I know, I haven't updated in, forever, but here's an update.

THE PLAN Emmett

Kristine is like awesome; she's like half fish/half girl/half thingy with sharp teeth and claws and with a big pointy thing at the end of its tail. Wait… that doesn't work. Oh well, who gives, anyway I love this fishy girl, she doesn't even smell bad like the Mutt.

"Okay, are you in?" I whispered to her when we were away from my family.

"Would you drink my blood if I said no?" she asked.

"No, I'd just bug you 'til you said yes."

"Okay, I'm in, now, what do you need me to do?"

I explained to her the genius of my great plan, all the while making sure Hannah Montana songs were blasting through my head. No Edward is going to ruin this one.

I just recently discovered with Kristine some fucking awesome shit; once water is touching her she doesn't need to breathe; she can make water rock hard so people can't swim though it; and, the coolest of all, her tail is like a water gun. It can shoot water like a bullet through each of the pointy thingies, from 600 feet.

This is so going to be great.

I told Rosalie about this last night, not needing to hide my thoughts while we… ahem. Edward does NOT like to hear us going at it. She was in, and this was going to send them all into a huge fit.

I felt like giggling like a girl, but all that came out was an evil, deep chuckle. Oh well, it was good enough.

I went to class, staring at the droning teacher and wondering exactly how I would plan this prank out. Then I caught myself and started thinking of other things, meaning Rose. I knew that Edward would have stopped listening now so I planned it out a bit more, but only the parts that Rose would be involved in, and in those parts I was making sure to imagine her naked.

I came up with a few hundred ideas in that day, but I probably couldn't use any of them, unless I get what I needed.

In the car I thought of the usual things. Edward wasn't stealing things from my mind; I was the master man in this operation. Even if he did join I still wanted all the credit.

That night I informed Rose of any of the changes. And then I called Kristine, no one would be paying attention to anything I say now.

The phone rang for almost a century before she picked up. "Kristine here," she sounded a little puffed.

"It's Emmett, why did you take so long to pick up?" I whisper yelled.

"I was in the river, Emmett. My phone was on the dry land, ages away, I had to change back, run to the phone and then find it to answer," she explained.

"How did you hear it ring if you were in the water?"

"Didn't I already tell you that my hearing is great when I'm in the water?"

"Yeah, but you just said your phone wasn't in the water."

"But it was close, just on the bank under the sand and I felt the vibrations from the sand go into the water and heard it buzz from where I was."

"Why was it under the sand?" I might not know as much about mechanics as Rosalie but I knew that having sand in your phone probably wasn't a good thing.

"In case anyone came along. If you leave no evidence no one can accuse of the crime." Her tone went from slight cockiness to a little annoyance. "Any way, why are you calling me in the middle of the night?"

"Hey, it's not like you sleep anyway." I felt the need to defend myself, but answered her question none the less. "I'm calling about the prank."

"Oh," she sounded excited. "Is there anything I need to do yet?"

"Yeah, I need you to get back with boyfriend and annoy Abby as much as possible without getting her friends into the feud. Can you do that?"

"Can a bird fly? I've been waiting for a chance to get back at that backstabber, and I really miss Nick. But, I don't know if I should date him, he might see me change, or worse, I might hurt him accidentally. I'm stronger than I was before, I couldn't stand it if I injured him."

"Don't worry; you can get a few pointers from, E-man." I didn't use his name or even think it. That would bring his attention to us. "His little lamb was the most fragile thing when she was human. He had to protect her from himself and herself, she was clumsy too."

"You don't think he will suspect anything?" I could hear the hope in her voice; she must have really liked this guy.

"Not a chance. I think he understand the difficulties of love more than anyone in this family. He wouldn't question your motives." I was proud of my older/little brother. It was weird thinking him older than me while at the same time realize how much smaller he was than me. I wanted to think he was my little brother but the truth was I was the youngest boy in the family, excluding Jacob.

"It's been a long time, I don't know if he'll take me back." She tried, and failed, to hide a little sob.

"Emmett, give me the phone," Rosalie suddenly said. She held out her perfect hand, and I placed the little device in it.

"Kristine, it is Rosalie. That guy would be insane to reject you. Be confident, don't grovel for forgiveness, but do apologize. You'll have your man back in no time." Wow, comfort from Rosalie was rare, a compliment was even rarer.

Kristine was silent for a few moments, not knowing what to say most likely. Eventually she mumbled a thank you and Rose handed me back the phone.

"Okay, enough of the heartfelt moment, we're plotting the most evil and awesome thing, no lovey-dovey stuff," I commanded. "So, this is exactly what you need to do tomorrow…"

THE MAKE-UP Nick's point of view

School sucks, bad. The only reason I used to look forward to this hellhole has pushed everyone away. I sighed and turned over in my bed.

