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Emmett's POV

I couldn't believe she was here, Why was she here?

"Hi?" she said, it sounded like a questions and it may be because I haven't told her my name.

"Sorry hi am Emmett I was talking to your sister at the funeral this morning, Alice was it?"

"Yeah it's Alice, am so sorry about Charlie, he was a very good man"

"Thanks I didn't really know him that well, we didn't really get along" or so I thought.

"Charlie loved you so much Emmett, and he missed you more than you know"

We just stared at each other not really knowing what to do or say. Did she know my father well? I wanted to sit and talk to her for hours and I don't know why because I have only just met her I don't even know who she really is.

"Would you like to sit with me?"

"Sure" I went and sat in the chair next to her, I noticed the book in her lap and found that it to be one of my favourite books.

"You like Alice in wonderland?" she looked down and giggled looking up embarrassed. I could listen to her giggle all day.

"Yeah I must be the only non-ten year old to like this book"

"Alice in wonderland is one of my favourite books, so you not the only one I promise, however I must be the only non-ten year old male to love that book, it's pretty pathetic" I said smiling.

"What's pathetic?" she asked confused.

"Me, am 17 nearly 18 and I love to read a young girls fantasy book" then it was my turn to be embarrassed, I could feel my cheek's going red so I looked down and played with my fingers. I saw a flash of white and then a cold feeling on my hands, I looked up and Bella was holding my hand comforting me. Her hand where freezing, was it cold in the shop? Wait wasn't Alice's hand cold as well, what was wrong with this family may be its genetic.

"That's not pathetic Emmett, I think it's very refreshing to know that am not alone in the liking of inappropriate book's club"

"The liking of inappropriate books club? Did you just make that up?" I asked smirking.

"No?" She giggled. Her hand was still on mine and now she was stroking my knuckles with her thumb absentmindedly.

"Are you cold?" I asked her looking down at her hands while placing my other hand on top of hers. I didn't know if I was doing this to try to give her heat from my hands or to try and trap her hands so that she wouldn't let go.

"Erm no" so said quickly and pulled her hand away. I missed the feeling of her being close.

"I have poor circulation" she wouldn't meet my gaze and I could tell she felt uncomfortable with my questioning.

"Does Alice have that too" I asked, her head shoot up and she stared at m like I have 3 head as if to say why would you ask such a thing?

"What? Erm no I think she was just cold from the rain" her eyes had gone a hard dark colour instead of the soft gold colour that I was used to.

"Oh I thought it ran in the family" I said trying to get more information out of her.

"Me and Alice aren't blood related, we are all adopted"

"All?" who in the world was all how many siblings did she have.

"Yeah me and my brother's and sister's where all adopted by Carlisle and Esme" A small smile appeared on her face at the mention of her family and I don't even think she realised it was happening. She loved them and for some reason I was jealous of them. Wow where did that come from I don't even know her.

She closed her book and stood up "I really have to go, they will be wondering where I am" she walked to the stand and placed the book back on to the shelf all the while looking at me so I knew she had put it on the wrong shelf but I didn't mention it I just stared back. Anna's cough from behind the counter broke her out of... well whatever it was that was going on and she got her coat on and her bag and ran out the store and down the street.

Sighing I looked at the closing door and waited to see if she would come back, I don't even know why I wanted her to, I don't know her. I walked over to where she had placed the book and found that she has slide it in the exact right spot, not just in the right shelf, or by the letter A but right in between Alas, Babylon and Alistair Crowley's autobiography, she didn't even look, how many times had she read this book, or been in this shop.

"So many questions and not enough time" I whispered in a British accent chuckling to myself, sometime I crack myself up. As I was about to walk out I looked on the table and found that she had left her scarf, I picked it up and ran to the door hoping to catch up to her even though I knew she was long gone and surprise surprise, when I got outside she was nowhere to be seen. I looked down at the scarf and smelt it, I know kind of a creeping thing to do but it was soft so took a whiff, it smelt like flowers and freshly cut grass.

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