AN – I think it's about time for a happy (ish) chapter … xD

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer still owns Twilight, thus the website being called Fanfiction. I'm just a mere fan that enjoys messing with her characters.

CHAPTER THREE

"So there's been no word from your mom at all?"

Emmett shook his head at Rosalie's question. Carlisle had assured him that since his mother was nowhere to be found – she'd fled the house she shared with Emmett's step-father after kicking Emmett out – himself and Esme would be his guardians until they could get a hold of her. The police station had provided all the information needed for his mother to get hold of him in case she decided to come home, but it wasn't looking likely.

"That sucks," Rosalie muttered, playing around with the straw of her milkshake. It'd been three days since Carlisle and Esme had essentially forgiven Emmett and brought him back home to stay with them in Forks, and so far everything had been fine.

Edward spoke next. "Pretty much," he commented, "but the biggest thing that sucks is school. It's in just four weeks and my body is physically and my brain emotionally not ready for this kind of kid jail. It doesn't get better that I'm grounded. For the last weeks of summer!"

Rosalie pulled her tongue out as Emmett laughed. "Don't act like you had any plans anyway," she joked, kicking Edward under the table. He mocked her pulling tongues face before frowning and staring at the table.

The bell of the diner rung out clearly as the door opened, and Emmett casually flashed a glance over to it before his face hardened. He nudged Edward and held up his menu so at least half his face was covered. Rosalie raised an eyebrow while Edward ducked, too, before his face hardened as well, obviously just seeing what Emmett had.

"What?" Rosalie asked. Emmett pointed over to the door and held up his menu higher over his face. Edward did the same as Rosalie turned.

"Royce?"

"Shh!" Edward warned cautiously. "You've got to get out of here. Get away from us."

Rosalie turned properly so she was facing Edward now and she glared at him. "Yeah, out of the same door that my boyfriend just came through. Good idea, Cullen."

"Just go!"

Rosalie did the dreaded – Bella wouldn't be proud – and got on her hands and knees, crawling over until she reached a table at the back of the diner. Royce and his friends dawdled by the door while Rosalie slipped easily to an empty seat and held up a menu to make it seem like she was just another customer. She wanted badly for Royce to leave so she could go back to Emmett, but to her dismay, he had already found her.

"Rose?" he exclaimed rather too loudly and popped his gum before smirking. Rosalie rolled her eyes, but played it off by twisting a piece of hair between her fingers and forcing a smile. Emmett and Edward hid behind their menus that they weren't one bit interested in. Emmett just wanted to make sure Rosalie was okay, while Edward was dong some sort of weird leg motion, as if trying to get on the floor so he could do the same as Rosalie and crawl away. He didn't want another bloody nose courtesy of Royce.

Royce swaggered smugly over to Rosalie, popping his gum a further time before twisting it around his finger and pulling it out of his mouth. Rosalie would have grimaced if he wasn't already sitting himself down by her and edging his head towards her's for a kiss. She settled for a kiss on the cheek.

"Babe," Royce whined, adjusting himself in the seat so he was slouching messily. Rosalie sneaked a peak over at Emmett who had been approached by a waitress with brunette hair that stuck out in all different directions. Somehow, she made the boyish look work and she smiled bubbly at Edward and Emmett. Rosalie frowned.

"Wait, what?" Rosalie asked, remembering that Royce had been speaking to her. She couldn't help but catch a glimpse at his equally disgusting friends, who were slouched, too, and still had the chewing gum in their mouths, unlike Royce who had thankfully threw his away.

"I asked you a question," he stared at her harshly, "the party tomorrow? Remember?"

Rosalie was still playing with her hair when she asked casually, "What party?"

Royce and his friends exchanged a look – one that Rosalie liked to call the douchebag look – and burst out into a fit of uncontrollable, snorting-type laugher that Rosalie just had to roll her eyes at. Royce and his boys were so immature.

She looked again at Edward and Emmett. The waitress was still there, but this time she was leaning over their table and they were giggling about something that she desperately wanted to know. She caught herself frowning again, but somebody else did, too.

