Emmett held his phone as if it was a new born baby while we walked back to the car. It's now or never. I told myself as we passed Abercrombie and Fitch. "Hey Em?"

He looked up from his game of Human Tetris. "Hm?"

"Can we go into Abercrombie?" I paused waiting to see his reaction. "I..I wanted to get a new outfit. If that's okay." I hung my head. I actually sounded like Rose, well sorta.

"Honey, oh god sure…I never thought I'd see the day."

"Just remember," I took a deep breath. "I love you."

"Sure Bella." He stared at me strangely.

I smiled and directed my attention to the blasting music coming from the open doors and the two shirtless male models. They were well toned and steroid- muscular. Ah…gods who are natural. I let go of my boyfriend's hand. Time to go play. I strolled to the entrance, pulling off my big sunglasses while talking.

"Hey can one of you guys help me find a new outfit? I need some help." The one with the messy blonde hair jumped at the chance.

"Sure, right this way miss." Emmett glared at us as I followed him into the middle of the store. "So what are you looking for…" His voice broke off. "I'm sorry, I don't even know your name." He grinned sheepishly, now I knew this was some form of a pick up line.

"You don't need to know her name to help her find some clothes." Emmett growled.

"Emmett, calm down please." I said calmly, my voice with a ring of anger. He quieted down. "Bella," I held out my hand as the guy took it in his. I felt a small blush rise in my cheeks.

"Matt, and I'm guessing that's the overprotective brother right?" He laughed, still holding my hand.

"I'm her b-" Emmett snarled. I interrupted his words. We couldn't have Matt knowing I was taken could we?

"Anyways I need a skirt and maybe some type of sexy shirt?" I cocked my head to the side giving him my best smile. I felt like laughing, this was working better than planned. Matt's eyes glazed over. I looked towards Emmett's hand, he was practically crushing the poor phone. "Emmett," I muttered under my breath. "I worked hard enough to get you that phone and you're NOT getting another one if it breaks."

"Worked hard as a seductive slut you mean?" My eyes narrowed as he let out a reluctant laugh.

"They're over here Bella." Matt stepped between us. Thank god. I didn't want to have another fight with Emmett. We'd had one just the day before. I really didn't want this relationship to cave-in.

"Oh okay thanks." I smiled sweetly in the boy's direction. "Ooo…this is cute!" I held up a "dishtowel skirt" (also known as a two inch long skirt)

"Too short." Emmett retorted angrily.

"You would look really hot in that Bella." Matt contradicted. Poor Matt, he had no idea what Emmett was about to do to him now. I could practically see the steam flying out of his ears.

"Thanks," I murmured, ducking my head to conceal another blush. I really had to get more control on these sudden feelings. They would definitely give me away one day.

"Oh, and what about this shirt to go with it?" Matt held up a low v-neck tank top with thick tie straps. "Maybe in burgundy? That would look really good with your hair."

"Gay." Emmett coughed and I shot him a glare.

"Please excuse my brother." I was fuming, for him to attack Matt or anyone else like that was unacceptable. Emmett's eyes widened at my words.

"It's okay Bella, but since I'm god damn gay it won't matter if I hold your hand would it?" He smirked in Emmett's direction.

I took in a deep breath. "Nope go right ahead." I clasped his hand as he led me to the fitting room. I slipped into one of the empty rooms and locked the door. This was going exactly as planned, but I wasn't liking it one bit. Emmett would kill me when we got out of here. I gulped, hopefully Rosalie and Alice knew what they were talking about…but for him to call me a slut, I just… didn't expect it.

I unlocked the door with a soft click and held up the straps. "Um, can you tie this Matt?" I choked on my words. Where had that come from? Why in the world hadn't I asked MY boyfriend? This was going to go over the edge.

He walked over, gloating as if to say "she chose me, not you freak". "Sure Bella." His hands ran over the back of my neck as he took his time tying a bow. It actually felt nice to feel warmth against my skin instead of cold granite rock.

"Hem hem." We broke away, our eyes reverting in different directions. Had it really been that long?

"I think it looks good, I'll take it." I pivoted away from the mirror, tripping over an overflowing pile of clothes. I felt myself anxiously prepare to feel the impact of the solid flooring against skin but felt arms wrap around me. "Thanks Em.." I looked up into my savior's arms. "Matt." The way he held me was effortless, as if I weighted like a feather.

"It's okay, maybe we can go out for dinner and a movie sometime?" I pulled myself away.

"Um," I bit my lip. This prank had to be put to a stop. "I don't think that's a good idea…"

"THE HELL IT ISN'T!" Emmett roared over the music. His voice rang in my ears. He pulled me roughly towards him. "She is MY girlfriend and I DON'T WANT YOU TO TOUCH HER, UNDERSTAND TWERP?" whoa. Scary Emmett. Not a very pretty sight, just looking at him made me want to rock back and forth in panic.

Matt scoffed. Code red. Code red. The words were flashing and he was ignoring them. "Like I can't take you. Dude. This is muscle, what's that? Silicone?" My eyes flashed. Now THAT was going to far. Emmett cracked his knuckles. I stayed silent. I couldn't fight this battle. But I couldn't stand at the sidelines either.

"Emmett we should just go. Here." I ran into the room and stripped off the clothing. "Go pay for these." I threw them through the small crack in the top of the door.

"Whatever." He muttered, charging towards the check out line

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Emmett thrust the bag in my hands, and sped towards the car. I groaned he was probably too angry to speak. I stepped into the car hurriedly. "Is this your way of saying we're over?" His hands clenched the steering wheel.

"I…"