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Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of its characters, nor do I own the Power Rangers.

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The sandbox was Rosalie's favorite spot on the playground, Emmet knew that because that's where they'd been all day, every day for the past week. Sand was fine and everything, but Emmet was getting bored.

"C'mon Rose," Emmet said, using the nick-name that only he could get away with, "let's go on the monkey bars!"

"I don't wanna," Rosalie said, not even looking up from her sand castle as she used her fingers to carefully give the structure a scallop trim.

Emmet rolled his eyes; Rosalie could be such a princess sometimes! It was days like these when Emmet found himself feeling sorry for Jasper, Rosalie's brother. He was starting to realize why the boy was shy, he never got a chance to say anything!

Still, while Emmet was completely incapable of understanding Rosalie (or girls in general for that matter), he was also infinitely amazed by everything about her, and he wasn't even sure he wanted to understand.

"We can't just do everything you want to do," Emmet reasoned, and before Rosalie had a chance to inform him that, yes, as a matter of fact they could, he continued, "'Sides, the monkey bars are really fun!"

"But what if I fall?" Rosalie asked, looking up at Emmet, anxiety apparent in her voice. Emmet laughed, earning himself a sour, slightly hurt look from Rosalie, causing him to quiet down and explain himself."

"Everybody falls," Emmet elaborated quickly for fear of another fist full of sand in his face, "it doesn't matter."

"But if I fall I'll get my clothes all dirty," Rosalie argued, her voice a little higher than normal, "my daddy just got me this dress!" Emmet was completely confused,

"So?" Nope, he didn't get girls at all.

"So if I rip it or get dirt on it he'll be mad at me!" Rosalie was getting increasingly distraught, "and what if I mess up my hair?"

"It's okay Rose, look how dirty my clothes are! My parents don't care," Emmet grinned, displaying the rips in his jeans and the mud smearing his Power Rangers shirt. Rosalie cracked a smile.

"Yeah, and your hair's a wreck too."

"Well I wouldn't call it a wreck--" Emmet broke off has Rosalie's hand came up and ruffled his dark hair until it was an unruly mess.

"Now it is!" She smiled deviously.

"I guess it is," Emmet smiled, making no attempt to flatten his mussed hair, "so can we go on the monkey bars now? Pleeease?"

"I guess," Rosalie murmured, smile vanishing, "but... what if I fall? I could get hurt?" Rosalie frowned, starting to worry again. Emmet just smiled at her,

"If you fall Rose, I'll be there to catch you."

"Okay," Rosalie smiled back at him with shaky confidence, "let's go."

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