"Rose?" Royce followed her wandering gaze before she could look away. His expression almost looked amused, and then deadly, and then smug, and then he smirked and stood up from the lazy position he had set himself in. Rosalie brought up her hands to stop him, but he was already walking over to Emmett and Edward's table.

Rosalie didn't make out the first few words, but it was clear that Emmett had an upper hand in the fight, even if Royce's friends were older than them all – in their late 20s at least – and had muscles bigger than the Hulk. Nearly.

"You know …" Rosalie could just make out as she walked up to the table. The rest of the speech was blocked by the screeches – of joy? of pain? of excitement? There was no telling – of Royce's idiotic, imbecile friends. They were blocking the way of what was happening between Emmett and Royce.

It was clear now that it was Emmett talking. It sounded as if he was gritting his teeth. "You know what I love most about rich kids?" his hand connected full on to Royce's jawline, and the shouting of Royce's friends stopped as he slammed onto the table. Everybody fell silent. "Nothing."

Emmett and Edward could just grab their jackets and run the hell out of the diner before Royce could catch them. He still went after them, but the small body of the waitress, who had failed to collect their orders before Royce barged over, just managed to slip through Royce and his friends and toss Emmett something.

Emmett caught them in between his cupped hands. "What for?" he yelled. Royce was gaining on him as they reached the parking lot, and the waitress stopped just outside the diner and smiled.

"You'll see the bike," she informed Emmett. Royce couldn't care less what the waitress was saying so he chose to tune her out, not hearing her plans to help Emmett – the guy who she had known for fewer than five minutes. "Unlock it and you're set to go."

Surely enough, when Emmett rounded into the parking lot, a purple bike was chained up to a barrier. Edward watched out for Royce while Emmett fumbled the keys in his hands, trying to open the padlock. "Hurry!" Edward yelled, but he was late, because Emmett had already tossed the lock to the side.

And luckily for Edward, he had brought his skateboard that day. He didn't need to ride on the back pegs of the BMX. Somebody climbed onto them, though, before Emmett could get going. Edward warily glanced at the new passenger.

"Wh–"

It was Rosalie who stopped Emmett from speaking. "Just go!"

…

"How do you think we're going to get the girl's bike back?" Edward played with his hands nervously, still on the lookout for Royce and his biker looking friends, even though they were on the beach near La Push and couldn't have been faster than the others. There was no way they'd catch up with them in time to know where they were going or to follow them.

"Stop being so paranoid," Rosalie rolled her eyes and laid her palms out on the sand, leaning backwards. She squinted at the blazing sun. It was unusual, yet slightly nice, for the weather to be this good in Forks. "We'll drop it off at the diner tomorrow."

"Are you sure we won't be banned?" Emmett laughed. He found the whole situation completely bizarre yet still completely hilarious at the same time. Rosalie was the same, but Edward wasn't as calm as them.

"I'm more worried about my parents finding out."

Emmett tensed. "Yeah … there is that, too."

"Promise me that if they do you won't run away?" Edward raised an eyebrow. "I don't think I can face the wrath of Dr Carlisle Cullen alone."

Emmett grinned. "I won't leave."

"Good," he said, "and I have it in good faith that they won't kick you out."

"I guess I should be worried about Royce," Rosalie quickly added, still aimed at the sun. She closed her eyes and sighed deeply. "And if my mom finds out …"

"Don't worry," Edward smiled. "We'll stick up for you."

Emmett snapped a twig in half and threw it into the ocean. Then, he turned to Edward and smirked. "Do I see a friendship coming on?" Both Rosalie and Edward rolled their eyes. Rosalie would never admit that Cullen was actually pretty cool, and Edward would never admit that Rosalie was more – and smarter than – what he thought. She wasn't just a shallow Barbie that only thought of herself.

"What the hell is going on here?"

