A/N: So I went out and got myself a couple of Beta's! Ladyinblue6 and Sophia D'Soleil...you are incredible. Thank you so much for helping me and my disasterous grammar. Me fail english? Thats umpossible!

We meet a couple new people this chapter...Beauty and the Beast I guess

Stephanie Meyer owns my people

Hope you enjoy

As almost any heavy individual can agree; clothes' shopping is a nightmare. I always felt so embarrassed when I would walk out of a changing room with my arms full of clothes just to tell the bubble-gum chewing, skinny snotty, "better-than-everyone-else" sales associate that nothing fit. It made me feel terrible about myself; which would send me straight to the closest Cheesecake Factory so I could drown my sorrows in a deliciously moist graham cracker crust.

Even though I am no longer heavy, I still hold the same anxiety of shopping. It's become imprinted into my DNA, right there next to the adenine and cytosine. I walk into a department store and I break out into a cold sweat. Considering my attire generally consists of my hospital uniform or a pair of sweat pants, I hadn't bought any new clothes in a very long time. What I do own billows off of me in waves. Much to Alice's dismay I have not "taken advantage of my rockin' new bod" as she so eloquently put it. Often she'll randomly show up at my door with armfuls of beautiful things that she's picked up for me, but I politely refuse. I never give in to her temper tantrums.

As I pulled into the parking lot of the mall, I momentarily regret not bringing her along on this excursion. It would be nice to have a second opinion but I feel that this is an obstacle that I need to overcome on my own. Besides, after the already exhausting day I'd had, I didn't think I had the mental capacity to deal with her squeals of delight or piles of clothes that I would never wear.

I gave Jake a quick peck on the head and a scratch behind the ear and hopped out of the truck. Trying to make this experience as quick and painless as possible I headed into the first store I see. I was immediately overwhelmed the minute my foot first steps through the door. As I tried to process my surroundings: the colors, the styles and how the store was laid out, I didn't take notice of the guy standing in front of me until I had slammed into his back, dropping my purse, and all its contents, all over the floor.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry, are you ok?" I asked as I bent down furiously trying to return the contents of my bag where they belonged.

"Hey, no worries" came a velvet reply from the stranger I had steamrolled into. The smoothness of his voice sent chills down my spine. I could feel his closeness as he bent down, grabbing at objects that were in the process of escaping. I continued to scramble and gather my belongings, unwilling to look the poor soul that I'd assualted in the face. All I could see were long slender fingers and strong forearms; the right covered in brightly coloured, swirling tattoos. I grabbed the last of my things and tried to make a run for it, mumbling more apologies before his voice once again cut through the air.

"Ah, I'm pretty sure this is yours too."

I felt my face flush redder while I whipped around to see what I had forgotten, and finally seeing the face that belonged to the satin smooth voice and strong, yet delicate, fingers.

Starting from his toes and making my way up, my breath hitched as I set my eyes on the most beautiful specimen of a man. First, there were the high-top Converse sneakers. This led to his ripped jeans, which were paired with a sweater vest under a button-up shirt, the rolled sleeves giving a peek at the illustrations that climbed up his right arm. His hair - a peculiar shade of bronze- stuck out of the sides of his fedora. By the time I reached the 5 o'clock shadow on his strong jaw, I was about to melt right on the floor. His eyes were hidden beneath a pair of thick rimmed black glasses that sat a little high on his face due to the crooked grin he had on his lips. In his left hand extended toward me was the most embarrassing thing that could have rolled out of my purse. Of course the only tampon I had in my bag had rolled away and was now being waved in my face by the most tantalizingly beautiful creature I had ever laid my eyes upon.

Fuck my luck

Stunned by my misfortune, it took me a few moments to collect my thoughts and process my course of action. All I could come up with was to run. I quickly scanned my surroundings for an escape route when his voice once again cut through the air like a hot knife in butter.

"It's okay, I don't need it. I have a stash of them out in my car so you can take this one back."

Whipping my face back to his, I gave a little snort and replied, "I knew you were too pretty. Should have known you had a mangina. Hopefully your cramps won't be too bad this month."

My retort just made his crooked grin grow wider. I reached up and snatched the now bane of my existence from his elegant hands. Our fingers brushed against one another causing me to jump back a little as the most bizarre feeling shot down my arm. It felt like a bolt of lightning had shot through my hand at the point of contact and was sending electrical currents from the tips of my fingers, all the way down my arm and throughout my entire body.

