A/N: Holla mi favoritas!!!!!! GUESS WHAT!!! I'M TOTALLY PASSING SPANISH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So I'm, like, happy about this!! Anyway….HERE'S CHAPTER 10!!!

Disclaimer: My birthday was earlier this week and I got….money…a picture drawn by Ashley…Ashley…but no Twilight. Isn't that sad!

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Ashley POV

Spanish. Spanish with Emmett.

Does I need to say more. I do? Okay then, allow me to elaborate.

It began as a normal day is Espanol…

" I know a class that gets on everybody's nerves, on everybody's nerves, on everybody's nerves."( :D) Emmett sang in Spanish. I laughed as he started the song again. Once he got to the second 'everybody's nerves' I started with my own song.

" It's the work that never ends."( :D) Emmett smiled and continued singing without missing a beat. I had the satisfaction of noticing the entire lecture Ms. What's Her Name stop and everyone turn to look at us. " It goes on and on my friends-" ( :D)I stopped. That's not right.

" Wait! Why did I say friends?" ( :D) I asked in English so all could understand. Emmett continued singing quietly in the background as I continued talking. "I don't know them. I hate people!" ( :D) People laughed, Ms. I Don't Care, rolled her eyes and fumed.

I shrugged and waited until it was the right time for me to come back in and- " It goes on and on my acquaintances."( :D)

" OKAY CLASS!" The teacher screamed. I stopped, pissed that she had interrupted our round of epicness. " Now," she continued once she had gotten quiet. " Everyone grab a partner." Emmett literally grabbed hold of my arm.

I don't think she meant that literally.

Wait! How did he get across the room so fast? I could've sworn he was right by the-

" Now, I want you and your partner to, together, write a story that is at least four pages long. I don't care what it's about, as long as it's all in Spanish and is grammatically correct." And with that, she sat at her desk, grabbed her cup of coffee, and opened up a book.

Weirdo.

I turned to Emmett, and saw that he looked excited, and was already holding up a piece of paper, completely covered in his handwriting.

Holy shit!!! How did he write that so quickly? I shook my head, dispelling the thought from my mind as I scanned over the first page of "our" story.

" No." I said after reading the first paragraph. Emmett has lost his MIND!!!!!!!! His eyes widened and looked slightly hurt. But he took a breath and toughed it out.

" Why?" he asked in a business like tone. Like he was negotiating a business deal with me. I dramatically pretended to neatly stack the one sheet of paper, laid it down between us, and folded my hands.

" Emmett-topia?" I asked him, talking about the name of the country he had created.

" What about it?" I sighed and made my fingers into a steeple.

" I believe that the name is a little…conceited…" he scoffed, unprofessionally. "…and I believe that it's a bit too….revealing." He laughed at that.

Pervert.

Oh, like you weren't thinking that too. ( :D) My brain added. I ignored it and continued on as if nothing had happened.

" It gives away all the possible things that could happen. I mean, if the country were named after you, we know that everything that will happen will be something that you would do." he seemed to be contemplating that. " We should throw a curve ball. Something that says, 'Oh, you don't know what will happen.'" He leaned forward.

" What do you suggest?" he asked seriously. I paused to think awhile.

" Shlopmatopolis. ( :D)" I suggested. It was perfect. We all knew it. He tapped his fingers together thoughtfully.

" I like it." he said with a smile. " I think-"

" TM" ( :D) I added.

…

" What?" he asked. I smiled.

" Shlopmatopolis…TM. It needs a trademark so that no one will steal it and……it makes me happy. ( :D)" He looked at me for a second before smiling widely.

" Perfect." he grabbed the paper and started writing again. Once he was done, I took it back. Yes, Shlopmatopolis…TM has been-

Wait, no that's not right!

" You didn't put the TM inside a box." I pointed out. He nodded and too the paper back.

At least he wasn't contradicting me. I thought happily. That was a first.

That's because he's like your mental twin. Mr. Brain said. God, I really need therapy if this continues.

Emmett passed the paper back to me. I looked and sighed. " No. You obviously don't know how to make a TM box." I said, picking up my pencil and corrected. I mean, how hard is it to draw a TM box?

The second I was finished, he grabbed the paper and examined it. And then scoffed.

" It looks exactly the same!" he said, throwing the paper down in frustration. I rolled my eyes and grabbed the page and pointed. His TM box was not bold, while mine was. Total difference!!

