A.N: Well then, that was quicker than I expected. Special thanks to Baddie the insanely awesome beta of mine, who gave the entire thing a read through last night so that I could put this story up before Xmas : )

Chapter 2 – Advent Calendars and Decorating

Apparently, shopping with Emmett was a lot more strenuous than I first realised. We hit another three more shops before I announced that I was too tired to move anymore, and once we were back in the jeep, I quickly fell asleep in the passenger seat. I stayed unconscious for the rest of the night.

I awoke in my room, to the sound of Alice and Edward arguing in hushed whispers. I opened one eye blearily, focusing on the two vampires who were arguing at the foot of my bed. Edward looked angry, hands clenched into fists, while Alice looked impassive, a smirk present on her face.

"You're going to wake her up!" Edward hissed quietly.

"Too late," Alice sang, smugness radiating from her small frame. The two immediately turned to me, Edward looked shocked – Alice just looked amused as she waved one of her tiny hands at me, beaming with enthusiasm.

"What are you doing in my room?" I demanded grouchily, rubbing sleep from my eyes. "I thought we agreed, no entering my room unless it's obvious that I'm awake and decent."

"Sorry Lee, Alice wanted to wake you up earlier and play dress up, but she wouldn't leave your room when I asked her to on your behalf," Edward told me, formal as ever. When I thought that, his usual crooked smile twisted up the left side of his mouth, and his eyes gleamed slightly as he let out a throaty chuckle.

Typical Edward.

"No Alice," I said immediately, when I noticed the hopeful expression on her face. Instantly, her smile faded and her eyes widened as she quickly pulled out the puppy dog pout, her bottom lip jutting out as she looked at the ground. I ignored her – despite the cuteness that was the puppy dog pout, it had no effect on me. I was immune to Alice's second vampire power.

She glared at me when I folded my arms and looked at her impatiently, before flouncing out of the room, nose in the air. Edward looked at me, amusement shining in his golden eyes.

"How do you do that?"

"I'm special," I replied, grinning as I pretended to tip my hat. Edward let out another throaty chuckle, before grabbing one of my hands and holding it in his own. I was a little stunned at his actions, but didn't say anything, just waited.

"You're warm," he told me, before releasing my hand. His eyes were filled with warmth and happiness now. I smiled back at him, tapped him on the nose twice for good measure before skipping into the bathroom.

"Alice laid out some Christmassy clothes for you," he called out behind me.

"Shit, I just can't beat that evil pixie can I?" I chuckled, closing the door behind me and getting ready to start the day.

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"He's making a list, checking it twice. Gonna find out who's naughty and nice – Santa Claus is coming to town…"

I rolled my eyes as Emmett sauntered through the room, a string of tinsel wrapped tightly around his neck, a Santa hat crammed onto his big head. He was also wearing a red polar neck jumper with a Christmas tree on the front. He really did have extreme Christmas spirit.

Edward – who was sat opposite me – chuckled at this thought, quirking an eyebrow and tilting his head ever so slightly. I ignored him, picking up another slice of toast and devouring it instantly.

I knew hanging around with Edward would affect my vocabulary.

He laughed openly at this, eyes lighting up. I rolled my eyes, ignored his childish antics. Unfortunately, this thought only made him laugh harder.

"A couple of months ago, you were the childish one and I was the mature adult with a wide range of vocabulary. Now look at us," he said, sniggering.

"I had 'a wide range of vocabulary' before I met you, thank you very much! You don't need to hang out with a hundred year old vampire to get good language," I glared at him, daring him to question me.

"I'm sure you had 'good language' before you met me Leah," he said, humouring me – though I could hear the way he put quotation marks around 'good language.'

Once again opting to ignore the immature vampire, I ate another few slices of toast and a fried egg…

…Along with two rashes of bacon, four sausages, another two fried eggs, five slices of eggy bread and a glass of water.

Edward seemed a little stunned at the amount I ate. Instantly, he seemed a little worried, as all of the food Esme had made me was gone.

