A/n: Alrighty. Here is my update!

Might be longer than other chapters. But it may not be. I won't feel like changing this author's note so if it isn't longer, what ever.

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BPOV:

We all climbed out of Alice's little Porsche which looked like the size of an ant compared to the elephant of a Jeep next to us.

The little firefighter sticker caught my eye and thought about how much I hate firefighters and how much I want to thank them. They didn't make it to my house as fast as they probably could have and they didn't save any of my loved ones from the flames. My mom and dad looked so bad they couldn't even be considered for a viewing. And the stupid firefighters couldn't even save my cat, Max. He was the best cat ever. But I loved them just the same because they recued me and they risk their lives to save complete strangers everyday. But I was torn between wanting to live and die at the moment. I hated living without having my parents, but I needed to be there for Alice and Rose because they were basically my sisters and would do anything for me.

A tear trickled its way down my cheek because I was so confused.

"Bella? Are you coming in?" I heard Alice ask, her voice sounding like tinkling bells.

"Yeah," I whispered and quickly followed after them, forgetting about firefighters the best I could at the moment.

When the automatic door slid open we walked inside to be greeted with a blast of air and then another set of automatic doors. That was the thing that always confused me about grocery stores. I just wanted to know why they had two sets of automatic doors. It was stupid and not necessary.

I followed Rose and Alice into the dairy section. The worst part of grocery shopping with them is they always find something to fight about. They always fought about which brand was better, right down to the last gram of trans fat. It could get annoying sometimes but most of the time it was amusing. They then would end up asking me to pick it, and I would always pick the best one.

But surprisingly enough they were barely fighting. They were actually kind of qu~

"Alice! This one has less calories!" Rosalie yelled holding up a pack of, what I thought to be, cheese.

"Wow, really Rose? Okay, mine has 91 calories and yours has 90. Its not that big of a difference." she stated with a roll of her violet eyes.

"Easy for you to say! You dance the calories off, as for me, I'm a model and I have to keep my figure."

"Oh my gosh Rosalie, you work out with me every night. Your figure will be fine." Alice said being the more sensible one.

"Well you work out and you dance your ass off every day, so I'm the one with the bigger problem here."

"Ugh!"

"Bella?" They turned to me and asked in unison.

I shrugged my shoulders. "Why don't you just get them both and then Rose can eat hers and Alice can eat her own too."

My voice was very quiet but they heard me and threw the cheeses into the basket we picked up in the front.

We continued around the store and they kept arguing and I was getting tired of it.

"JUST STOP IT! You guys are fighting over food, for Christ's sake!" I began yelling.

They turned and looked at me with wide eyes.

"It's food! You'll get over it! If you're having that much of a problem with shopping together than maybe you should just go by yourselves! It's pathetic! I wanted to come with you guy's because I thought it would be fun but I would rather eat a fucking cactus than hear you all fight about which food has less calories, or less carbs!"

When I finished tears of anger were threatening to spill but I held them back, I didn't want to keep crying. I had to save some tears.

When I was finished saying what I need to I took a couple deep breaths. Alice and Rosalie were still frozen in place. Rosalie was the first to speak.

"Bella…wow. We are stupid, and I'm sorry we're ruining this for you. I,uh, I apologize." She said still getting over the shock of my outburst.

"Me too, Bella. I'm really sorry. I promise we won't do it ever again. Or we'll try not to at least." Alice said with tear in her eye.

"Thank you. Now can we just have fun and shop?" I asked putting the best smile on my face that I could conjure up.

They both nodded their heads with a smile on their own faces too.

I started walking but I heard a whole bunch of loud laughter. There was a slight booming laughter, a sweet southern laugh, and then the most beautiful noise I have heard in a long time. All of the laughs mingles together to make the most carefree sound.

I turned around and saw a group of guys. One was big, really big. He had huge muscles and brown curly hair. He was the one with the booming laugh; the smile on his face gave him the cutest dimples. The next one had honey colored hair, he was in shape but not as muscular as the big one. The sweet southern laugh belonged to him. Then there was him. He was gorgeous. He had bronze colored hair that fell all over the place in the most amazing way. He had chiseled features-like a real live Adonis. He had a straight nose and a perfect smile. He had a perfect body, from what I could see from the outside of his shirt. He had a paler complexion than the other two boys but he was still amazing. They were all handsome in their own way. The only thing they had in common as far as looks went, was they were all wearing a uniforms…firefighter uniforms.

Then I noticed that the first two guys looked familiar, like I had seen them before. And that's when it hit me.

I was staring at the two guys that Rosalie and Alice had not shut up about since I was 17.

They would both talk nonstop about these two guys. They were Jasper Whitlock and Emmett Cullen. I had to admit they were both hott but the guy they were with outshined them effortlessly. Emmett was Rosalie's reason she wouldn't accept any guy's offer to go out with them. Which were a lot of offers, either through fan mail, by random guys or celebrities. And Jasper was Alice's reason for breathing. She one time went shopping and came back with a bunch of clothes for her of course, and a bunch of clothes for him. She asked us if she we thought he would like them. Her reason behind buying the clothes is they are for when he visits. Alice was just weird like that.

I was about to turn around to tell them when I heard the loudest high-pitched scream I have ever heard in my entire life. It's scared me so bad that I almost screamed myself, but I kept my face calm and remained silent. I knew it was Alice and I knew she had seen Jasper. Then I heard the words 'Oh my god' being repeated over and over again and I knew that it was Rosalie.