" Whatever." he said, making yet another TM box, making it extra bold.

Did he just try to one up me?

I believe that was a challenge. My mind informed me. Oh it's on then. I grabbed the paper, and made an extra large, extra bold TM box. " My TM box owns yours epically!!" I cried in triumph. He glared at me and jerked the paper away from me again.

" NEVER!!" he called dramatically, drawing one. I glared at him, thinking of a way to make my TM box more epically awesome than it was already bound to be.

Suddenly, Emmett's hand stopped.

We both looked at each other slowly and smiled at the exact same time.

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Ashley's POV

Something anyone needs to know about Shlopmatopolis…TM was that their prized possession was the shiny TM box that sat in the very center of the capital city of the country. So, when it was found that the TM box was MISSING everyone freaked out. Complete chaos erupted everywhere, no one knew what could've happened to the box or what to do about it.

Except Ashley.

She set off to find the missing TM box. She searched high and low, near and far, and faced many scary mice to find the box, but she could not find it. It was as if the box disappeared off the face of the earth.

Sadly, she headed back to the capital city, and reluctantly proclaimed that the box was nowhere to be found. Everyone immediately went into mourning, until….

…The extremely awesome and sexy Emmett stood among the crowd and announced that there should be a new TM box created. " A contest" he called it. People were wary about trying to recreate the formerly loved monument that had stood in the square for centuries, and also because they knew that Emmett was an extremely amazing artist.

Emmett was sure that no one would stand up against him, but Ashley smirked and nodded.

" That's a wonderful idea." she said before turning away and heading in the opposite direction.

Emmett's jaw dropped at the thought of someone standing up to his awesomeness, but quickly he clenched his jaw and stalked off, prepared to beat his idiot of an opponent.

Ashley headed straight for her home and immediately began working. She stayed up all night carving, hammering, and shaping away until the next morning. She slipped a sheet over the TM box, and moved it to the city. Everyone gathered around, surprised that she had finished so quickly. Ashley smiled proudly, seeing Emmett in shock in the audience, and yanked the sheet off the box.

Standing in the middle of the square was a giant TM box made of mahogany wood, shined with a perfect finish. It gleamed in the sunlight, and everyone applauded the craftsmanship of the sculpture. Ashley smirked at Emmett, knowing for sure that she had won.

When the crowd had dispersed, Emmett remained standing in front of the TM box. How on earth could a girl, an ordinary girl create something so epic that even he was at awe? He wouldn't allow it. Emmett quickly ran home, and returned late at night, carrying a bottle of lighter fluid and a box of matches. Smiling evilly, he lit the box aflame.

No flame had burned brighter than that box. Emmett turned on his heel and headed home to complete his own masterpiece.

The next morning, everyone, once again, mourned at the loss of yet another TM box. Emmett made sure that everyone looked hopeless before he swept in dramatically with his cover TM box and his cape whirling in the wind. He paused for dramatic effect before whipping the covering off.

Standing in front of everyone, was a shining titanium TM box, the sun glinting off of it, mesmerizing the audience.

Emmett was swept away by the crowd, who were all chanting his praises at saving the TM box.

Ashley stood in front of the wretched box long after the crowd had left, contemplating revenge. She knew that he had been the one to set her own art aflame, so it only made since to reciprocate. She smiled suddenly, knowing just who would help her.

She left town for two days, visiting her friend from the country of Jacobopolis, Jacob, who was known to have certain items that could help her out in this situation.

" Just press the big red button. Everything else is set." Jacob told her, handing her a black box with one red button the size of her fist. She smiled, and quickly pressed the button.

When she returned to the town, everyone was in shock. Instead of Emmett's box standing proudly in the sun, there was only dust. Dust polluted the air, dust covered the ground, dust was all that was left of the monument.

" What happened?" she asked a random passerby, though she knew exactly what had happened. The person turned to her, tears in his eyes, and sniffed.

" A nuclear weapon struck the box last night. No one knows who did it, but everyone knows that it wasn't an accident."

Emmett was PISSED!!!!! He knew, he absolutely KNEW, who had sent the bomb. He saw her standing in the group of mourns, and surppressed the urge to lunge at her and rip her throat out. SHE STOLE HIS MOMENT OF GLORY!!!!! But, because of her, he was allowed to make sure that he won. That no one would ever question his ability.

He would make sure of it.

