I was kind of hoping for more reviews, ya know...AND views. 35?! Are you freaking serious? Kidnapped has 8586! Bleh. There is some language in here...

Still My POV

When I pulled into the driveway, I noticed Emmett's Jeep was there. Yes! I thought, I can get him back!

I climbed out of my '53 Ford pickup and went to the front door. I opened it and was attacked. "Emm! Geroff me!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" he chanted, squeezing me hard enough to make me pee. "Please don't make me cook for myself!"

"Release me and we'll talk!" I shouted. He let me go, and I tried to get some air back into my lungs. I looked up at him, and he had his puppy-dog-face on. "Aw, fine. I'll cook for you tonight, but not tomorrow." I put in the last part so that I could hear him whine.

"Wha? WHY?!" he whined.

"Because," I started,"we are eating at the Cullen's house."

"YES! Bella's cooking!" Emmett punched a fist into the air.

"Excuse me?" I asked, tapping my foot on the floor.

"Your cooking is better, I swear! Don't hurt me!" He put his arms infront of his face.

I smacked his arm and went into the kitchen to start dinner.

THE NEXT MORNING

I woke up and my heart went into a frenzy. I am seeing Carlisle today. EEEEP!

I drug myself out of bed, and took a shower. I pulled on a pair of dark wash flair jeans, an olive green shirt that had a stethoscope on it and said 'Smooth Operator'(Go to and you can buy that), and a pair of my faded tennies.

As I took off down the stairs putting my hair up into a ponytail, I tripped on the last step.

"AHH!" I screamed. My face met Emmett's huge winter coat, but I still felt the pain when my face hit. "Emm? Could you help me? I'm a little stuck..." My foot had somehow made its way over my head, and was currently lodged in the coat rack. I heard him come in the room, leave, come back in, a few snapping sounds, and then my foot came out of the rack. He helped me up. "Did you leave your coat there on purpose?" I asked, walking into the kitchen.

"Yes. I just had a feeling that you were going to trip this morning," he said, following me.

"Shut up."

"Nice shirt. Wearing it for someone who uses a stethoscope?" Emmett smirked.

I bent over, and grabbed a frying pan, and smacked him with it.

"OW! OW OW OW!" Emmett shouted, holding his head.

I dropped the pan, grabbed my keys, and ran out the door.

"ISABELLA ALICE MARIE MCCARTY!"

"See you at dinner! I love you!" I shouted back. I hopped into my truck, shoved the keys into the ignition, and hit the gas. It groaned. I saw Emmet get into his colossal Jeep, and take off.

I managed to get out of the driveway, and half way to the hospital, when my truck died. "Come on, baby! I put gas in you, I drive you, I yell at people when they call you old, please don't die on me!" I slammed my head into the steering wheel five times. Ow.

My phone rang. The caller ID read,'Carlisle'.

"Hello?"

"Where are you?"

"My truck died, and I'm like, half way there."

"Do you want me to come get you?"

I sighed. "Thank you so much, Carlisle." I gave him the street I was on, and he said he would be there in a few minutes.

I turned on my radio.

"Love me or hate me, it's still an obsession
Love me or hate me, that is the question
If you love me then - thank you
If you hate me then - fuck you!

Love me or hate me, it's still an obsession
Love me or hate me, that is the question
If you love me then - thank you
If you hate me then - fuck you!

I'm that funky little monkey with the tiniest ears
I don't like drinkin fancy champy, I'll stick with Heineken beers
LOUD BELCH Whoops! Might burp in ya face
A little unladylike, what can I say?
Well oh gosh, I'm not posh, may I wear odd socks
I do what I'm doin - YEAH!
So everybody's entitled to opinions
I open my mouth and shit I got millions
I'm the middle kid, the riddle kid
I'll make you giggle 'til ya sick, my nose jiggles when I spit
Yeah I do have some stories, and it's true I want all the glory
Go on then, come on support, I'm English - try and deport me!"

"So, you're English?"

"AAAAHHHHH!! CARLISLE CULLEN! YOU LITTLE BUGGER!" I shouted, clutching my chest.

"I didn't know you listened to rap," he said, leaning into my open window.

"That is one of the only songs of rap that I listen to, thank you very much. Now, how long have you been there?"

"Since you declared that you were a funky little monkey," he answered, smiling.

"Chii!" I cursed in Japanese.

He looked down at my shirt and smirked. "Nice shirt." He then looked up at my face, and his forehead creased with worry. "What did you do to your nose?"