Edward couldn't have jumped out of his skin more. It wasn't just the shock of the person who scared them by sneaking up on them, but it was the actual person who said it that made the whole situation more. He wasn't prepared! You see, when people like Edward talk to people like Bella Swan, they have to prepare. It's necessary.

It's not easy being a loser who's desperately in love with the most popular girl in school.

"Rosalie?" Bella asked, raising a perfectly shaped, sceptic eyebrow at her best friend. She could excuse that she was with Emmett – who was actually pretty hot – but the likes of Edward Cullen? This is not okay.

"Hi, Bells," Rosalie said awkwardly. The freaking out of Edward next to her made her nervous. But Bella didn't spot anything and she got onto her knees on the sand and placed her hands on her hips.

"So what's going on here?" she asked intriguingly. She smiled in Emmett's direction, glared weirdly at Edward and then carried on raising an eyebrow at Rosalie. "And why are you here? Shouldn't you be with Royce?"

Rosalie said the only thing she could thing of which unfortunately made her want to slap herself. "Why are you?"

"I'm visiting a friend," Bella said and Edward couldn't help but feel his heart almost shatter with jealously. The only friend he knew of that Bella had in La Push was Jacob, though as he said, she was extremely popular, and no doubt had good friends in Russia, or Poland, or Kazakhstan, for that matter. "The bike?"

"A …" Rosalie didn't really know how to describe the diner girl. "Friend's. That's why I'm here. Visiting a friend."

The whole atmosphere between the four became sour after that. Edward still failed to work up the nerve to look at Bella, Emmett played with another twig, peeling it like it was a shoot of bamboo and he was a panda, while Rosalie and Bella had a feel between them that they'd never had before. Since when had two best friends that spent every moment together been so … dysfunctional?

With the confirmation that Bella wasn't going to leave – she crossed her legs and leant back against the sand like Rosalie – Edward went to pack up. He grabbed his jacket and turned to Emmett, still avoiding Bella, but she spoke up before he could leave.

"No, don't be put off by me," Bella said bitterly. "You can stay. Of course, Rosalie would rather hang out with you than me. That's fine. You can stay."

Rosalie flinched back at the harsh words and Emmett smiled softly at her. He felt bad for Edward, too, who collapsed back on the sand, still not looking up. Bella smiled and turned to Rosalie. "So have you invited your new friends to the party tomorrow?"

Rosalie barely remembered Royce mentioning a party before he spotted Emmett and Edward. On seeing Rosalie's confused look, Bella sighed, "The huge back to school party? On Saturday? You've seriously forgot? Rose, this is our thing, we–"

"No, I remembered," Rosalie lied easily. "But … no, I didn't invite them." Bella was almost relieved – well, she wouldn't mind Emmett coming; actually, as long as he was single – before Rosalie continued, turning to Emmett and Edward, "You guys want to come?"

Edward wanted badly to laugh, but he resorted to not saying anything at all. He had gone to the same school as them both for years, and it was compulsory – even though organised by seniors – to go. Well, it was considered compulsory for the popular kids, the 'losers' were never spotted. They were invisible.

Exhibit A: Edward.

Emmett shook his head. "Should I really come? I don't even go to your school."

At this, Bella shuffled over so she was sitting practically on Emmett (she was just that close) and smiled warmly. Playing with her hands, she spoke softly, "We would love to have you there, right, Rose?" She flashed Rosalie a say-yes-before-I-kill-you look. Rosalie resisted rolling her eyes and nodded instead, giving Bella a sarcastic are-you-pleased-now glare.

Bella turned back to Emmett. "See? We really don't mind."

"I–"

"Great! You can come. Well, I'll text you the details and see you there," Bella prepared herself to leave. Rosalie might have wanted her to hang with them, but Bella had to go back to watching the hot collage seniors playing volleyball just down the beach. She was lucky that a few of them were single.

Instead of arguing, Emmett shrugged. "I don't have your number."

"You can get it off Rosalie!" Bella called, already setting off, spraying sand at Edward – coincidently by accident – as she ran through it and towards the other end of the beach. "Bye!" And after a few seconds, she had disappeared over a sand hill.

