I was sitting at my desk writing my history paper when I heard something hit my window. At first I thought it was just a bug because my light was on near the glass attracting the bugs. The noise continued though, and after a few more knocks at my window I walked over to the window. I opened it to take a look out just to get hit by a pebble in the forehead.

"Ouch. What the hell?" I yelled putting my hand against my forehead where the pebble hit me.

"Sorry. Shit. I'm such an idiot." I heard a familiar voice. I looked down completely flabbergasted.

"Emmett?" I asked looking down at the ground waiting for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. He was standing there and was looking up at me, almost like something out of a movie. "What are you doing here? It's…" I stopped to look at the clock on my desk. "it's 11:30 at night." I waited for him to answer.

"I wanted to apologize. Can I talk to you for a few minutes?" I don't know what possessed me to agree but I nodded.

"Yeah give me a minute. I'll be down in a minute." I started to walk away from the window when I heard him call my name. I walked back to the window.

"Just let me come up. It won't take long." I looked down at him a little confused. Why would he want to come up to my room? I mean there was one obvious reason, but there was no way he thought I was that stupid or that desperate for that matter.

"And how do you expect to do that? I mean I can't exactly sneak down, let you in, and have us both sneak back upstairs." I leaned forward looking down. Never before had I wished that I had my younger brother's first floor bedroom. Maybe there was a reason they had wanted it. They'd be able to sneak out when they got older and sneak people in.

"Just stand back. I'll climb the tree over there and get up to your window." I looked at the tree he was talking about which was a good 15 feet away from my window.

"Um…Are you trying to break your neck in my yard specifically for some reason? I mean there's no way you can make that jump."

"Just move back. And if I break my neck I give you full permission to call Jacob and he'll dispose of my body." He laughed.

"Fine," I agreed against my better judgment. I walked back to my desk and looked around my room to make sure that there was nothing embarrassing or potentially incriminating in my room that would give Emmett any ideas that we would do more than talk. I turned to look to see how far Emmett had gotten up the tree and jumped when he was standing there in my room. I ran past him to the window and looked at the ground, the tree and the ground again. "How did you do that?" I turned and looked at him.

"What can I say? I have always been good at jumping distances." He smiled and I could see the pride in his face. I stifled a laugh because it almost looked as if he was puffing out his chest in pure pride.

"Yeah obviously." For some reason I was a bit nervous about having him in my room. I leaned against the wall by the window watching him as he scanned my room. My computer caught his eye and he walked over to it and starred at the screen for a few minutes.

"Actually Ameila Earhart didn't die in 1939. It was just easier for everyone to assume she was dead rather than to try and keep looking for her, especially with all the other problems going on in the United States and in Europe at that time. She actually died in the 1950's sometime in a small town in France." He looked over at me.

"Uh huh. Sure she did. And all the history books just have it all wrong and you know first-hand that she didn't die in 1939."I laughed and walked over and closed my laptop.

"Well it's probably for the best if you stick to what the history books say and not facts few people are aware of. Might make your teacher think you're insane or stupid or something." He crossed his arms and leaned against my wall.

"Yeah. Well if I need help with my creative writing assignment I'll be sure to get in touch with you, because you have a very active imagination." I crossed my arms too and starred at him. There was silence for a few minutes and it began to annoy me. "What did you want anyway? I mean you come to my house in the middle of the night; you throw rocks at my window and say you want to talk, and now you're quiet. So I'm gonna give you 5 minutes to tell me what you came here to tell me and after that I'm going to ask you to leave." He nodded but remained silent. "What? Are you trying mental telepathy?"

"No. Just trying to put the words together just right. But it's kinda hard to do." I looked at him confused.

"Why?" I became a bit irritated.

"Because I always have a hard time collecting my thoughts around pretty women." He smiled.

"Oh well aren't you Mr. Smooth?" I asked deciding he was not going to sweet-talk his way out of the way he'd been acting lately.

"Not gonna work huh?" He chuckled. When he saw that I wasn't laughing he straightened up. "Okay I admit I was a bit of a jerk lately and I can understand why you're being cold towards me." I glared at him. How could he act so cool about this?

"A bit of a jerk? You've been more than a bit of a jerk. You treated me like the most revulsive person in the world and acted like I had the plague or something. And you want to stroll in here and act like you've been Prince Charming this whole time. Now you better come up with a good reason why I shouldn't kick you out of my room or I will scream. I mean seriously who do you…" Before I could finish my sentence Emmett had me pushed gently against the wall I had been leaning against and his lips were crushed against mine. When he stopped he looked down at me, only inches away from my face. I was so shocked I forgot to breath and suddenly I gasped for breath. He smiled.

"Guess I have the special touch to take your breath away huh?" He chuckled when he whispered that into my ear. His breath on my neck caused me to have chills and goose bumps formed along my arms and neck. It took me a minute to realize what just happened. As soon as I realized what had happened and I got control back of my body I slapped him. He looked surprised.

"Who the hell do you think you are? Do you make it a habit to come into girls rooms telling them you need to talk to them and then kiss them? What were you hoping to achieve? Wanting another notch in your bedpost or something?" I started to move away and he grabbed my arm gently and held me in front of him.

"Look I realize I've been a total ass. I know that. Trust me, you and Jacob have made it more than clear that I've been an ass. And no I don't make it a habit to do what I just did but I didn't know what to say to try and get you to accept my apology. And then you were just going off and all I could do was focus on your lips and the urge took over to kiss you." I felt his thumb gently rub the soft skin on my inner arm right by my wrist, sending chills across my body. "I'm sorry if I've been too forward, but I would like to make it up to you."

"And…and how do you want to do that?" I asked, chills running down my spine. It was then that I realized that his hand was cold to the touch. I looked at him confused and he saw the look of confusion in my eyes.

"What's wrong? Do you want me to leave?" He asked starting to let go of my wrist.

"No. I'm just wondering why it seems every time we seem to touch your skin is cold as ice." I noticed him retract his hand. "Did I say something wrong?" I asked looking at him.

"No, but I should get going. But maybe we can grab dinner tomorrow after work if that's okay. I've used up my 5 minutes you gave me." He walked to the window.

"Um yeah dinner would be good. I'll see you at work." I turned to look at him, "What is your last name anyway?" But when I turned completely around he was already out the window. I walked to my laptop finishing my paper. As I lay in bed I touched my lips and I still felt a small tingle in them. I smiled as the thoughts of the kiss sent chills along my body. I fell asleep and for the first time in months I had a long and restful night's sleep.