4. That Night

BPOV

What? Why are we going to the McCarty Mansion? Or more importantly, why are we going to see Mr. Cullen again?

These thoughts swirled in my head like a vicious snow storm. It was all so confusing. Why can't it just be simple; because Mr. Cullen is an annoying twit, let's not see him again. Simple, right?

Then Mother explained a bit more, "When Rose and I were thanking our guests for this wonderful dance, Mr. McCarty invited dear Rosalie over this weekend but I said rose could not go alone. Mr. McCarty and Rose looked quite sad over my decision." Mother said this with a twinkle in her eye. Rosalie blushed and suddenly found the floor quite interesting. I smothered a giggle.

"Anyway," Mother continued. "I then said that Bella would be more than happy to go with her sister. But only Bella. You, Jesse and Angela, will not be going." She finished firmly.

Jesse exclaimed loudly at that. "But Mama-"

It was the first time I heard Mother interrupt anyone. "No buts. I do not want to lose all my daughters for a weekend. Someone needs to keep me company and your father does not count. Anyway, this is a chance for Mr. McCarty to notice Rosalie's rather spectacular looks. And Mr. Cullen to notice Bella's."

"Mother!" Both Rose and I shouted in unison. Rose looked embarrassed but I just felt anger. How dare Mother try and match me with the likes of Mr. Cullen. I mean, sure, he was handsome, but what about my choices? What about me?

Then I thought about Rose, and how happy it would make her to be happily married. And if I didn't go, then she couldn't go, and that would really spoil her chances.

"Fine." I grumbled my answer to Mother. She just smiled and looked pleased.

The rest of the carriage ride was spent in silence.

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When the carriage stopped, we rushed up stairs to get out of our dresses. We did not want to spoil them. It was too late for Jesse, I might add, who already had a large tear up her hem.

Our dresses were neatly hanging in our cupboard when we were finished, in order of our ages. Our other dresses were organised in colours and fabrics. Calico, cotton and so on were at the front. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple was the colour order in which our dresses hung. Let's just say Mother was very organised.

Rose still had that dreamy look in her face, the look which had occupied her face the entire ride home. Her beautiful blue eyes were captured in a thoughtful expression but her delicate eyebrows were pulled together, confused, making a gorgeous V shape. Her perfect, full bottom lip was being devoured by her top teeth. I nudged her and she immediately blushed and looked down. "Let us be getting ready for bed." She murmured.

We unpinned our hair and it fell down to our knees. We all had remarkably long hair and it took forever to pin neatly. Jesse often begged Mother to have it cut in the latest style cut. Too bad Mother liked to the old-fashioned ways.

We changed into our night gowns and pushed our locks under our night caps. Our caps were just simple, white calico with white string, matching our night gowns. The latest fashion, as Jesse put it, was to have fancy red night caps. Once again, Mother would not allow it.

Once we were ready to go to bed, we pushed past each other for access to the stairs. As always, Jesse was the first of us there. She had the most annoying high-pitched scream and would scream until she got what she wanted.

We all kissed Father on the cheek good night the turned to Mother. She had changed out of her dress and was cooking for the next day at the fire place. Yeasty smells were filling the kitchen. Her bread would be ready by tomorrow.

Rosalie hurried over to Mother, hugged her from behind then turned for the stairs. I was next. It was a weird tradition, but Mother insisted on it, that the eldest would always say good night first. Father didn't really care what order we said good night, as long as we did it, but Mother always enforced that rule.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and pecked her on the cheek. I trudged up the stairs, sleep taking over my eyelids. Apparently, it was having the same affect on Rose, who was lying across her bed, eyes already closed. But I was proved wrong when her eyes snapped open, vibrant energy hidden behind her beautiful irises.

"Aren't you looking forward to this weekend, Bella? I am, I am certain. I can't wait to see Emmett again." I rolled my eyes. Of course she wanted to see Emmett. It was so utterly obvious. Then she continued, "What about Mr. Cullen, Bella? Surely he would be of your worthy." She giggled at her remark.

I stared at her in rage. Confusion littered her pretty features. "What, I mean, if he is Emmett's friend, then he surely could not be as bad as you make him out to be."

No I was truly angry. "Rose, that man is a vile, disgusting, pig who-"

Just then Jesse barged through the door, followed by Angela. "Who? If it is that totally disgusting man who kept on trying to court me, then I definitely agree with you."

I internally groaned. Jesse would never understand. Nether the less, she needed to know. I whispered out a few words, "Edward Cullen."

Jesse exploded into a tantrum. "But Bella, he is so bea-u-ti-ful! How can you turn down an offer like him?!"

