A/N: ***Movie Spoiler Warning*** All human, modern version of Twilight intermingled with stellar movie recommendations.

I grab milk and chocolate syrup from the fridge while Edward sections the cookie dough into perfectly symmetrical circles on the baking sheet. Emmett is bouncing in anticipation beside him, just waiting for an opening to swipe one of the pieces. I pull three cups from the cabinet (pink for me, blue for Emmett, and purple for Edward- as is tradition) and pour milk into each.

"Don't skimp on the chocolate this time, B."

I roll my eyes at my brother, knowing no amount will truly satisfy him. Luckily he's preoccupied with his master plan to get salmonella. Edward lays the final piece on the sheet and levels him with a dark look. "Touch one and lose a finger."

On cue, the oven beeps and Edward slips on my flower-print oven mitts to put them in. "Those suit you." Emmett mutters, resting his chin on the granite in full-pout mode. Edward grins and gives him the finger.

I snap a picture of Em and send it to Rose. Do these puppy dog eyes actually work on you?

I empty half the Hershey's bottle into Emmett's cup and add modest portions to mine and Edward's. When her response comes in, I snort and show it to Edward. Aww poor baby :( should I stop by so he can hump my leg?

Edward throws his head back and laughs. It's a singularly spectacular sound.

Emmett shoves his way between us to see and glowers at me. "I don't like you texting my girlfriend."

I shrug. "I don't like you dating my best friend."

"Ha! I thought Alice was your best friend."

"Irrelevant."

He smirks. "I bet she wouldn't think so." He turns to Edward. "Why don't we give little sister a call, huh Eddie?"

Edward frowns and holds up his hands. "I don't interfere in sibling disputes." He's always been Switzerland when Emmett and I argue, which I appreciate since he's technically Emmett's best friend, not mine. "And I'm not doing shit for you when you call me that."

Emmett is, of course, undeterred. "Still, I don't like it. And you guys shouldn't refer to me as a puppy. It's demoralizing."

Edward starts shaking as he tries to hold in a laugh. I make no such effort. "You must be a German Shepherd because that's a big word, Em."

"Uh huh. And what if I called you or Rosie a bitch? I bet that would go over really well." He beams like he just won the argument.

I arch an eyebrow, carefully lifting my phone in a threat. His eyes nearly bug out and he lunges for it as I run around the kitchen island.

"Isabella Marie Swan! I will burn every damn Charlotte Austen book in this house!" He roars, chasing me.

"It's Charlotte Brontë and Jane Austen, Fido." Okay, maybe I was taking this a bit too far. But that is my sisterly duty and I take my obligations very seriously.

He resembles one of those cartoon characters with steam billowing from their ears and Edward makes a slicing motion to me. When I mock type a text to Rose, he finally relents. "Drop it and you get to pick the movie."

Solid offer. I slowly lower my phone to the countertop. "Any movie? Even animated?"

He grimaces and scrubs a hand over his face. I don't tell him he looks exactly like Dad in that moment because I have some sense of compassion. "Fine but no princesses." I know the next stipulation before he even remembers to voice it. "And no Cars bullshit."

I grin at his blatant disgust and Edward pats his shoulder in sympathy. When the boys were little, they used to watch Cars on repeat and run around screaming "Ka-chow!" every ten seconds. Dad drove them up to Port Angeles for an autograph signing by Owen Wilson and they waited in line for almost three hours. Just as they reached the front, Mr. Wilson had to inexplicably leave and Emmett never got over the snub.

I stick out my hand to shake his. "I agree to your terms."

I scroll through Disney+ as Edward plates the cookies and decide on Inside Out. I've already seen it half a dozen times but I know the boys haven't and it's one of those movies I think everyone should experience. I can't speak to the specific profound impact it has but it's the kind of movie where when the lights come up in theater and the credits roll, you feel moved or inspired or have your faith restored in humanity. Plus, I have all the scores saved on my Spotify playlist.

Emmett predictably groans as he plops down on the couch beside me. "What is this shit?" He scans the synopsis and throws his head back into the cushions. "A happy, hockey-loving 11-year-old Midwestern girl and her life changing emotional experience? Are you fucking kidding me, B?"

Edward smirks as he sets our plates on the coffee table and settles next to him. "Come on, Em. It's got that old lady from the Office and the Parks & Rec chick. Best of both worlds."

For all his complaining, Emmett becomes engrossed in the first ten minutes. Enough to leave his remaining five cookies untouched until Edward pauses it for a pee break. I feel unreasonably happy that he's invested enough to pause it while he goes to the bathroom. There's something uniquely devastating about showing someone your favorite movie or tv show and watching them reject it. I turn to Em for his reaction and find him in deep concentration.