Edward pouted quickly afterwards and dusted himself of sand. "So about that party?" he muttered. Emmett nodded, agreeing with Edward's silent I'd rather kill myself than go.

"Please come," Rosalie pleaded. "It'll be fun. It always is, right, Edward?" she smiled cheerily while Edward sighed heavily. No, they're not! "Well, I'll see you. Hopefully. I best get going and explain before I get beaten up with some Louis Vuittons."

"Ah," it was Edward's turn to lean back in the sand, "Forks' social scene waits."

"You know," Rosalie commented, standing up and clearing her legs of sand. "If you weren't such a sarcastic douche all the time, maybe people might actually like you." She turned to a smirking Emmett. "Remember, If you don't come, I'm going to have to put up with him all night.

Edward leant back on his fists as Rosalie walked away. If Bella wasn't so popular and good looking, he thought, I might actually have a chance.

…

"Mom, I'm home!" Rosalie tossed her keys into the bowl on the side table next to her front door and took off her sand-filled jacket, hanging it up on the peg. She smirked to herself, wishing that she'd actually stayed longer with Emmett and Edward instead of going to catch Bella. They had spoken, briefly, and at the mention of a new Prada clutch that Rosalie had ordered, Bella had loosened up. After that, they left on a good note.

Lilly Hale made her way out of the kitchen, her face unclear because of the compact mirror she was holding in front of her face and the lipstick she was applying. When she took it down, she rudely, barely smiled at her daughter (although it might have just been the Botox that she had injected that day that made her face stiff).

"Good day?" Lilly asked, crossing past Rosalie and fixing her hair in the proper mirror next to the door. She managed another smile through the reflection but just looked like Cruella de Vil.

"Sure," Rosalie nodded. Why was Lilly being so friendly with her? She never normally bothered with her daughter's life other than to criticize or to borrow something.

"How was Royce?" Oh, so that was why.

Rosalie sighed, running her hands through her hair, obviously displeased at the fact her mother spent so much time worrying about Royce and less time on her happiness. "How do you know?"

"I had a very angry phone call from a very angry Mr King," Lilly attempted a raised eyebrow and waddled back to the kitchen (she'd tell you it was hard to walk in those skyscraper heels). Rosalie followed sheepishly. "And apparently a very pretty blonde girl had disrespected her rights and–"

"It's not the nineteen thirties, mom," Rosalie pointed out.

Lilly coughed mindlessly. "The point is … you left with the new country boy and Edward Cullen? Though I suppose Esme's son isn't the worse but …" She sighed. "Honey, do you really think now is the time to be acting this way towards Royce? Your father is doing very well for himself at the moment."

"Then why does he need Royce's parents?"

"That's the whole point," Lilly responded, taking out her anger on cutting the cucumber for that night's meal. That was unusual, too, as she'd never cooked a meal in her life. She usually left that to the house keeper or occasional chef that appeared every so often. "The reason your father is doing so well is because of Royce's parents. If you give up now, we'll plummet down and … let me put it this way; do you want to go to public school? Do you want to live in a shack?"

"Mom, don't overreact …"

"I'm not overreacting!" A piece of wandering cucumber flew from the chopping board and on top of Jasper's head. He appeared at the door of the kitchen, looking confused, of course, as his mother excused that and went to cutting a carrot. What she was planning to make, nobody had a clue.

Jasper picked the cucumber from the top of his hat and popped it into his mouth, sitting himself down next to Rosalie. "Who's died?" he asked, staring at the chopping board full of colourful vegetables.

"What?" Rosalie raised an eyebrow.

"Usually, when people we know die, mom goes into overload mom mood and starts acting like a desperate housewife. And then when her meltdown" – you can have it in good trust that Lilly Hale cooking is considered a meltdown – "is finished, she'll order Maria to clean up the mess."

