A/N: Pie!

Just thought I'd get that important information out of the way right thurrr.

Wow, I just read through my whole story so I could get back into a writing-kind-of-mood and I totally SUCK at going back through and fixing mistakes. Sorry about any discrepancies guys, but I'm waaaaay too lazy to go back through and fix those chapters… Well, it comes down to the decision of a) writing a new chapter, or b) fixing all the old ones.

Did you like my decision?

Haha.

*hangs head in shame* Now we get to the part where I have to try and explain why I haven't updated since like 1982.

See, I skipped one week, and then it seemed okay to skip another. And then I had finals and was too busy cramming information on the structure of an atom and how to use parabolas and the history of the world into my head to update. And then I left for Texas for a week- WHICH WAS ENTIRELY AWESOME –and then I came back and I've been working like a friggen pack-mule this week at my new job. So there ya have it.

I'll stop babbling now and let you have your chapter. Important author's note at the end.

-leslie grace

Kate POV

Tanya was acting strange.

Really strange.

She almost hit a sign with her precious McLauren.

She got lost on the way home.

She almost hit a moose with her precious McLauren.

She spilt Pepsi all over her lap, and I'm still not entirely sure when or where she got it or why she had it.

She almost hit the hobo down the street with her precious McLauren.

Something was wrong.

Really wrong.

Tanya POV

Where the fuck did that Pepsi come from?

And the moose?

And the hobo?

And since when was the turn into our miniature settlement a full eight miles past the city limits?

I glanced in the mirror for the umpteenth time. Emmet was stretching out into Embry's lap in a grand little show. Rosalie pouted as she stared out the window. Embry was busy trying very hard not to touch Rosalie even the slightest bit; in other words, trying to KEEP his head on his shoulders.

"Aw Emmy, I'm tired!" Emmet complained into Embry's face.

Embry stared at him for a moment, those intuitive eyes glancing around for help. Then they lit up with an epiphany.

He casually laid back into the seat a bit and dug into his pocket. "Here. Amuse yourself." Embry put a ketchup packet into Emmet's hand.

Emmet burst out laughing. "Oh… my… GAWD!" He said in between giggles. "Repeat?"

I could've sworn I saw him motion his head towards me.

Embry pursed his lips.

Mmmmm…

Watch it Tanya.

Decisively, he shook his head no. Now Emmet and Rosalie were pouting. He got up out of Embry's lap and crossed his arms defiantly.

"You promised!"

Embry looked like a deer caught in headlights. He searched for an out to whatever promise he'd made. "Um… a good prankster never does a repeat performance?"

Prankster? Did he promise Emmet he would help prank me?

That one may just earn you a spanking, my pretty.

I let that thought slide. It seemed like a good idea to even well behaved Tanya.

I pulled up slowly, hoping that none of the pine needles would scratch up my precious McLauren. I wasn't exactly a big car fan or anything, but I did love this one. It had taken a long time for me to save up enough money for it as a waitress, but it was one of my proudest accomplishments. I hadn't freeloaded it off someone else.

Rosalie stepped out first, trying to get a little room to breathe. Kate looked a bit lost when she found her footing. Emmet and Embry piled out of their door. I got out last.

"Hey Tanya, why don't you help Embry with his bags? His cabin's so far back, and he's not exactly as well equipped as us." Emmet said, wiggling his eyebrows.

Embry rolled his eyes with a 'pffft'. He looked at me shyly. "That's all right. I only have one bag and its pretty light…"

Emmet laughed out loud. "Not quite, brother! You get to take the bags Alice sent for Renesmee too. After all, you don't have to bunk with anyone else."

He eyeballed the two other bags in the trunk. They weren't really bags, more like clothes wrapped in a giant parachute.

"I'll help." I said with a laugh.

**

We walked at human speed in companionable silence towards the back cabin. He, being the 'man' took his bag and one of Alice's. I ended up with the other one.

I expected him to give in and let me carry her other bag after a bit, after all it weighed like seventy pounds, but he didn't even break a sweat. No huffing puffing, shortness of breath. It didn't bother him any more than it would've bothered me. It made me wonder even more about what was hidden beneath those clothes.

We didn't lock our doors. No reason to. We were super-enhanced beings, and on top of that, we lived in the middle of nowhere. I doubted even the local real estate agent knew we were out here. But he didn't seem surprised when I didn't use a key. Which was odd. Then again, the Cullens probably didn't lock their doors either.

"We'll put her bags in the closet so they're out of the way. Bedroom's through there." I motioned with my free hand. He wordlessly embarked in that direction.

I stared after him for a moment, enjoying the view. When he turned the corner, I moved forward to the closet.

The stupid knob was stuck again. it always stuck.

I looked around a bit desperately, not wanting to break the knob off or seem helpless in front of him.

Why do you say that Tanya? He's just a dog.

Nu-uh.

Uh-huh.

Nu-uh.

Uh-huh…

I hit myself in the head to stop the voices from arguing anymore. Then I jingled the doorknob.

It finally opened, and squeaked loudly. I'd have to oil that door and replace the hinge when I snuck back here.

No Tanya. You will not come in here again. Especially not while he's sleeping.

Wonder what his PJs look like…or does he have any?

Back to the task at hand, Tanya. Put the bag in the closet.

I stepped forward and pulled the string that turned on the light. Glanced around. There wasn't much in the closet, a few light bulbs on the shelves, some toilet paper and some paper towels. The usual.

Moving the broom off to the side, I cleared some space for the bags and set mine down. I turned around to leave.

Embry stood in front of me. Very close in front of me. I almost touched him. My eyes were level with his lips. I looked up.

He looked down. He breathed and I smelt a cool, fresh scent, like he was chewing Dentyne Ice or something.

Maybe just a taste.

Before either of our minds had really processed the situation, my hands were in his hair. His hands were around my waist. I kissed him with a passion, and he rivaled it, if not exceeded it.

His tounge traced a trail of fire along my bottom lip, and I let him in. We breathed heavily, even though I didn't need it. My hands worked their way to his cheeks, his jaw. His skin was heavenly, soft and smooth and without a single imperfection. His hair felt like the down feathers of a duckling, but cleaner. And it always fell back into its perfect place.

He pushed me towards the wall, and when I hit the shelves, I used them as leverage to wrap my legs around his waist. He pushed me up higher so that my head was now above his. His arms tightened.

Kissing him was like heaven and hell and fire and water. It was incredible.

A pound to the door. "EMBRY, JAKE CALLED, HE'LL BE HERE IN TEN, YOU TWO ARE GOING OUT ON A DATE!" Emmet called brazenly.

I pulled away slowly and his lips tried to recapture mine. He snagged a few more pecks. We stared at each other. I untangled my hands and he released me. I slid down noiselessly. We looked for another moment. Then I dashed out of the room; he stood to the side to let me by. I left through the back door. I'm pretty sure he stared after me.

A/N: Was it worth the wait???? I think so.

Well I'll try to update again soon, but I wanted to tell y'all something.

I've read a lot of stories recently, and a lot of author's have started offering sneak peaks or extended/bonus scenes to reviewers. I've decided to offer the same to my readers, to encourage reviews. Bonus 'TWILIGHT' scenes featuring several characters to reviewers!

And once more, the lemon scale:

Sour - VERY descriptive.

Bitter – Gives description, but edited to a point where it might be considered 'publishable' in a book.

Mild – Descriptive enough, but leaves your imagination to do a little work.

Semi-Sweet – Starts ya' out but then makes you fill in the blank.

Sweet –Pretty much like a brief flashback of the scene, gives basic principle only.

THANKS!

-leslie grace