I peered at him curiously only to find his shocked appearance mirrored my own. I retracted my arm quickly, shoving the tampon back in my purse, while the god-like man stood before me rubbing his hand gently. Unable to form any sort of rational thought I mumbled my apologized yet again; I made a beeline for the overhead sign that announced "Dresses" only stopping to take a quick peek back at the boy once I was convinced there was enough distance between us. He was walking towards the exit, shaking his head softly, curling and flexing his fingers.

I let out the breath I didn't realize I had been holding and gave my head a little shake, trying to organize my thoughts, my hands still tingling from the contact with the walking sex god. I was on a mission and I couldn't let a 20 second interaction with the hottest man EVER fuck that up. So I turned to the closest rack to me and began pawing through its wares attempting to focus on the task at hand and push the thoughts and tingles as far out of my head as possible.

63 minutes, 7 dresses, 4 pairs of shoes and an Orange Julius later, I had finally found the perfect outfit. It was a cute little strapless Calvin Klein number with a sweetheart neckline in sapphire blue that made my pale skin look almost translucent. I was going to have to recruit Rose and Alice to teach me how to walk in the peep-toe monstrosities that I had purchased. Being an uber-klutz meant I usually tried to avoid any heel height above a flip flop, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

There was a little bit of bounce to my step as I wandered back to my truck, bags in one hand and a Krispy Kreme for Jakey in the other. The parking lot was almost empty except for a shiny silver Volvo sitting just a few spots away from my truck. I ripped open my door quickly allowing Jake to jump down and stretch his legs for a moment while I piled my new belongings into the cab. He hopped around playfully, eager to be out of the confined space. I followed suit for a minute, wrestling around with him; feeling guilty that he had been locked in there by himself for so long. One mention of the word "treat" and he eagerly hopped back in the truck, eyeing my bags precariously. Giving him a quick few commands to remind him that he needs to earn these treats, I dropped the doughnut on the seat for him and shut the door. As I made my way around the front of the truck, a familiar tingling sensation ran up my spine when I passed the Volvo, forcing me to stop dead in my tracks. It was the same feeling I got when I had the momentary contact with the bronze-haired dream. I tried to inconspicuously glance inside the car to see if there was anyone in there, but the lighting was bad and I couldn't make out anything definite. I almost ran to my door, yanked it open and hopped in. Double-pumping the clutch, the old beast roared to life, the sound soothing my agitated nerves. I slammed into first gear and eased out of the parking lot, back through town and onto the highway.

My thoughts about the day claimed my attention the whole ride home. It wasn't until I pulled in the driveway of the house that I realized that for the first time in my life I had driven over the speed limit the whole way home, and done so in silence. I never drove fast. As the Police Chiefs daughter meant there were certain rules you had to obey. Sticking to the speed limit was pretty high up there on Charlie's list. Furthermore, I never went anywhere without music on. My iPod was an extension of my arm. I had special playlists depending on my mood and my company, as my taste in music wasn't always the same as those around me.

I didn't even notice the giant, red Hummer parked just beyond the driveway. Maybe if I had, the scene I walked in on, when I stepped through the front door wouldn't have been such a shock. I was greeted by the biggest man I had ever seen in my whole life. I gasped for a moment and my jaw dropped as my eyes wandered all the way up. My gawking was met by the biggest dimpled grin I had ever witnessed, giving a boyish look to this enormous person.

"Hey! You must be Bella. I've heard so much about you from Rosie and Jacob," he boomed and scooped me up in a big bear hug, momentarily knocking the wind out of me and causing all my purchases dropping to the ground.

"Emmett, put her down. You're gonna fucking pop her head off you're squeezing so damn hard," Rose's voice sounded muffled from inside my muscled cocoon.

The rumbling chuckle that emitted from the bear's chest rattled my brain before he eased me back to the ground.

"Sorry about that, Bells, I've just been waiting a while to meet you and I was excited that's all. I feel like I know you already."

Rubbing my ribs gingerly I tilted my head back so I could study the face of Rose's new pet. This made Emmett to chuckle once again and slap me on the back, causing me to stumble forward.

"Oh for the love of God," Rose mumbled while she rolled her eyes, a slight smirk hinting at the corners of her mouth.

"Well Emmett, it's a pleasure to meet you," I said bending down to pick up my bags "and while I would love to stay and chat with you right now, I have to get this stuff to my room before I take Jake out for a quick walk and head to bed."

