Author's Note: Once again, thanks for the reviews, after I get two more, I'll post Chapters 8 and 9. Believe me, I can't wait to get to the Jemma either, I'm hoping to have Jay in this before Chapter 15 :) Thanks again 3

I raced through the forest, listening to the faint beat of Edward and Emmett right on my tail; I laughed, exhilarated at the excitement of running freely throughout this beautiful green wonderland, and stopped for a millisecond at the edge of the river, jumping over it and landing a foot away from the edge, looking back, and seeing my brothers repeating the same motion, and began running forward again. I stopped at the bush, grabbed the shoes and ran to the glass door, smiling at the guys who got there a second after I did.

"You won't be smiling anymore, Em.." Emmett smirked.

I looked at Emmett with a confused expression.

"Alice!" He shouted through the open door and I gasped at him, allowing an involuntary growl out.

There was another gasp, Alice. "Emma, your dress…"

I looked at her, an apology written all over my face, "I'm sorry!"

"She wanted a challenge, Alice, so she went after a mountain lion," Edward explained, smiling at her then at me.

She sighed, shaking her little head and grabbed my arm, pulling me inside. "That was a very nice dress, but oh well, let's get you into another one."

I laughed, shaking my head back at her, "You never stop do you?" My new sister was definitely a fashonista.

"Rose?" She called as we stepped on the top floor. Rosalie came out of her and Emmett's room, I'm guessing, and looked at Alice then me. She laughed, shaking her blond head.

"You just had to dress her up like that didn't you?"

"You would've too… Anyway, I was wondering if you knew where Bella was."

Rosalie shrugged, "I saw her with Jacob and Nessie after the guys and Emma went hunting."

Alice sighed, nodding, "I thought so, well I'll go check the cottage and get some clothes from her closet, I'll put them in good use since all she ever wears in the jeans and t-shirts, she never changes I tell you!" She rambled on and spoke as she stepped down the stairs.

Rosalie chuckled, looking at me, "So, sis, why don't you come with me to my room? I'll give you some new clothes while we wait for Alice."

I nodded, smiling a bit as we walked into her room, it consisted of a beige colored leather couch, a huge mirror, a plasma TV, and two doors I believed to be a closet and a bathroom.

"Let's see… Hmmm, I think dark blue would look good on you," she said as she looked through her walk in closet that was almost as big as Alice's; I don't know if she was talking to me or to herself, either way, I sat on the arm of the couch, watching her.

She was gorgeous, blonde like me and her golden eyes just made her even more gorgeous, I wondered if I'd be as gorgeous with my own pair once I received them… I giggled in my head, I sounded like I was speaking of a pair of jeans. And apparently, jeans were what I was getting to wear, I was grateful when she handed me the outfit, smiling at her.

"Thanks, Rosalie, I'll never be able to repay all of you for being so kind to me," I confessed, smiling at her.

She shook her head, "No problem. Ask anyone, I'm not this nice to new people, but I actually like you,"

I laughed, "Good to know," I joked as I took off my ruined, once gorgeous dress and laid it on the arm of the couch, pulling on the dark washed skinny jeans, then the navy blue tunic that went down over my waist band and about mid-thigh.

"Boots or heels?" Rosalie asked, glancing at a rack of shoes in her closet.

No one was ever going to allow me to wear regular tennis shoes, I sighed on the inside and smiled at her, "I think I'll wear boots."

She nodded, "I think so too," she laughed softly, throwing a pair of knee-high brown leather boots at me, I glanced at them after I caught them, Chanel, I stared wide-eyed at them, sliding them on and sticking my jeans inside of them. I would've died if I hadn't already.

"You all have the greatest sense of fashion," I confessed, envying the Cullen women.

She laughed, nodding, "So do you because clearly you like our own clothes."

I frowned a bit, "I'm sorry."

"For?"

"I'm kind of wearing your clothes…" I said guiltily.

She smiled warmly at me, "It's perfectly fine, really. We get clothes from designers all the time, and go shopping all the time too," she said like it was a casual thing, here came the envying again. "We don't wear things twice, hell, sometimes we don't even wear things once!"

I laughed with her, nodding, "Okay, well I totally owe everyone a life time of servitude," I said jokingly. "Well, make that an eternity."

She chuckled, shaking her head and spraying some perfume on herself, then threw the bottle at me, and I sprayed some on too, Juicy Couture, yum.

Oh yeah, this life was definitely going to be great…