Disclaimer: All the characters, and any references to Twilight all belong to the Stephenie Meyer. Her superhuman writing ability leaves all of us other aspiring writers in the dust.

(Authors note: This is just a guess of what I think may have happened during Bella's first visit to the Cullen's.)

Emmett's POV

I had followed Rosalie out to the shed behind the house. She was changing the oil in my Jeep. "Rose, I can do that." I insisted, knowing she would never allow me to help especially when she was in this kind of mood.

She shook her head, as she slid out from beneath the Jeep. Her beautiful brow creased, and a scowl crossed her beautiful face. No matter how distasteful the expression on her face she was still gorgeous. She had been silent for the last twenty minuets since she had come out to work on the cars. This was never a good sign, when Rosalie was unhappy usually everyone knew about it. Previously, her anger and displeasure had almost been tangible; none of us had needed Jasper's special gift to know what she was feeling. She had stormed down the stairs, growling in frustration, shortly after Alice made the announcement. I recalled the events earlier this morning.

Alice had skipped through the house, "Bell's coming! Edward is going to bring her!"

Esme darted into the living room to join the rest of us, "Quick, is everyone's rooms clean? I need to makes sure there's food if she is hungry. What do people eat now days? Is it too cold in here, I can't tell?" She fluttered across the room to fluff the pillows on the sofa. "Why didn't Edward tell us he was bringing her over, when he came home to change?"

"Esme, calm down," Carlisle gently gripped her shoulders to stop her nervous fidgeting. "He probably did not know if she would accept the invitation to come see us," he said meaningfully.

I found myself smiling at Esme and her desire to make things perfect. It was not like we were going to have to entertain Bella with tea, and cookies, making polite small talk. She really wanted this to workout for Edward.

"He did mention the possibility of her coming to me," muttered Jasper. His eyes darted to the door perhaps planning an exit. "He encouraged me to keep my distance from her."

"And you didn't tell us!" Alice and Esme exclaimed simultaneously. They both scowled at Jasper for keeping his secret. We were not used to worrying about anyone keeping secrets from us, but that had all changed in the last few weeks.

The man is crazy. What is he thinking? He must really have a 'thing' for this girl. I automatically glanced to my side wanting to wrap my arms around MY girl. But she was not there; I looked up to see Rosalie standing at the top of the stairs. I smiled up at her, and started up the stairs. She was not smiling, actually she was positively frowning.

"Not only is he spending time with humans, but he is making us hang around them too," she hissed when I reached her level. "He has to bring her to our house! This is our house, the place where we should be able to be ourselves. We should not have to worry about it being invaded with humans." Rosalie was fuming over the announcement of our new visitor.

"I expect you to all be on your best behavior!" Esme insisted still nervous. I did not know if she had heard Rosalie's comments or not, but I felt certain that if she had, she would have been more upset.

"Its not like she's coming to live with us," I tried to sooth Rosalie's tension.

Apparently I had said the wrong thing, for Rosalie's expression was shocked and full of repulsion. "Ugh, don't even talk like that! I can't believe he is doing this. It's sick and wrong!" She shuddered and spun around, walking down the hall to our room. She emerged seconds later in her 'work' clothes, "I don't want to see this," she muttered, and I followed her out of the house.

My mind jumped back to the present, Rosalie was now pacing from one side of the garage to the other like a caged animal. I heard her mutter phrases of disgust and annoyance under her breath, I caught words like "insane", "abnormal", "selfish" and "it's so rude." I leaned against the Jeep and watched her passage, deciding it was better to let her vent her anger.

The sound of a disturbingly loud engine roared up to the house. That sound must drive Rosalie nuts, as she imagined all the tuning up the truck must need. The engine was cut off, and it was several seconds before I heard the doors open and close. I felt a sense of excitement in my stomach I wanted to be there to actually look in the eyes of this girl that had captivated my brother. I had seen her at school, of course, but I never really looked at her, or got close enough to know what she really smelled like, neither Rosalie nor Edward would have liked that. I was very curious to know what Bella would think of our family.

"They're here," I stated the obvious. Rosalie had stopped her pacing and was staring through the outbuilding window towards the house. "Rose, let's just go in and meet her. She might not be all that bad, give her a chance."

Her face contorted into a disappointed almost painful expression, it made my insides tighten. She felt like I was not supporting her I realized. I could not stand to see her unhappy, it tore me apart. I felt so torn between making her happy and doing what I thought was right. Her eyes shifted to the floor, "No, you go if you want. I have other things to do." She turned to walk towards Carlisle's car.

I could not go inside now, I realized. If I did it would be plain to Rosalie that I was unsupportive of her feelings. I sat on the hood of the Jeep, and watched her work. She began to look calmer as she tuned the engine to perfection. This was Rosalie's form of therapy, it made her happy, and I just enjoyed seeing her happy.