A/N So I'm working out an updating schedule. I'm thinking that I'll do one story on Sunday and the other on Tuesday. I'm still working it out, though.

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Disclaimer: I'm apparently not cool enough to own Twilight. Aw.

BPOV

I walked into our apartment after Edward drove away. I was always a little sad to see Edward leave, but I always knew that he would come back later. I didn't dwell on it much; I had a more pressing issue to deal with.

Rosalie walked in silence with me to the living room. She knew about the Spanish Inquisition that was about to take place. I couldn't help the evil smirk that crossed my face at the thought. It was about time that I made her uncomfortable in a discussion about sex.

"So Rosalie," I said knowingly as I plopped down on my couch. "How was last night?"

"It was good," she said as she sat on her own couch. "The wine was delicious. I really liked all the different flavors."

"Oh, is that what you're calling it now?" I asked her with a huge smirk on my face.

"That's what I'm calling what?" she asked, feigning stupidity.

"Well, call me crazy, but I'm positive that you and Emmett had sex here last night," I told her.

She gasped and widened her eyes at me. The smirk on my face almost hurt because it was so big. Making her feel uncomfortable was amazing. I wondered vaguely if that was how Rosalie felt while making me uncomfortable.

"Am I really that transparent?" she asked uneasily.

"Well, yes," I said. I knew her too well; she couldn't hide anything from me. "Also, a little birdie told me that this happened in almost every room in the house."

It was amusing to see the conflicting emotions cross her face. She was mad at Emmett for telling me before she had, but she was also remembering what had happened. Her eyes glazed over in the lust-filled memories she was experiencing, but her mouth was set in an angry scowl. I smiled and crossed my legs as I waited for her response.

"Okay! You caught me!" she exclaimed while throwing her arms in the air.

"Say it," I said. "Out loud."

"I had sex with Emmett Cullen in this apartment!" she said.

"Well, now that we have gotten the obvious out of the way, tell me everything!" I said. Her entire demeanor changed with my words.

"Oh, my God, Bella," she said excitedly. "It was amazing. We went wine testing and he was so caring with me. He held my hand as we walked around. We were both a little tipsy from the wine, so we decided to get a taxi. We weren't ready to leave each other, so I invited him over. I blame the alcohol for my lack of judgement because I should have realized what would've happened. The second we got in the apartment I jumped his bones in the living room. When we were done, I was going to go to the kitchen and get us some drinks but he followed me and we had sex in the kitchen. It wasn't exactly the most comfortable experience but it was still amazing. We sat in the living room and talked for a while. It was getting late and I invited Emmett to sleep over. The second that we got into my bedroom, he picked me up and threw me on the bed. I got a call from Edward saying that you were sleeping over and he told us that we were to leave your room alone. It was like he knew what was going on. Well, he does know his brother, so I guess it wasn't that hard to figure out. Anyway, when we woke up, I decided to take a shower and he decided to shower with me. I made him breakfast and then he called his sister to pick him up. He kissed me goodbye and then left. It was the most wonderful night ever."

"It sounds like it," I said. "I'm glad that you had a good time. I really like Emmett and I think that he's really good for you. Have you told him that you're in love with him?"

"No," she said, sounding really surprised. "I'm not in love with him, so why would I tell him that?"

I was surprised that she didn't realize that she was in love with him. I couldn't understand how she couldn't see the changes in herself due to Emmett.

"Why don't you think that you're in love with him?" I asked.

"I don't know," she said. "I just don't think that I am in love with him."

I got up off the couch and walked over to her. I sat so that our heads were level to each other. I waited until I had her full eye contact.

"Emmett Cullen," I said to her. Her face immediately turned into a huge smile and her skin was practically glowing.

"You're going to sit there and tell me that you are not in love with Emmett?" I asked her.

"Oh, my God," she said. "I am in love with him! What do I do, Bella?"

"Well, telling him would help," I pointed out to her.

"Oh, right," she said.

She got up and ran to her room, dialing Emmetts number in the process. I smiled and shook my head at her. I was glad that she realized that she was in love with him. He had changed her so much.

I decided to turn on the television while I waited for Edward to call me. I felt like a kid again as I turned on SpongeBob SquarePants. I sung along with the theme song and laughed at the stupid things that SpongeBob and Patrick got themselves into. Halfway through the episode, my phone rang.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Hello, Bella," Edward said in his velvety smooth voice. "How are you?"

"I'm amazing," I told him. "I helped Rose realize that she is in love with your brother. She's on the phone with him right now."

He chuckled and said, "Well, that explains why Emmett randomly ran out of the room doing a happy dance a little while ago."

"That had to be a sight to see," I said. I giggled as I pictured him doing a silly dance.

"It was," he said. "So, I have another counseling session today, so I was wondering if you wanted to come to dinner with me."

"I would love that," I told him. "What do you want me to wear?"

"Well, I was thinking some place fancy, so have Rosalie get you something nice to wear," he said.

"That sounds good," I said. "Any hints as to where we are going to go?"

"Of course not, my dear Bella," he said jokingly. "That would ruin the surprise."

"Edward," I said. "You know how I don't like surprises."

"You also didn't like dancing and I changed that in one night," he pointed out. "I think I can change your dislike of surprises."

"Oh really?" I asked. "And how exactly do you plan on doing that?"

"I can think of a few things," he said, his voice deeper that it was usually.

"So what time are you going to get me?" I asked, trying to change the subject from the dangerous direction that it was heading.

"I was planning on picking you up around six in the Vanquish," he said. "Is that okay?"

"That would be wonderful," I said. "I look forward to seeing you then. I love you."

"Goodbye, my love," he said. "I love you, too."

I hung up my phone and smiled to myself. I wasn't going to tell anybody, but I really was excited for our dinner date. I had it really bad for Edward.

And I couldn't be happier about that fact.