"No worries, Hells Bells, you'll be seeing a whole lot more of me," Emmett declared as he grabbed Rose by the wrist, swept her up into his arms and starting planting kisses all over her face while she playfully struggled and giggled to get away from him.

I made my way to my room in a state of shock as to what I had just witnessed. Rose was giggling and being playful? I had never seen that side of her before. She had been through so much in her life that it had made her bitter and mean. To see this side of her was refreshing and I had hope for her that she might be able to find happiness to fill that chip on her shoulder after all.

I dropped my things on my bed and stood by the door, listening to the giggles, whispers and quick kisses before a hushed good night and the front door gently closing. I gave her few minutes to compose herself before I nonchalantly walked back down the hall and into the kitchen to get Jake's leash, only to find Rose leaning against the sink in a dream-like haze.

I tried to control my giggling, but finally I cracked, erupting in a deep belly laugh. She snapped back to reality with a mortified look on her face, realizing she had been caught in her fantasy. She quickly composed herself, but not before her face turned a brilliant shade of crimson.

"Rosalie Hale, you are absolutely smitten" I giggled between breaths.

"I am not fucking smitten. He just…he just…he…fuck." She dropped her head in shame.

I crossed the room in three steps, pulling her close for the biggest hug I could muster.

"Rose, why are you ashamed of that? You should be walking on cloud nine, he seems amazing."

"Because he is fucking amazing. He's gorgeous, funny and we have a fuck-load in common. Most of all, he doesn't take my bullshit and he doesn't look at me like a piece of meat. He's so incredible and I'm just waiting for something to happen for it all to blow up in my face like it always does." Her last words caught up as she took a quick breath.

I pushed her away from my body and held her shoulders tightly, forcing her to look at me in the eyes.

"Rose, he's not Royce. It's not going to be like before. You have to let people in or you're going to be alone and miserable forever. You are so much better than that. You deserve the best, now let Emmett be that person."

Her breath hitched once again and a single tear rolled down her perfect face.

"Bella, I'm so scared. What if I don't deserve this? What if he is just like every other guy?"

"I know you're scared, sweetie, but you have to take the risk to get the reward. And if it's meant to be, it will work out. Let him in, Rose, I think it will be worth your while." Another fat tear rolled down her cheek before she nodded her head. I hugged her again before stepping back to give her some space. "Now I have to go take Jake for a quick walk, then when I get back, we're going to have a little fashion show so you can tell me how I did on my first shopping excursion in about 15 years ok? Why don't you pop some popcorn, call Alice see if she's done with massage boy, and then you can teach me how to walk in heels because fuck knows I am going to fall flat on my face in front of everyone and make a huge ass of myself as always."

A grin shone through the tears on her face as she mumbled a quiet thank you which I waved off before walking out the door with my dog.

By the time I returned from my walk, Alice was dancing up the driveway.

"Ali, did you have a good night with the boy?"

"Oh my God Bella, I don't even know where to begin. He's so sexy and smart and kind and he does the most in-fucking-credible thing with his tongue" she gushed.

"Alright, Tiny, stop trying to make me jealous. Let's get in the house and let the fashion show begin," I chortled as I ushered both Alice and Jake into the house.

While I was gone, Rose had popped the popcorn, poured some M&M's into a bowl and had strawberry daiquiri's sitting on the living room table. The other two chatted animatedly about their new boys toys while I changed quickly into my new dress and heels. I gave myself one quick eye-up in my mirror before ever so carefully walking back into the living room, where I was met by squeals of delight and several ohs and ahs. I felt my face flush when they made me do a little turn for them. The conversation then moved to how I should wear my hair, makeup and accessories where they lost me about halfway through.

Not wanting to cover it in chocolate or daiquiris I returned to my room on wobbly ankles, carefully hanging the dress in the closet and returning the shoes to their box. Once I was comfortable again in my sweats, I rejoined my girls in the living room where our night was filled with treats, gossip, and boy stories while the rum from the bevy's started to flood our veins, making our tongues loose and the stories juicier.

After a few hours of serious bonding, we called it a night. Rose and I retiring to our rooms, while Alice took her usual spot on the pullout couch.

I climbed into bed with heavy limbs from the drinks, patted beside me for Jake to join me and pulled the covers up tight. The events of the very long day washed over me as I was dragged into a deep sleep. The last image I recalled was of the face of the bronze-haired god, a small smile hinting at my lips before I slipped into a dreamless slumber.

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