"Do you want some more? Bella never ate very much…" I grinned at him playfully, before putting my hand to my stomach and groaning as if I was in pain. Edward watched me in alarm.

"Ohhh… I need more foood…" I moaned, putting my hand to my head. It was obvious I was play acting, but Edward didn't seem to get it as his eyes widened in alarm.

"Don't worry Leah, I'll get you something," he dashed to the cupboards at vampire speed, and barely a second later, a wide assortment of food was laid out in front of me. He looked at me with nothing but concern in his eyes; I couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"How fat do you think I am?" I got out through my chuckles. He seemed to pick up on the fact that I'd been teasing him at this point, and an embarrassed expression appeared on his face. The excess food disappeared within a couple of seconds.

"Sorry," he said sheepishly once he returned.

"Why were you so bothered Ed?" I asked, still a little amused. He shrugged one shoulder and turned away from me, washing my plate in the sink.

"I can do that," I started, but he'd already finished.

"But I can do it faster," he grinned.

"Leah!" Emmett exclaimed enthusiastically, shocking me. Despite my werewolf senses, vamps were very fast and very quiet. I whirled around, defensive instincts causing me to bring my hand up and punch a now startled Emmett in the nose.

"Oh Em, I'm sorry," I said apologetically. "You made me jump."

"It's okay," he replied, rubbing his nose. "Ouch," he whispered.

"What did you want buddy?"

"I thought you'd want to help decorate Eddie's room," Emmett's smile returned as he spoke, not deterred after being hit in the face.

"Of course!" I jumped up from my seat, grinning at Edward – who was now scowling murderously at his brother. "Is Eddie joining us?"

"Don't call me Eddie," Edward snapped.

"No," Emmett answered the question for him, "it's going to be a surprise. No reading our thoughts either bro."

"Or I'll punch you in the face," I added, grinning and raising an eyebrow. Despite how Edward never seemed too phased by my hitting him, I occasionally saw him wince in pain when I recounted the occasions in my head.

Emmett led me upstairs, carrying four boxes. I carried another two; apparently I was weaker than Emmett when it came to carrying Christmas decorations.

"Here we go!" he said, flinging Edward's door open with a little too much force. I heard it bang against the wall, heard the plaster strain under the force. Emmett looked a little abashed but quickly recovered, entering the room with a five foot Christmas tree in one hand.

"He's still got that stupid bed," he muttered. There was a pause; "oh wait, you're sleeping in there aren't you Leah."

"Yes I am, stupid," I said, hitting him on the head. Emmett smoothed out his hair and looked at me apologetically. I waved him off; Emmett was Emmett.

Emmett was in charge of the décor; he'd already planned it. Despite Emmett's childish personality and bumptious demeanour, he was a deep person. I'd found out that he liked to draw pictures, particularly in charcoal. It came as no surprise to me when he pulled out a piece of thick drawing paper, with the layout of Edward's room drawn onto it. There was an aerial view, with labels, and an artistic one, showing the room from the entrance once we had finished.

"Nice," I said, looking appreciatively at the drawings. There would be two Christmas trees, one five foot and one seven foot, either side of the window. We would sprinkle confetti and spread tinsel over his CDs, have a load of Christmas bunting going across his windows, blocking the view. There was some fake ivy to be draped around the bed; Emmett had left it well alone after realising that I was sleeping in Edward's bed.

"What about…" I grinned at an idea. Emmett had bought about ten eight kilogram bags of confetti… "if we use some of your confetti, and put it…" I lowered my voice to a whisper, "in a bucket over his door. Then, when he comes into the room, he'll be showered."

"Nice one little sis!" Emmett exclaimed, hi-fiving me. I had to stand on my tiptoes to read his hand. I could feel my cheeks heat when he called me little sis; it was nice to be accepted fully by Emmett even though his wife hated me.

"Come on," he said, passing me the smaller tree. "Let's blow this popsicle stand."

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A.N: Review, as a Christmas Present?