"I'll tell you later. Now, back up before I beat you up with my door," I warned.

He backed up, and I opened my door, he stepped around it. I tried to climb out of the truck, but I fell. Again. And of course, he caught me. But, alas, he had to end up holding me off of the ground by my belt loops. I turned red. He lowered my to the ground, and I climbed the rest of the way out of the cab. As I stood up a little, my pants slipped down a bit. Carlisle coughed, and I clutched my butt, cursing internally. I finally stood up all the way, and turned towards Carlisle. He was staring straight up at the sky, and had a light flushing across his cheek bones.

"Sorry about that," I said, putting my hand on the back of my neck. "I'm a total klutz."

He finally looked back down at me. "Bella is a klutz, too."

I turned towards his car, and nearly screamed. There sat a black Mercedes S55 AMG. I looked back over to him, and smiled. "This is your car?"

"Do you like it?" he asked, opening my door.

"I like it, I love it, I want some more of it!" I sang, crawling in. He laughed, and shut my door.

The door across from me opened and he slid in, and started the car, driving away from my truck. "Tell me more about yourself," Carlisle said.

"Well, I'm adopted, I don't know who my real parents are, I've been with Emmett's family since birth, and Emmett didn't know that I was adopted until our mom told us. Our mom is named Elizabeth. There used to be a Mr. McCarty, but he dies while Elizabeth was pregnant with Emmett. His name was Edward," I told him. (A/N: I get to have Edward's parents! YAY!)

"Wow. That's a lot of information. Any more?"

"Well, I'm addicted to reading. I love music.I'm currently obsessed with a book trilogy. Which is soon to be a...quadology," I said, smiling.

"Quadology?" he asked, incredulous.

"Yes, quadology," I looked at him, my eyes saying, " I dare you to question my word."

"Quadology it is, then," he laughed.

Soon we pulled up to the hospital, and I noticed that Jessica 'Gossip Maniac' Stanley was getting out of her beat up white car. Carlisle pulled up next to her, and before I could get my seat belt unbuckled all of the way, he was out of the car, and opening my door for me. He held his hand out for me, and I gladly took it, not wanting a replay of what happened less than ten minutes ago.

As I stepped out of the car, Jessica noticed me. She gasped, and then glared. As I shut my door, Carlisle made no move to release my hand. When we passed her, I waved and smiled. She was pissed off. YAY!

We finally gont pass Jessica and a little closer to the end of the lot, when Carlisle bent his head down and whispered in my ear, "I hope you don't mind me holding your hand. Miss Stanley just won't stop flirting with me." I giggled.

"I don't mind in the least. She is a little over the top when it comes to flirting. I mean, you don't need to unbutton your shirt half way and lean over the desk to talk to someone!" I said, whispering back to him. Carlisle bust out laughing. I smiled. I had done my job.

- - -

I sighed, walking into Carlisle's office, and leaning up against the door frame. My day had been beyond boring. Well, the parts after I had gotten into the hospital, at least. "Hey, you ready?" I asked the bent over figure at the desk.

"Nearly, I just need to finish something," Carlisle said.

"Do you want me to go to my house, or straight to yours?"

"My house is fine, but it will just be you and I until 5:30," Carlisle told me, looking up.

"Do you have any board games? OH! Do you have any cards?" I asked, jubilant.

"Yes, we have a deck of cards, and board games."

"Wait, do you have Uno cards?"

"I'm pretty sure we do," he said.

"YES! I'm going to call Emm now," I said, reaching for my phone.

"Okay, I'll just be another minute," he told me, looking back down.

I dialed Emmett's number.

"Hello?"

"Emm? HI! Go to the Cullen's house at 5:30, okay?"

"Where are you going to be until then?"

"At the Cullen's house. Bella, Edward, Jasper, Alice, and Rose will be there by 5:30."

"So you'll be alone with Carlisle for an hour and a half?"

"Yes, God. We aren't going to do anything!" Carlisle coughed. "We are going to play Uno."

"Good. And If I find anything but Uno, you'll be in serious trouble."

"But what if we want to watch TV, or play Scrabble?"

"Don't be a smart-ass."

"Now you need to put a dollar in the swear jar, Emmett. Shame on you!"

"Shut up. I'll be there at 5:30." He hung up.

I turned to face Carlisle. "Emmett is way too overprotective. I mean, he knows I'm a virgin, for God sakes! Oh, crap. I didn't just say that, did I?"