Then I let out all the anger I had. "You know, Jesse, it might do you some good to look past his 'pretty face' every once in a while!" I snapped at Jesse. I turned into my bed room that I shared with Rose, leaving a dumbstruck Jesse behind.

I flopped on my bed, probably creasing my nightgown but really, I couldn't care less. I was just so mad a Jesse for even suggesting that I should pair with him. True, I perhaps shouldn't have snapped like that, but I couldn't even think straight.

After a couple of minutes I heard soft footsteps on the wooden floor. Rosalie or Angela. Jesse footsteps were too loud so it could not be her. I thank the Gods.

Rosalie pushed open the door a second later. Her face was full of pity but she still had that amazed look slightly in her facial features. She quietly closed the door and treaded across the room to her bed, next to mine. She sighed and flopped onto her bed, in a similar fashion to mine.

We stayed like this, silent, for so long that I lost count of the minutes. I sort of noticed when the clock striked 12:00. It was sort of ironic, having the clock strike midnight.

I sighed and thought it was about time I spoke to Rose. After all, it was Jesse's fault, not hers. I pulled the bed sheets up to the shoulders and curled into a ball. It was freezing at midnight.

I heard Rose shifting almost silently, preparing for a good night's sleep. But I was not having our fight on my conscience in my sleep.

"Rose, I forgive you. I'm not talking to you because I am angry but I am not talking to you because I was thinking." True, that wasn't the real answer, but it really wasn't her fault.

She picked herself up from the covers, sat up and grinned, "Oh, I know that you weren't angry. I was just thinking about Emmett." I rolled my eyes. Of course she would think about Emmett. He was the only thing that she had been thinking the past hour.

She chewed on her bottom lip before asking. "Do you think I could sit in your bed for a while?"

I was surprised, to say the least. Rosalie, the perfect, beautiful goddess (and older sister), wanted to share a bed with her younger, less sophisticated sibling? Wow.

I shrugged then nodded. She smiled and leapt off her bed and into mine, with speed that showed she was still truly awake. I moved over to give a little more room on the bed and she took up the opportunity. I was pushed to the edge of the bed but I gave up the argument. Even though it was my bed, she still got first priorities.

We sat together like to sisters in a comfortable silence. We had always liked the silence, the opposite of Jesse. She devoured the noise.

Then Rose turned to me with a worried expression deep in her eyes. "Do you think Emmie likes me?"

I turned towards her, semi-disgusted. So she had already made up a new nickname for her lover? I can live with that. The name, however is an entirely different matter. Emmie? How could she make up a name like that?

She noticed my disgust and hurriedly explained. "Sorry, I mean Emmett. Emmet, Emmett, Emmett. Sorry." I sighed then answered her question. "What do you mean, 'Do you think Emmett likes me'? Of course he likes you. What is there not to like?"

She smiled but still looked uncertain. "Well, I don't know. Maybe he-"

I cut her off. "No Rose, you are perfect. Do you like him?"

"Ye-"

"Then he is perfect for you. Have fun this weekend."

Then Rose smiled her mischievous grin. "What about you and Mr. Cullen, Bella? What about you and him?"

I almost out right growled at her. She noticed my sudden surge of anger and quickly back tracked. "Oh, right. Nothing is happening."

I smiled pleasantly at her. "That's right. Nothing is happening, ever has or ever will for that matter."

She sighed but did not press the topic. I smiled she really was a great sister. The she spoke. "Okay, one more thing then I'll let you go to sleep. If you ever catch me or Emmett doing something…bad…you must never tell Mother, okay?"

I burst into a fit of giggles. I already had vivid images of what Rose and Emmett would be doing while they were doing…something. It really was funny.

Rosalie joined me in my fit of giggles. It was quite a while before Rose and I both calmed down enough to talk.

My sister clambered out of my bed, sleep finally taking its toll on her. She stretched then made her way to her own bed. She mumbled a barely hearable 'good night' then went to sleep. It took me only a couple of seconds to follow suit.

What an interesting night then I completely fell out of consciousness.

AN: hey guys, im really, really, really sorry that I haven't updated in so long but I have been doing school work. I know I suck but I really cant help that. Sorry.

So do you like that? I know I cant write in 1800 time style but I do try my best. I write these chapter during lunch breaks so I am distracted but I try. Seriously.

Btw, is the best reviewer ever! So there. Please review. It realy does make me want to write faster.

Oh and Bella is just asleep. I just thought it was a good end to the chappie.

Toodles,

TheTwilightTwin.