whole school, looking for that small group. He sees Rosalie pressed up against the wall with Jacob at her side. He pushes Jacob off of her. "Rose, I need your help."

"Who the hell do you think you are?!" Jacob pushes him off of her, Rosalie's eyes widening. She knew Jacob. This would break out a fight.

"Look Jacob, I don't need your shit right now. Just let me talk to her. And then you can suck her face off all you want." Emmett sighed, knowing his words would do him no good. How could he fight off Jacob, the champion of the wrestling team? Jake also loved to pick fights. Emmett knew what was going to happen.

"Jake, no." Rosalie grabbed his arm and tried to tug him way, but this only made it a WHOLE lot worse.

"Back off, Rose!" Jacob shoved his arm at her, pushing her down, her head hitting the wall with a thud.

Emmett blew up. He jumped onto Jacob, pulling his hair, hitting his face. Jacob grabbed the back of Emmett's head, pulling him to the ground, and then set his boot on Emmett's throat.

Jake wiped the blood from his mouth, pushing more pressure onto Emmett's throat. He closed his eyes, knowing it could all end right here. He started to say his goodbyes in his thoughts. Goodbye Rosalie, thanks for trying. Bye Edward, you're my best friends. Bye Bells, Nessie, Jasper, Momma, Dad. I love you so much. And goodbye Alice, I love you more than anything.

Interrupting his last thoughts, a little shriek filled the hallway. The crowd watching Emmett's near death fell silent.

"Get off of him!!" The scared little voice cried.

"Come on Jake." Embry and Sam pulled Jake off of Emmett, dragging him to their car. Emmett lay on the ground, his eyes closed, gasping for his air. The color slowly returned to his face. Everthing started to go cloudy BASH! Something hits his stomach. Another blow to his face. The frantic voices of the crowd start to fade. He hears that one last shriek of the little girl, then a bang comes to his stomach as every noise, feeling, and sight ends.

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"He's been beaten. Couple of broken ribs, busted lip, some damage to his throat. I cannot guarantee he will make it." The sound of his father's voice fills Emmett's ears, his mother's cries of panic and grief following. A sob breaks out from Daddy's lips. How badly he wants to reach out, to comfort them.

His eyes flutter open, a smile breaking across his lips at what he sees.

I miss the sound of your voice
And I miss the rush of your skin
And I miss the still of the silence
As you breathe out and I breathe in
If I could walk on water
If I could tell you what's next
I'd make you believe
I'd make you forget

So come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire and the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love
So come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire and the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love

So what do yall think? Plenty more where that comes from. And yes Nat i added that famous line that ALWAYS used to bug you: Why must he be so cute? HAHAHAHAHA review please! Give me more ideas for the story!!

Peace,

*~Amber~*