These characters belong to Stephenie Meyer, not me. Just making that clear.

Rosalie

"Muscling In for $800, Alex"
"It certainly makes sense that this muscle's name is from the Latin for "largest rump""
"What is gluteus maximus?"

In the midst of all this craziness, I had totally forgotten to call my Mom. Today was the day I was supposed to help her clean. I dialed her cell number, and when I told her the story, she was nothing short of dramatic. She wanted me to stop by, so I did on my way back to the house. I walked into the space that would soon become Forks & Knives, and I kind of shuddered. It was pretty dirty. I knew it would take a while to get it Health Inspector clean, and an eternity to make it Rosalie clean. But, the important thing was that it made my mother happy. I just wish clean things made her happy too.

"Rosalie?" my mom asked, while she was banging around in the cabinets.
"Yes, mom?"
"I was wondering, can you make desserts? I mean, I know you made that oreo-cake thingy for Thanksgiving a few years back..." she rambled.
"Uh, mom. That was Oreos and whipped cream, a monkey could've made that." I said.

"Well, maybe. But, anyways. I was just wondering if you would like to bake some things and bring them up here every once in a while. It would save my ass because I wouldn't have to hire a full-time baker. I'll pay you." It didn't take long for me to agree to that.

On my way back to the new house, I passed a baseball field. Now, I didn't know much about baseball, only small factoids I learned here and there (did you know that home plate is 17 inches wide, and a regulation baseball always has 108 stitches?), but I never knew how great those pants could make a butt look until that afternoon. Emmett was standing out by first base, and was wearing pants. Those tight, lovely baseball pants.

Now I had another reason to like him, and great. So did Alice.

Emmett

"Do Us a Flavor for $400."
"The 3 main types of beans that yield this flavoring are Tahitian, Mexican & bourbon-Madagascar."
"What is vanilla?"

The next two days went by fast. Today was the day we played Sequim, one of our rivals. I started off my morning with my usual game-day breakfast : a bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios followed by a bowl of Lucky Charms (I am a superstitious, growing boy. Don't be surprised at the amount of food I eat.). About halfway through my breakfast, Carlisle asked me if I would take one of the dogs back to an owner. I agreed, and he told me the info would be on the counter. I put on my baseball uniform, since I would have to head to our pregame right after I dropped off the dog.

I took my Wrangler to the office, went to the desk, and opened up the folder. It was for Jake, the dog that was shot a few days ago. Yes! I would get to see Rosalie again, and see her house. According to her paperwork, it was located at 217 Calawah Way. That was a little bit out of town, but not too bad. I loaded Jake up into the kennel in the back of my Wrangler and headed that way.

I put him on a leash, and knocked on the door of the log house. I was playing with him when someone answered the door. She was an amazing looking girl with short brown hair & green eyes. She looked very sassy, I think it had something to do with her short stature.

"Um, hello. I'm Alice." She said, looking me up and down. "Do you need something?"

"I'm Emmett, and is Rosalie here? Jake is ready to come home." I said, lifting up the leash a little.

"Oh, yeah. She's in the kitchen. Come on in."

I obeyed her, and led the dog inside. I noticed Jeopardy! was on, so I played along and answered the ones I knew.

The questions came up on the TV, "Sting like a "Be" for 400." the contestant said. "Your garden variety this veggie is often eaten pickled; the sugar type, not."

"Beet." I answered before the contestant.

"Um, you're supposed to say, "What is a beet?"," I heard a feminine voice say, behind me. I also smelled an almost overwhelming amount of vanilla. "Nice suit, by the way."

"Oh, yeah, we have a game today. Uh, here's your dog." I said, handing him over to Rosalie.

She half-smiled. "Thanks. Any advice?"

"Yeah, just keep the cone on him for a week so he doesn't lick his wound," I said, pulling a tube of ointment out of my pocket, "And apply this to the affected area 3 times a day until it's gone."

"Okay, thanks. Nice pants, by the way." she said, admiring my baseball outfit.

"Yeah, they're pretty snug." I laughed, trying to stretch them out. "We play Sequim today, it's here."

"Hm. I think I know where the field is, maybe I'll come watch." She said, shrugging.

Oh Lord, please no. I don't need the distractions. "Sure... that'd be great. If not, I'll see you at school." I said, trying to be as casual as possible.

"Yeah, see you around." She waved, and I walked out to my Wrangler.

I drove off, shaking my head. That Rose... she sure was a different kind of girl.