So, that night, he quickly created a new TM box, made of a mixture of titanium and diamond, and place it in the square. Then, since everyone was sleeping and had yet to see his creation, he went to his friend from Jacobopolis, Jacob, and bought a bomb. If anyone were to touch his TM box with his permission, they were going to get blown to smithereens.

His plan was ingenious, there was no doubting it. Emmett went home that night positive that he would forever be known as the man who saved the day.

Standing in the middle of the square, when Ashley awoke, was a shining TM box. She growled in frustration. Emmett just wouldn't give up. She was about to turn on her heel and head back to the drawing board, when something caught her eye.

A red wire running around the box.

She followed the wire with her eyes and saw that it lead to a box that looked strangely enough like a bomb she had seen at Jacobs. She smiled, knowing exactly what it was, and ran to the police.

" Sir, there's a bomb on that box!" She cried when she got to them. They ran to the box, and saw exactly what she had found. " The only person who would put it on there would be Emmett. He was the only one who even knew that the box was here!"

The police saw the logic in her words, and arrested Emmett.

Ashley spent all night working on yet another failure of a TM box, but for some reason she was proud of it when she was finished. But before she could bring her work to the square, she heard a noise outside. Curious, she followed the sound.

What she saw astounding her immensely. Standing in the middle of the square, was the original TM box.

With Jacob standing in front of it. He was smiling at the crowd, happy that he had made an alliance with the people of Shlopmatopolis. Then he saw Ashley. She was glaring at him in fury, he had betrayed her. He shrugged and mouthed…

'It's just business.'

I read the paper again and turned to Emmett.

" This totally deserved an A!!!" I cried out in distress, looking at the huge B- written in red pen on the paper. Emmett nodded, but then shrugged.

" She's just sad that the awesome Emmett lost." and with that, he walked away. I glared after him, before standing up, sticking the paper in my bag, and heading out of the classroom.

I needed Seth to comfort me about this B- that was clearly supposed to be an A. I went into the hall, but…no Seth. Hmmm, that's odd. He's usually here.

" He had to leave early." came a soprano voice. I looked and saw myself looking into the golden eyes of none other than- " I'm Alice." she said, sticking out her hand. I already knew this of course, but I stuck my hand out anyway and shook it.

" Ashley." She smiled at me, a knowing smile. " Why did he have to leave?" I asked her, as we began walking down the hall. She hesitated for a second (shall think about that later) before answering.

" He became sick earlier. He said to tell you he was sorry." she said. Hmm, well that's not true. If it was, Seth would've texted me. Alice was lying to me.

But why? Why would lie to you? Brain asked me.

I don't know. But I do know that she is lying. Just like Nessie probably is. Just like the entire Cullen family probably is.

Including Seth?

I sighed mentally. Including Seth.

Alice and I parted ways and I headed into the Gym.

I knew that Seth was hiding something from me. It wasn't hard to tell. The way he would look at me like he was wanting to say something, and then not say anything at all. The way he would come over to my house, even if no one was home, and I couldn't go to his.

I knew this, but I didn't act on it.

I knew this, but it didn't change anything.

I still loved him all the same.

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As I was driving home I was still thinking about the Cullen family, and how I knew that they were hiding something. Whether or not it changed things between me and Seth, it didn't stop me from being curious.

What could they possibly be hiding. I mean, according to what Mommy found out about the picture, they look pretty good for their age. And….

A squirrel ran out in the middle of the slick road.

Me, being the animal lover I am, jerked hard on the wheel, trying to avoid hitting the poor cute squirrel.

Everything around me began a spinning array of colors. I grabbed the wheel again, but it wouldn't yield to me. The only thing that was clear, was the shape of one giant tree quickly heading towards me. I felt my heart pound in my chest as I knew what was going to happen if I hit that tree.

I was going to die.

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A/N: WHOO!!!! That was long!!! Quickly, if you didn't get it, the bold was Ashley's writing and the italics was Emmett's. And in the story, Jacob had stolen the original TM box and had made A LOT OF MONEY over the course of the story!

For some who don't know, Ashley is in fact a real person. And so I thought that you would like to know exactly what she says of me using a few quotes from her (remember the :D's).

"Mommy-" (me) "-you're stealing my soul one little Ashley quote at a time." So, just so you know, I'm stealing her soul for the sake of you wonderful readers!! And even wonderfuller reviewers!!!!!

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