I snap my fingers in front of his face and his eyes lose that faraway look. "I think Allie is a mix of Joy and Fear."

"What?" I sputter incredulously.

He continues on as if I hadn't spoken. "And Rosie's kinda like Disgust but with better assets." I'm still speechless as Edward returns.

Apparently, he caught the tail end of Em's observations because he breaks into that dazzling grin and chuckles. "Okay, Ebert. What am I then?"

Emmett gives it some serious consideration and I'm in stitches once he speaks. "You're the broccoli pizza."

"Dick." Edward mutters, but he's still smiling.

We all watch silently until Bing Bong shows up and Edward gets his revenge. "And that's you. Lovable airhead."

Of course, once Bing Bong turns into forgotten mist, Emmett can't help himself. "Mhmm, I'm a noble, selfless hero."

Edward and I roll our eyes in sync but I guess neither of us has the heart to correct him. As the movie wraps up, Emmett starts to sniffle and I have to press my lips together to stay quiet. Don't get me wrong- I bawled the first three or four times too but I know the ending so I manage to keep it together this time.

The air leaves my lungs as Emmett pulls me in for a bear hug. I'm the first one to pummel him verbally or otherwise but my brother gives kickass hugs so I don't complain. Especially since he needs it in his current, fragile emotional state.

Edward smiles at us and I beat down the butterflies in my stomach. Broccoli pizza. I internally scoff at that description. He's warm and sweet and definitely mouth-watering with that grin and those emerald eyes. He's chocolate souffle or Grandma Swan's famous chicken parmesan. He's your brother's best friend.

I shake myself out of it as the movie ends and Emmett yawns. "I'm emotionally exhausted."

He springs to his feet and puts his cell to his ear. "What are you doing?" I ask, biting into my last cookie.

A rare blush colors his cheeks. "Calling Rosie to tell her she's my Joy."

Edward helps me with the dishes and we discuss the upcoming bio quiz. I always start out washing before he steals the sponge and relegates me to drying. Em and I tease him about his incessant OCD tendencies but I secretly find them endearing. Like the little crease between his eyebrows as he scrubs a tough spot on the baking sheet.

"Do you think I should ask Allie to join us next week? I know she feels left out." It's not the first time I've brought up this idea but Edward always strikes it down. Tonight is no exception.

"We both know we'd never make it through a movie with her." I don't agree out loud but I don't contest the point either. Alice is my best friend next to Rose so I do know she can't sit still for more than twenty minutes at a clip.

"I just feel bad."

He rinses my cup last and hands it to me, holding my eyes. "Don't. You have sleepovers and girl talks and shopping trips and on and on. This is our thing." My breath hitches and he hastily adds. "You, me, and Emmett, of course."

"Of course." I echo. My mouth feels dry as sandpaper and I refill my cup with water, gulping it down.

I go to put it back in the cabinet with the others when Edward reaches for my arm. "Bella," he says roughly. "Do you want me to have an aneurysm?"

I giggle and hand him the cup. He rewashes it merrily and exhales in relief when it's safely back in the cabinet. "Thank you."

I poke his side with a smile. "You're such a dork."

I jump sky high like one of those frightened cats when a throat clears. Dad walks in the kitchen and sets his gun down on the counter. "12:07" He announces dryly.

Edward gulps and I watch his Adam's apple bob with rapt fascination. "Uh, sorry, sir. I was just heading out." He tells me goodnight and all but sprints out of the house.

Dad chuckles as the front door shuts and I try not to glare at him. "Twelve years and he still calls me sir."

"You carry a gun. Edward's not stupid."

"Then he should have no problem telling time."

It takes everything in me to maintain a respectful tone. "You didn't care what time he left when he used to have sleepovers with Emmett."

"That's because he was young enough not to notice beautiful girls back then."

My cheeks burn and I fumble for a response but he bats a hand at me. "Not your fault, Bells. But it's my job to scare the living daylights out of him."

"Mission accomplished." I mutter, walking toward my bedroom.

"Oh and, uh, Bella?" I pause, turning back to him. "Maybe you'll come with me to Billy's on Sunday? Jake was asking about you."

The eye roll is painful to suppress. So Edward and every other human male is a horndog I must be protected from, but not Jacob Black. The hypocrisy is overwhelming but I decide to pick my battles. "Sure thing, Dad."

I walk past Emmett's room on the way to mine and hear him on the phone. "Baby, I'm like a Mastiff or a Great Dane. Or the Hulk." He pauses. "I know he's not a dog, Rosie. I'm just saying."

I change into PJ's and climb in bed, scrolling through Instagram until my eyes grow heavy. I instruct Siri to put on my sleep playlist and Clair de Lune plays softly as I drift off to sleep.

A/N: Who's joining the party next Friday? What should they watch?