Lilly slowly placed the knife down and breathed in through her nose. She spun around to face her children and smiled. "Next time, save the cowboy hat for the new boy." Then, she paced over to Jasper, took of his hat, forced it into the bin and strutted out of the kitchen like nothing had happened.

…

As soon as Lilly had left for her book club meeting, Rosalie glumly showered and changed into a pair of silk pyjamas and a throwover. She wasn't at all in the mood for seeing anybody, so she was overly annoyed when the doorbell rang. They had interrupted her self-mourning time – the time when she shut herself away in her bedroom, ate ice cream and watched Breakfast at Tiffany's.

She only had to open her bedroom door to see her house keeper, Maria, running up the stairs. She spoke in a heavy accent, "Miss, there's a very handsome man at the door for you. He says he needs to speak."

Rosalie smiled. Could it be Emmett? The whole idea of him knocking at her house was absurd but also oddly calming. It might be nice to talk to somebody and get out all her frustrations. She had learned that Emmett was a very good listener and also–

"Hey, babe."

She didn't get the chance to respond when wet lips were being pressed against hers. She lost her balance and fell against the wall, but the person just came with her, and forced his tongue into her mouth. Maria giggled to herself and hopped back down the stairs, going to clean up the rest of the mess that Lilly had made.

"Royce," Rosalie breathed, feeling a twinge of annoyance again. The thought of Emmett coming had made her feel okay again, but Royce and his stupid kiss just ruined it all. He grinned evilly down at her, looking like a serial killer, not a boyfriend.

"Babe," he followed her into her bedroom, assuming that it was okay to, and plopped himself down on her bed. "Have you thought about the party yet?"

"I'm not coming."

Royce ignored her and loosened the zip of his pants to get comfortable. Then, he propped up a pillow and leant against it, his tongue sticking out slightly. Rosalie was sitting by her desk, but she could still smell cigarettes and expensive cologne that stunk and clouded up her nose horribly.

"What are you wearing?"

"I'm not coming," she repeated.

Again, he ignored her. "I was thinking tight around," he gestured to his waist, "here," then his pants, "her," and then, with a grin, he gestured to his chest. "And here.

"I'm not coming!"

Rosalie felt like she was going to explode. She knew that she would have to go, but it would take a lot of convincing Emmett for him to come. And then there was the whole deal of Royce and Emmett being in the same place that was a huge problem.

She just didn't want to be around drunk, horny teenagers that just smelt sour and rich and treated the kids less than them as losers.

And, thinking of it, she didn't actually want to be around Bella.

"Look," Royce said quietly, rolling over on the bed and dangling his legs off the edge. He stared at Rosalie, full-on, scarily. "I decided to ignore today's public display of humiliation while you fondled God-knows-where with the new boy and let it slide even with my parents."

"They rang my mom."

"To warn her," he said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "You're messing with a guy who punched me twice."

"It's not like you didn't deserve it," Rosalie said, matter-of-factly. She didn't know where this whole attitude had come from, but she liked it.

Royce just smiled. "And now you're sticking up for him? Think about how he could hurt you, Rose. That's something I can't even think about without getting furious. And every time I see him, I know what he's capable of, and that doesn't exclude you. What if one day you have to be somewhere else and he doesn't like that?"

Rosalie bit her lip. She knew, from what she had seen already, that Emmett was somewhat of a fighter. That part was true. But could he really hurt her? She glanced up at Royce who was still smiling. He knew he was going to get his way.

"Now," he didn't wait for her answer and picked up the Breakfast at Tiffany's DVD case. "How about we watch it together? I know it's your favorite."

Rosalie hesitated, but eventually, she placed herself down next to Royce, defeated. As the iconic beginning scene began – one that she could mimic step by step and action by action if required – she laid her head on the back of her bed and slumped against the pillow.

She really hated having to live her life like a puppet.

…

The first step of Emmett's new, possibly temporary move in at the Cullen's house was shopping. Something that both Edward and Emmett hated, but being given money and time away from the house was something that made the shopping a lot better than they had expected.