I always do this right before I fall asleep; it's just the best time for me to wrap my mind around things. It's too bad I forget most of the things I think when I wake up in the morning, oh well.

My mind wandered back to my girl. Something was wrong with her, something she really didn't want to share, and I wasn't going to be the one to push her into confessing. I really like her, like really like her, much more than any other of the girls around here.

I might even love her, but I'd never admit it, even to myself. I was only 19; I wasn't in for that serious stuff yet. It didn't mean I didn't want to be around her though.

But that wasn't really my choice anymore. When she pushed all her friends away I backed off with them, and she hasn't approached me since. I watch her whenever I can, and only twice have I caught her eyes on me. The first time she looked at me since the accident I got stupidly hopeful, something that was smothered when she quickly hid her gaze from me.

The second time I caught her glance was weeks away from the previous, and that time she didn't look away, she held my gaze and I got trapped in her blue eyes. They seemed to hold so much sadness that I had to look away, I hadn't looked into those blue depths since.

I chastise myself sometimes for that mistake; I miss her eyes so much that I wish I had the guts to stare back. I frequently wonder what the sadness was about, and make up my own reasons. Some idiotic part of me likes to wish it was because she wanted to be with me, but if she did why didn't she come to me already?

It's been two weeks since that last sight, and as I'm sitting in my bed, staring at my roof, I long to watch those eyes again, to have her warm body wrapped around mine as I drift to sleep, to feel her soft lips once again on mine.

Yes, I'm whipped, and I'm pathetic.

I remember the day the Cullens went to her table. I was across the cafeteria, watching my girl. When she opened up to them it was like a kick in the nuts. Jealousy roused within me again as I remember the times she has sat with them, laughing at some joke. I miss her laugh.

I groaned and thumped my head into my pillow.

Maybe she was ready; she has been hanging out with the Cullens, maybe she ready to hang out with me. As my mind started to become foggy with drowsiness I made a pledge, I would approach her tomorrow, if she rejected me then I'd move on, if not…

I woke up in the morning with the memories of my dream still playing behind my closed eyelids. I watched as Kristine walked away from me, concealing her eyes. I called but when she looked back over her shoulder she just sneered and I saw her blank, black eyes.

I jumped as I woke, trying to shake away the bad memory. I showered and dressed, ate, and went to school, yawning as I drove along in my truck.

I knew I wouldn't see her in the morning; she had a knack of turning up at the very last minute and still being on time for class. This morning was no different; her car wasn't there as I parked.

I went the opposite way than I should have gone to go to class, struck by a confidence I didn't know I possessed. I went to the hallway alongside her form class, it was around the corner but it was the only way to get there. I'd block her way and make her address me, screw class, who cares if I'm late.

My plan worked; just before the late bell was due to ring Kristine rounded the corner. Her eyes widened as she saw me in the empty hallway, she clutched her books and halted, eyes flicking from me to her class.

I watched her eyes, branding their image into my brain. If she did reject me I would not be left with a memory of a black eyed girl, I would still remember the ocean that her eyes were.

"Nick," she gasped after a long silence.

"Kristine," I replied.

I took in as much of her as I could while trying to be inconspicuous about it. Her tanned legs were showing under a white skirt. Her torso and arms was covered in a tight jacket, unzipped enough to show a little cleavage. Her multicolored hair shone under the dull hall lights.

Her high cheek bones were tinged slightly pink, and her full dark lips parted slightly over her white teeth. I met her eyes again last and was surprisingly unembarrassed that she caught me upraising her. I saw a little cockiness in those blue orbs, but the most prominent thing I saw in there was… longing?

Instead of looking away like a coward I held her gaze, trying to convey things to her that words could never convey. One of the things I like about her most is that she understands me, like she understood what I meant at that moment.

A smile shone from her face and she started running to me. She jumped at the last minute and I caught her just in time before she crashed her lips to mine. I responded like there had been no time away between us, we moved together perfectly, roughly at first but when the desire for each other started to lessen it became sweeter, slower.

We broke apart a good ten minutes later, both puffing but grinning like crazy. I let her fall to the floor and laced my hand through hers. I stroked one of her cheeks and she leaned into my hand. "I missed you," she whispered.

"I missed you too," I replied. The bell rang for the end of form. I led her to her class, our entwined hands swinging between us. We chatted absently and when we parted she gave me a smile that melted my heart. I went to class grinning like an idiot and barely heard the teacher drone on about whatever he taught.

My life just got a little bit better.

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