"Are you going to eat?" Angela stabbed a plastic fork in his direction. Emmett yawned, flipping the channels.

"No." He shrugged, pulling a large bag from behind the ottoman out. She gaped, holding a hand in front of her mouth to keep fried rice from spilling out. What was that? He yanked out an Xbox 360, and dumped the bag upside down. Mount Video Game exploded out of the Best Buy bag, with scattered wireless remotes rolling down the hill.

His hands flew across the television, plugging 'this' into 'that'. Angela watched silently, shoving a spoonful of egg drop soup in her mouth and nearly choking on the burning sensation. She swallowed it with a wince as he tossed a controller at her. Her spoon flew up in the air and she let out a meek 'Ow' before huffing.

"I got you an Xbox 360." Emmett said happily, shoving a CD into the game system and pressing a small button on the controller. Eerie music blasted from the speakers and she tilted her head slightly. What was 'Halo 3'? More importantly, would she be able to play it? Especially against… her heart soap opera-esque swooned… Emmett.

Her mouth went dry as she remembered what he'd said. He'd got her one? For her OWN?

"W-wait, you bought me one? Oh… Emmett… please, take it back." She moaned, massaging her temples and feeling the burn of her painful skull. He threw his head back and laughed. Angela wished she could have made it her ringtone.

"No, I just have a spare." He said, not letting her think it over. Who has a spare gaming system? She blinked slightly, listening to him drone on about the controls for the game. To her, it was quite… boring. He was never boring, was he?

The game started with the brutal message of 'Killing Spree'.

"Uh." She muttered, not exactly sure what to do. Her person was moving, yes, with a glowing sword in his hand. Another character shifted in front of her, blue armor virtually shimmering in the sun. She reviewed Emmett's directions, pressing the 'R' button as her sword was shoved into the back of the character.

"Killing Spree Ended." The frightening voice ordered. Angela could imagine the voice with a wry, wicked smile. Emmett dropped his controller.

"WHAT THE HELL!" He wailed, running a hand feverishly through his hair. He was panicking and so was Angela. She shouldn't have been playing this game. It was much too violent and addicting. The Cullen boy turned around to face her, his smile much like how she'd imagined the voice.

"That was pretty epic Angela. Might I warn you…" He murmured innocently, staring at her with his bright gold eyes. "I get a little obsessive about this game."

She was having the time of her life… eyes glued on the screen, hands only flying off the controller for a swig of Coca-Cola. Emmett's eyebrows were pulled into a frustration, due to the fact he'd expected her to suck at this- or at least take a very slow time to catch onto it.

"Kill-effing-tacular!" He cheered and Angela let out a high-pitched whine. This is the most she's let loose. Much more then the time that Bella had invited her to Port Angeles one day and she'd actually wanted to go see the horror movie her friend insisted on seeing.

She let out a pissed off noise, tossing her controller to the side as the screen happily announced Emmett's win. He let out a cheer and a sigh of relief. He'd almost been beaten there, and he almost had the urge to beat her up. It was a ritual. If Edward or Jasper beat him, there was sure to be a fight.

Of course, he wasn't going to pick a fight with somebody so… doll-like. Emmett guessed that was a good way of describing her. If she'd stop moving, he'd put her in a glass case to gaze at forever. He shook his head, letting out a snort. What the heck kind of twisted mind did he have? He wasn't going to lock her in a box. He'd just look at her while he could.

Even that seemed a little warped. Why would he want to look at her? She was pretty, yes. Well, very pretty. In that enchanting, non-vampire way that made him marvel that people could harness such beauty without being like him.

Her blood was almost as delightful. Not exactly his singer, but still very good. It smelled like fruit- quite exotic, to say the least. It was mixed with the calming scent of vanilla and the energetic tingling sensation of lemongrass. It smelled like Angela. Her house smelled like Angela, mixed with a smell that left a somewhat sour but tangy scent in his nose.

Her parents, obviously. She was staring at him curiously. He'd been staring at her for a long time too. He was mortified but delighted. So, she found him interesting? From the way she was blushing, she was embarrassed- or perhaps enlightened that he'd taken interest to her?

Too many questions and one anxious Rosalie, he guessed. Standing up, he bid his goodbyes to an upset Angela. She didn't push her luck, just saying a soft good-bye and a small smile that was almost there, he just had to catch it. It was lovely. She shut the door.

Angela collapsed onto her couch, winded and watching the flickers of light dance on her window. How could video games be so tiring? Or maybe it was the fact that Emmett Cullen had actually shown interest in her. The blush flew up to her cheeks. Okay, that had to be it.

The rest of the day crawled along. She needed to do something or else she would die from boredom. Rising from the couch, Angela checked her watch. Only an hour had passed, much to her dismay. Feeling her still lingering smile fade away, it was quick deciding time.

Figuring that there was enough time to visit the city for the night (not that her parents would notice), she grabbed her velvet coat and reached for the purse. Maybe what she needed was a night out or perhaps a night in with…

Her knuckles turned a ghastly white around the handle of the car as she yanked it open. Stop it, stop it, stop it. The phrase rang through her mind as she drove stiffly to Seattle. Despite the newspapers droning about mysterious deaths, the smile appeared again. Maybe she needed some danger in her life. Not like anybody would notice except for her.

This was getting stupid. Very stupid. She parked the car, and stuck a boot covered leg out of the car.

This was going to be a night she well deserved.

Alas! This chapter is so short... I'm sorry but I had so much homework and just, well, stuff to do these last few weeks!

I don't own anything except my own literature pieces! (Sorry Halo 3 and Twilight- I don't own you. BUT I OWN AT THAT GAME! -explodes-)

Now, now, I know what you're all thinking...

"Alas! Joey, you're a plot stealer! This is going to work out like in the Twilight books where Edward saves Bella from the creepers of the night! I am done with this!"

WELL I AM NOT. KAY THANKS. Something's going to happen, either it be good or bad. But it won't be like the ever-so cute/stalkerish journeys of Bella and Port Angeles.

I'm hyper. I apologize. And I just sneezed. Ew. Goodbye, I need a Kleenex.

(THE BRAND OF KLEENEX DOES NOT BELONG TO ME!)

-Jooooeeeeeeeyyyyyy