Emmett
After a few last minute wrong turns I finally made it to the house. Everyone was already here, slowly unpacking. I stood up to get a good look at the house, one foot still on the pedal and the other leg folded back on the seat, my knee holding the steering wheel steady. "The place looks great!" Apparently Carlisle, Esme, and Edward had lived here years ago, but I had never been to this place. Just another thing I loved about being a vampire; getting to move around and live in different places.
I sat down and parked behind Rosalie's car. I jumped out and landed beside her car ready to help her, but her car was empty. It was then I realized she was probably already setting up our room. No doubt she got here first and already picked out the best room. I grinned just thinking about breaking that room in as I grabbed the boxes out of the Jeep and trudged through the snow to the house.
Once inside I took my time going upstairs. I could hear Rosalie in the room at the end of the hall, but I still took the chance to look into each room. Alice and Jasper were carefully setting up their room. Jasper barely acknowledged me as he organized his books. Alice, however, seemed to be in a different universe, flitting from suitcase to closet, carefully placing each outfit in what was apparently the perfect spot. I set the boxes down and watched for a few minutes, amused by her precise nature and fairy-like movements. Jasper finally looked up again, glancing from me to Alice. He grinned and shook his head "You know Rosalie's doing the same."
I nodded, chuckling. Picking up the boxes I made my way to my new room. I dropped the boxes in the corner, flinching when I heard something crack. Quickly I turned to look at Rosalie. I stopped when I saw her human memories organized on the dresser put me a little at ease – whatever broke wasn't something that important… but it was still most likely something pretty and something she didn't want broken.
Before I could form another thought, I heard Rosalie frantically opening the boxes. She pulled out the picture of our second (or third…) wedding; the glass and frame were broken. I relaxed, but Rosalie didn't. She squealed then yelled "Emmett, you need to be more careful!" I took a step back; she sounded like she wanted to rip my head off.
"The—the picture's fine…" I knew that frame wasn't special and the picture was fine. We broke picture frames all the time; knocking them off the nightstand as we fucked. This fact didn't seem to matter.
She set the picture down and came at me, fuming. "You leave me to pack and then don't even have the decency to take care of our things!"
I took another step back, hitting the door. Suddenly I understood. "Edward wouldn't let you stay with them and Nessie." My blunt statement made her freeze for about 5 seconds.
She squealed again, but I could tell she wasn't pissed at me, so I just stood and watched. She paced as she spoke, "I can't believe them! Why wouldn't they want me there? Before we left Nessie asked if I could stay with her, but they don't want to believe that she would actually want to spend time with me. I bet Bella made Edward tell me to keep going!" She froze again, then turned towards me, eyes wide. "I bet they let that dog visit her! That's why they didn't want me there; they knew I wouldn't like it. Of course I wouldn't like it, he's dangerous! He shouldn't be near her."
She paused to take a breath and I grabbed her, pulling her into a hug. I didn't know what to do, so I just stood there, holding her tight. It seemed to work, so after a minute I let her go.
Without a word she kneeled back down in front of the box and looked at the picture. Finally she looked back at me, a small smile spread across her face. "You know I'd never give you anything that couldn't survive a six foot drop." She glanced down at the picture, then back to me. "I didn't like that frame anyway."
I chuckled and leaned down, kissing the top of her head. "Alice was almost halfway done with her closet; if you stall any longer she'll be in here helping you." I stood back up, grinning. Rosalie and Alice got along very well – they were like long lost sisters… but they have very different views when it comes to organizing a closet.
