Hey Readers! So, after looking at the poll results, Emmett had won. But I am thinking that if this story does well, I will also do a Jasper as well as a Carlisle story later on. So, I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1

The wind blew gently, rustling the leaves in the silence, only interrupted by the melodic songs of birds. I loved my simple life... well, as simple as it could be anyways. Only the daily pestering made by my mother for not staying out of the sun, not wanting to wear dresses, and more.

'The sun is hot.' I thought as I laid in the field next to our sun was shining bright, laying a bright light over the entire yard. I was in a dress, my mother insisted on me being as womanly as possible. Would say, "Femininity attracted men." Sighing, I looked to the left. In the distance was my house. It is a victorian style home, built by Emmett and I's father, Charlie McCarthy. It is white with large windows, decorated with eyelet lace curtains from the inside. It has a wrap around porch that wound all the way to the back of the house, where out patio is. On the front portion of the porch sat a chair swing, the perimeter of our home decorated with numerous flowers. In the back, our house held stained glass windows that our mother suggested to replace the screens. It was a good choice.

The year is 1935, August of 1935. "It's so hot." I mumbled to myself, wiping sweat from my forehead.

"You know, mother would kill you for laying in the sun Bella-Boo."

I giggled as I looked up at a large figure, my brother Emmett Lewis McCarthy. He is a whopping six feet two inches tall, over towering me by a good foot. He is very muscular, so much so he helped to scare men away from me. He is a woodsman and hunter. Though, despite his burly appearance, he was like a gigantic teddy bear. "I know. She would say, 'Tan skin doesn't attract men!'" I laughed. "Nothing to worry about though, I don't tan and I'm not interested in the men here."

"You really are against the Smith boy huh?" He chuckled.

I looked at him as he laid next to me. "A man who says that my body pleasures him... Of course, I don't know why I would dislike him."

Emmett looked at me, his expression aggravated. "He... He said that?!" His tone quiet but angry.

I nodded, "Though, I wouldn't let it bother you too much. He won't have me. I don't want to many anyone who doesn't see me for me."

Emmett folded his hands beneath his head. "Some day, Bells, you will marry... Have children of your own, as will I." He stated.

I nodded. "One day. Yes, one day we will." I looked at the house, after hearing a screen slam. Stomping towards us was our mother, Renee McCarthy. She was very slightly tanned, but she claimed it wouldn't matter for her to tan or not since she had our father, on those days I would call her a hypocrite. Her hair was shoulder length and light brown, her eyes blue to Emmy's. I looked at Emmett. "She admires the Smith boy, but if she thinks I'm marrying Thomas then she is surely insane."

Emmett laughed as we both stood up.

"Young lady! Not again! What have I said about laying out?!" She scolded. Shaking her head, she looked to Emmett. "Emmett dear, come along. Dinner is ready."

"Yes Ma." He said, following us towards the house. We had a lot of wickersheim furniture and plant holders on our porch as of late, must be a new favorite look that our mother enjoys. Walking into the house, I ambushed my a smell I experienced every day from the large assortment of flowers that mother kept in the house, roses, lilies, hydrangeas, baby's breath, lavender, and orange blossoms. I guess you could expect that from a mother and father who owned a florist shop.

We were led into the kitchen where out father sat, reading the daily paper. His face was tired, his eyes and hair were brown like mine, his skin was dark from the field work he and Emmett had done earlier that day. His overalls were also covered in soil and dirty, but he smelled of flowers. "Good evening papa." I said.

"Good evening father," Emmett stated as he also sat down, his seat across from me. Mother placed our food before all of us before she sat, ready to eat her meal. Our meal tonight was a small roast and potatoes, along with some corn. We were still recovering from the Great Depression, so this was our monthly helping of good protein. Father and mother had grown concerned for Emmett and I when we had lost so much weight during the horrible event that took over our country.

When the depression hit us, I was only almost three at the time, but younger children were the most affected. Luckily for us, since our father had made our home with his bare hands, we didn't lose our home.

"Good evening children. Emmett son, tomorrow is your annual hunt with your friend Jonathan, correct?"

Emmett nodded, "Yes sir. We are going into the mountains to a spot where we found many buck last season. Best place to get real game."

Father nodded, "Hope you have a grand time. When do you suspect to return?"

"Sunday Afternoon Pa."

I kept quiet as I ate, using my manners that mother insisted I use. "Bells, how did your date with the Smith boy go?" I looked up to answer, but forcing me silent was my mother, speaking for me.

"She told me she had a grand time, dear."

My father smiled, "That's swell. He could be a great future husband for you."

I sighed quietly as I just nodded and looked at Emmett who nodded to me as he was the only one who truly understood and listened to me.

From there, dinner was silent. Once bedtime had came, I sat out on the roof outside my window. I wore my white sleep gown, my knees to my chest. I sat there, my eyes on the stars. The moon was so beautiful, it's white illuminating the entire flower field we had. In the field, the fireflies danced beautifully to the nights song.

I sighed, and jumped when I heard a throat clearing. "Enjoying the stars? Mind if I join you Bellsie?" Emmett asked.

I shook my head, moving to the side as he sat next to me. In truth, I did hope he would come out with me. "I have something for you Emmy."

He looked at me, his short wavy hair looking black in the moon's light. His blue eyes were childish as he excitedly waited for the gift I had for him. I smiled and took a locket from my pocket. I handed it to him, The locket was a replicate that I asked father to have made for me.

Emmett opened it and saw a small photo of him and I when mother did our "young adult" photos. We were both smiling, like we had been laughing together. The black and white photo was so simple, but it was special to me. As Emmett looked at it, he looked to me, his eyes emotional.

"For good luck." I looked at him. "Come back safe?"

Emmett let a couple tears fall. "It's a promise Bella-Boo." He said, his tone sincere. "Suppose we should get to bed." He said, leading me inside. As I laid down, I wasn't sure why, but I knew... I had a feeling something was going to happen, though I wasn't sure if it was good or bad. Ignoring the feeling, I fell asleep.

To Be Continued...