"No, you didn't, I swear," Carlisle said, turning off the lamp on his desk.

"Good. Let's go. Darn, we have to pass Jessica," I growled.

"I can take care of that," he said, turning off the lights. He took my hand, and we walked out of the office, and he locked it behind us. As we approached Jessica's desk, Carlisle said,"Where do you think we should go for dinner?"

My sly reply was,"Your house, of course," and we kept walking. When we rounded the corner, we burst into hysterics. "Did you see her face? I didn't know that someone could look like a fish out of water so well!" We kept walking hand in hand until we got to the Mercedes. He opened my door and I got in. He shut my door, and jogged over to his side, and got in. He started the car and backed out of the lot."Can I turn on the radio?" I asked.

"Sure, but no rap." he said, sending a smile in my direction. It gave my butterflies. I flicked on the radio, and one of my favorite songs came on.

"AAAHHH!" I squealed.

"While we were trying different things
And we were smoking funny things
Making love out by the lake to our favorite song
Sipping whiskey out the bottle, not thinking 'bout tomorrow
Singing Sweet Home Alabama all summer long!
Singing Sweet Home Alabama all summer long!"

I sang along, and Carlisle looked over at me because of my over exuberant behavior. "You really love this song, don't you?"

"Yep!" I popped the 'p'.

Soon we were going down a dirt road, turning off to a hidden drive that was covered with weeds. Just a few minutes later, we pulled up to a magnificent white mansion.

"Holy," I murmured, awed.

"You like it?" he asked, looking at me.

I looked back over at him. "You used to live here alone?"

"Yes, for about five months."

"God, that must have been really lonely."

"Sometimes. Now, lets go play ourselves some Uno!"

- - -

"Uno!" I shouted, again.

Carlisle sighed. He put down a wild card. "Red." He put down a red three.

"Yes!" I yelled, throwing my red nine down on the pile. This was my fifteenth win.

"Are you sure there is no way to cheat at this game?" Carlisle asked, rubbing his temple.

"Yes. You just reallysuck at Uno, Carlisle," I said, picking up the cards.

"No more Uno, please," he begged.

"Do you have normal playing cards?" He nodded. "Go, get them! Scat!" I shooed him away. He laughed, picking the Uno cards up, before walking out of the room. I swallowed, following his retreating figure with my eyes. Nice butt... I slapped myself in the head for thinking that. He is just a friend!

He came back in, and saw me smacking my forehead repeatedly. "Is? Are you okay?"

I looked up. "Oh, just peachy. And I like the name Is. Can you call me that?" He nodded. "Now, give me the cards. Do you know how to play Speed? Good, something challenging.

- - -

"IT'S A TIE! I SURRENDER! UNCLE! MERCY!" I shouted, as Carlisle tickled my sides.

"No, I won! Say it!" he said back, tickling me more. He was now sitting on me, tickling relentlessly.

"Never!" He tickled more. "Okay! OKAY! YOU WON!" He kept tickling.

"What the bloody hell?"

Carlisle stopped, and we both looked over to see my big brother, standing in the doorway. Carlisle slid off of me as I tried to get my breath back. "It's called 'Tickle Is until she pees herself, or until she admits Carlisle won the game of Speed', duh. We've played that before, but that time it was 'Tickle me until I admit that Emmett won the game of Sorry," I said, getting up. The door slammed. Rosalie, Alice, Jasper, and Edward all walked in, and stopped dead in their tracks.

"No. FREAKING. Way," Alice said.

"Oh. My. God," Jasper muttered.

"What the hell?" Edward asked.

"I told you guys!" Rose exclaimed.

"WHAT?!" I screamed. "Why are all staring at me?!"

"Because you are like a carbon copy of my fiance," Edward replied," of whom shall be here any minute."

I looked over to Emmett and gasped. "Oh, my God, Emmett! I swear I didn't mean to hit you that hard!" I said, eyeing his huge purple, blue, and yellow bruise on his forehead. "And why didn't you show them a picture of me?"

"I didn't have one!" he said.

"Hello? Where is everyone?" a voice that sounded weirdly like my own asked.

"In here, Bella!" Alice said.

She walked in. I screamed, and all went black.

GOD! My hands are cramping! That's a LONG chapter! And whoever can tell me the name of those two songs, the next chapter will be for you! And I bet you didn't see THAT coming! I gave you 2,654 words!