They may still have been grounded (until further notice said Esme), but even Carlisle and Esme knew that the back-to-school party was something of a requirement in Forks. Until the previous day, Esme had believed that it was just Edward who was going to the party, but Edward couldn't wait to tell his parents about how Rosalie Hale had invited them both.

They didn't actually know what surprised them more: the fact Rosalie invited Emmett or the fact she invited Edward.

Emmett needed new clothes anyway. It wasn't just that he needed a new outfit for the party, but just for everyday life, too. He wasn't sure if Edward was the best shopping partner, but having no other alternative options, he was stuck with him.

"How about this?" Edward asked, holding up a hideous purple sweater that had pink stripes everywhere expect the middle. That part was covered in a picture with a dog.

"I would rather set myself on fire," Emmett said. Edward shrugged, placed the sweater back on the rack and walked away to continue searching for something. While he was out of Edward's sight, Emmett took a glance at the price tag.

153 dollars? he thought. For this piece of crap?

"You think that's expensive, take a look around the whole shop."

He jumped at the voice and dropped the sweater onto the shop's carpet. He bent down to pick it up at the same time that Rosalie did. She had a small smile on her face as they both slowly raised until they were looking into each other's eyes with a silence lingering in the air.

"How did you know I was here?" Emmett asked, feeling like an idiot afterwards. Rosalie's smile grew wider.

"I didn't," she informed him and held up a tight and strapless dark blue dress. "I'm getting something for the party."

"It's nice."

"You're not supposed to say that!" Rosalie giggled. "You're a boy."

"I would never wear that …"

Rosalie grinned. "Maybe not, but you're still a boy and you still have terrible opinions. Now I'm going to have to put the dress back."

"What I'm saying is," Emmett smirked, "it's not my color."

Rosalie couldn't help but burst out laughing, causing the shop's old assistant to glare in her direction. She placed a hand over her mouth and nodded. "Okay," she said, still laughing. "Whatever you say. So why are–"

Edward cut their conversation off unintentionally by coming up behind Emmett, holding another sweater, but this time a red and green one. It reminded him of Christmas – his favorite holiday – and he assumed Emmett would love it. Who wouldn't?

Rosalie wouldn't. The laughter that had died down inside her started again and the shop assistant gave her a warning look. She couldn't stop laughing at the sweater, making Edward, who had only just seen that Rosalie was there, frown.

"What's wrong with it? I thought …" he stopped himself when Bella, huffing and puffing, stepped up behind Rosalie. She frowned and cursed in a whisper to Rosalie who had to bite her finger to stop herself from laughing. It only angered Bella more.

"They don't even have my size!" she pouted. "This is not a laughing matter, Rose."

Normally, Edward would have found it incredibly stupid and vain that a girl would complain over things as little and silly as not having the right size. But since the girl in question was Bella Swan, he just blushed and looked at the floor, finding himself silently hoping that a sale's person would come and bring Bella her size and pronto.

"Can you help– Wait, what the hell are you doing with them?" Bella sneered in Edward's direction mainly. He wasn't bothered. The only thing that took all his attention was dropping the sweater and hiding it so Bella didn't see it. Rosalie was right. It was stupid.

"I was asking Emmett's opinion on the dress," Rosalie said. Bella eyed Emmett up and down before a smile came across her fox-like face. She almost blushed.

"I guess that's okay then," Bella said, brushing a few locks of her hair behind her shoulder and keeping the infamous boy-magnet smile on show. Then she turned to Rosalie and frowned. "But that dress is a no-no. That is so not your color" – Rosalie smiled at this, remembering Emmett's comment – "you should go for green. Now come on! You need to help me find a dress, too. It's not just you that's got to look pretty!"

Bella was dragging Rosalie away before she could say anything else. Rosalie was thankful that Bella was somewhat of a small person, thus not being very strong, otherwise it would've hurt. Emmett chuckled once while Edward glared at him, going unnoticed by Emmett, who also had realised that Bella had totally been eyeing him.