All three of the guys had looked up and had the most confused expressions on their face and Emmett had a bottle of mustard over his left ear and a bottle of ketchup over the right. It was really funny.

Then all of the sudden a strange look started to play on his face and both of the bottles dropped from his hands. The strange look was on Jaspers face too. And the other gorgeous guy just looked like the happiest guy in the world.

I turned around to looked over my right shoulder at Alice and Rosalie and they were smiling from ear to ear and holding each others hands like it was the end of the world since they had finally seen them. I smiled because I really did know how happy they were. I was glad they actually might get a chance to meet them.

I turned back around to look at the guys and saw that the beautiful one had a frown on his face and looked like he had gone from the happiest guy in the world to the saddest. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. What was his problem?

EPOV:

"Emmett, what do we really need here anyways? We just came here a week ago." Jasper asked him in the most annoyed tone in the world.

"Yeah, well, I just like food. And I thought we could use more. I'm kind of getting sick of eating spaghetti every night." He said as he grabbed four bottles of whipped cream off of the shelf and threw them in the basket.

"Um, what are those for?" I asked him as I pushed the cart forward. It was getting heavy because Emmett was practically throwing everything he saw into the basket.

"Well, two are for me to eat and the other two…you don't want to know." he said with a mischievous grin on his face and me and Jasper both knew what that meant.

"Eww, man that's just wrong." I said with a shake of my head. Jasper looked just as disgusted.

"What is?" Emmett asked with his usual dumb look on his face.

Jasper looked at me and then I looked back up at Emmett.

"You use whip cream to fuck yourself with." I said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Emmett's face looked like a mix of embarrassment and disgust. Then he looked at us like we were stupid pervs.

"Um…no. Not at all. I use it to massage my feet with after I get out of the shower…"He said like that was the most obvious thing in the world.

Wow. I wasn't expecting that. I started to laugh at the thought and Jasper joined in. But Emmett just shook his head and continued to pile stuff in the cart.

Jasper threw a couple packs of hot dogs in the basket and Emmett looked really concerned.

"Jasper!" He yelled at him.

Jasper looked up at him confused. "What?"

"How the heck are you gonna buy these if we don't have any ketchup or mustard at the station?" He said in a voice that was too stern and fatherly like for the current situation.

"Well Emmett, if you haven't noticed we are at the grocery store, and this is the magical store that sells ketchup and mustard." I explained to him like I was talking to a five year old, which he basically was.

"Oh…well we better hurry up before they run out!" He exclaimed and started walking as fast as he could, searching for ketchup and mustard.

Jasper and I laughed quietly to ourselves. He could be such a dumbass, but when you give him an assignment on a fire, he would get the job done as quickly and efficiently as possible. He was truly dedicated to his job just like me, and just like Jasper.

We were all cousins. Dr. Carlisle Cullen was Emmett's dad and mine and Jasper's uncle. Jaspers Mom died when he was only about five and his dad disappeared off the face of the earth when he was born. My mother Elizabeth died from breast cancer, she was a fighter though. She gave full guardianship rights to Carlisle and had all the legal shit figured out before she passed. My dad was and I believe still is-if he isn't already dead- a drug addict. He wasn't suitable to take in a 10 year old kid so I went to live with Carlisle and his wife Esme too. So Emmett, Jasper and I grew up like brothers. I loved them both.

When we finally caught up to Emmett he had two bottles in his hand. One was a bottle of ketchup and the other one was a bottle of mustard. He was smiling at both of them like it was a big accomplishment that he had found them.

"Good job Emmett! You found them!" I praised him like a dog.

He just looked up at me and smiled a proud smile. Then he looked back at the bottles in his hands. He looked like he was in deep thought. Then he finally looked up at us again.

"Do you know what the difference is between ketchup and mustard?" he asked us very seriously.

Me and Jasper were both confused and we just shook our heads no.

"Mustard is yellow and ketchup is red." he stated again in his very serious tone.

"Wow. Thanks for pointing that out Emmett, I don't think I would have ever noticed if you hadn't." Jasper said and I couldn't contain my laughter anymore.

"And you guys call me stupid?" Emmett asked us incredulously.

Jasper cracked and busted out laughing along with me and Emmett couldn't help it either. He laughed that booming laugh and we just stood there laughing together because we just couldn't stop.

Then out of nowhere I heard a loud screech that I guessed was supposed to be a scream and we all looked up, Emmett put the bottles over his ears to block it out.

When I looked up I saw three girls.

I recognized them immediately. They were Jasper and Emmett's girls. The model and the ballerina. They were the ones who screamed.

I heard the two bottles drop to the ground and I knew Emmett just realized it too.

There was another girl there too. She had a black hoodie on and her face was pale but slightly read and there were bruises under her eyes which made me assume she hadn't slept in weeks. She had mahogany brown colored hair and brown eyes.

Then I recognized her.

It was Isabella Swan. The girl I had rescued from the fire. My angel. I mean, the angel

She suddenly turned and looked over her right shoulder. That's when I saw it and that's what made my smile disappear into a frown.

There was a burn scar up from her ear down he neck. That scar was because I couldn't move her in time to get out of the way of the flame. That scar was my fault.

She turned again and when she looked back over at me the small smile that played about her lips, faltered and fell.

I had to talk to her. So I started forward.

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