"Shit." I mumbled under my breath.

"STOP TOUCHING MY SISTER NOW AND GET OFF HER BED!!!!" Edward yelled again while Emmett hurriedly jumped off the bed.

Edward was moving towards Emmett now. He looked angry before but now he looked plain evil; his eyes were slits, his face was red and his eyebrows were furrowed.

"Hey Edward, hold up I didn't do anything I swear. Scouts honour." Emmett laughed uneasily, lifting his hands in a show of honesty.

"He's telling the tru…"

"What is going on here? Why were you all yelling?" Thank God Dad had interrupted because I think Emmett was about to get hit.

"This fuckwit," Edward tilted his head in the direction of where Emmett was standing, "was in the same bed as Rose with his arm round her."

"Edward Cullen never use that language again and especially not to address a guest. Now please take a step outside and cool down. I'll sort this out."

"Fine." As Edward walked out the door I saw that both Tate and Ben were standing outside trying to find out what was going on. Dad must have seen them too because he closed the door before continuing.

"So please enlighten me to… That's when I burrowed my head into my pillow. I didn't want to be there, in amongst what ever was going on. I felt really bad; Edward will hate Emmett from now on even though nothing happened. I could still hear the murmurs of the conversation going on so I pulled the pillow closer to my head. The voices were almost completely gone now an I started to think about yesterday morning. That was before the Hales arrived, I was out the back with Edward a rare occasion; usually Tate or Dad would be there but it was just me and him for a change and I really enjoyed it. We talked for hours forgetting the scorching sun on our backs, the perfect sets rolling under us: we were engrossed in our conversation.

Edward and I had been close; we came from the same orphanage and he had always been my only real friend even though he is two years older. We never really fitted in with the other kids at the orphanage so we stuck together. Even way back then he was protective of me and if someone was just to look at me in the wrong way Edward would be there to stop anything that might have happened (nothing ever did and I doubt it would have but it was nice to now he was there for me).

That's when the pillow was ripped from my face. I then saw Dad hovering over me and Emmett near his side.

"NEVER DO THAT AGAIN!!" Dad yelled. I was shocked Dad never yells he's the most well tempered man ever, I remember when Tate broke his antique bookshelf, it was over three hundred years old and he didn't even yell then.

"Sorry." I stuttered still taken by his earlier outrage.

"I'm sorry for yelling," he obviously seeing my stunned face. "But never do that again, why were you suffocating yourself in the first place?"

"Suffocating? I wasn't. I, I was just want to listen I could breath. I would never suffocate myself." Dad didn't look like he believed me.

Just then Edward and Mum came rushing in obviously alerted by Dad's unaccustomed outburst. Edward ordered Emmett outside and he closed the door once again.

"What happened?" Edward and Mum questioned at the same time

"Nothing, I swear. Now let me out. We have guests you know. Come on lets all go for a surf or something." With that I grab my swimmers and ran to the bathroom where I changed before grabbing my board and getting Emmett.

I found Emmett sitting outside on the side of the doorstep with the overgrown hibiscus bushes almost totally concealing him.

"Hey wanna go for a surf? The break's pretty good the swells 'bout four foot."

"Nah. I'll hang here. Mum and Dad will be up soon, well hopefully because it's already," he looked quickly at his Nixon watch, "ten thirty."

"Wow, seriously that late already. Well I'm going out before it gets crap. If anyone asks I'll be at Spoony's. Thanks." I started to walk away when I remembered what I wanted to say: "And sorry about what happened I didn't mean to get you into trouble. Anyway bye." With that and a departing wave I was off, running down the path that was heavily overgrown with hibiscuses, frangipanis, dwarf date palms and a whole array of other small, tropical, flowereing shrubs.

The beach was already quite full, so I retreated to the rocks where only surfers and body boarders dare to go. I made my way carefully over the rocks even though I had made the trip countless times in the past. I reached the furthest most tip of the rock ledge and pushed myself out into the water. I wished I had brought my wettie even though it is half way through the summer holidays.

When I got out there I was pleased to find Alice already out with Heath - her older brother who is one of Edward's closest friends. I came to a halt right next to Alice who was quite happy to see me.

"OMG. Who were all those people at your house last night I saw Charlie's car out front but who were those guys that got out of the Maxi Taxi. Details please." Alice lives next door to me so she always knows what's going on.

"Yeah, hey Alice love the new swimmers, they would be," I pretended to count on my fingers, "what your fourth pair this last two week. What do you do to them girl?" I was purposely avoiding her questions because one; she always gets angry which is so fun to watch, and two she has gone through four sets of bikinis in these first to weeks of the summer holidays.

"Don't be annoying! I hate people who change the subject. Now please answer." Heath and I were laughing at her, it was quite humorous the way her tiny fists slapped the water, her way her face went all red and how her voice went even higher. Just when I should have been answering a great wave came. I paddled onto it quickly. It was peeling evenly to the right. I popped up, cutting straight down for a bottom turn before shooting up to the lip. I then cutback to where the wave was breaking into a nice barrel so I crouched low ready for the wall of water to surround me so the real fun could start.

I hope everyone likes this chapter. I tryed to make it longer and have more stuff in it. So please review it if you like it. Thanks.