Edward may not have known much about how to impress a girl, but he definitely knew when a girl was impressed. Now it looked like he was going to have to work extra hard to woo Bella.

If only he could must up the courage.

…

"He's so hot," Bella gushed to a few of her friends who had gathered around her as soon as she walked through the door. She sipped her punch slowly and smiled at a few people who walked past her and called her name. She was still waiting for Emmett.

"So, is it like, official?" a girl named Vanessa asked. She had a sneaky smile on her face and held a glass of champagne that was almost empty. It didn't take any of them long for the alcohol to start flowing down their systems.

"Not yet," Bella said, getting more anxious of time. She had told her girls that Emmett was coming to the party for her (and not because Rosalie invited him). He had offered, she told them, to escort me!

So where the hell was he?

"This place is …"

"Huge? Crazy? Shiny? Weird? Huge? Crazy?"

"And the people are …"

"Ruthless? Mean? Disgusting? Glamorous? Gorgeous?"

Emmett nodded. "Pretty much," he said.

He was pretty lucky to have Edward with him. And although it wasn't the most popular choice admittedly, he needed somebody to show him around. And they were friends now. At least he thought so. After seeing Rosalie and Bella in the shop the previous day, Edward had been acting weird.

Speaking of Rosalie, he was looking forward to finding her. He remembered her telling him something – over text – about Royce not being able to make the party. Rosalie had initially thought that Royce was going to be there, but he had a volleyball tournament that day and … well, God knows why that stopped him from coming to the party that everybody was at. Rosalie didn't care why, though, she just cared that he wasn't going to bother her for at least one night.

"Hey, man," Emmett started, nudging Edward on the shoulder and smirking. He wanted to make him loosen up a little. Even he was okay about the whole thing, though the only reason he had come was for Rosalie. The party was actually pretty cool so far. "There's Bella."

Edward squinted in the direction that Emmett pointed. Bella, surely enough, was standing with a few giggling girls, holding a red, plastic cup. She was grinning, her loose curls falling down her back as she laughed. She was remarkably stunning. She was having the time of her life.

It didn't take long for Bella to spot Emmett, either, but it was soon after he had pointed her out to Edward. Edward, although being excited to see Bella, had lost all courage that he had built up to speak to Bella. She was too stunning, and he was a nobody. An ugly nobody.

"Girls!" Bella ordered, stomping her foot. "Take this," she gave one of the girls her punch, almost tipping it all over herself, and took Vanessa's glass of champagne from her unsuspecting hands. "And don't follow! He's mine. I called it."

She ignored whatever useless comments her friends were saying and started floating over to Emmett's place. She was graceful, beautiful, and wearing one of the most beautiful dresses ever created. She couldn't wait to show it off to Emmett.

Before she made it over to Emmett, somebody took a hold of her arm and spun her around. She frowned, preparing to glare at whoever it was, but the only person who stared back at her was Rosalie. She looked confused.

"Where have you been?" Rosalie asked. She was wearing the dress that Bella said not to, but that wasn't the most important thing in this moment. "I've been looking for you everywhere."

"Rose," she hissed, "now's not the time." Loosening Rosalie's grip on her arm, she took a ship of her champagne. "I'm about to go talk to somebody."

Rosalie was curious now. "Who?" she asked casually.

Bella waited for a long, hard moment before smiling wistfully. "Emmett," she told her best friend, whispering like it was a huge secret. "The new guy. You've heard of him, right?" With one last wink, she turned on her heel, took another gulp of her champagne and strutted over to Emmett.

Rosalie stared after her, her mouth open slightly agape. She knew that whenever Bella wanted something, she got it. And with the quick push up of her chest as she walked, it wasn't going to be hard. Rosalie didn't know how to feel, if she was honest.

In fact, she wasn't sure if she was going to like Bella's new boyfriend.

AN – ah I know I say this every chapter but … *sighs* I'm not sure if it's any good. Let me know! Plus, I'll be updating a lot, since I've got some storylines I'd like to try and I'm quite excited. :)