A Bonding Experience

(Part 2)

I starred after him in fright. Had he really just taken his shirt off and jumped in the ocean? What if the sun came out? What if a boat came by as he was surfacing while the sun was out? What if he didn't surface at all and just left me here? How well do I really know Emmett? And then he surfaced. And the sun wasn't out.

"Come on in." he called to me. "It's very refreshing."

"As much as I would like to, my leg, remember." I answered.

"Yes, that does pose a problem." He agreed. "Hold on, I'll be right back." And he dove back under again. I sat twiddling my thumbs, keeping an eye out for him as those same thoughts came back into my head.

What if a shark ate him? Could he survive that? Or what if an octopus got a hold of him? But then, again, he surfaced and he climbed back in the boat, something in his hand.

"Here." He said, thrusting the object toward me. "I got this for you." It was an oyster. I starred at it, confused.

"Open it." He insisted. I grabbed it from his hand and tried to open it. I couldn't.

"Umm." I started.

"Oh right." He said, remembering I wasn't as strong as he was. He easily pried the shells of the oyster apart to reveal a huge pink pearl!

I gasped. "Oh Emmett, it's beautiful."

"When we get back, we could have it made into a necklace." He suggested.

"That would be wonderful. Thank you." And I gave him a huge hug around his wet chest.

He laughed his bearish laugh. "Your welcome. Rosalie's never done that." I giggled too. "So, what would you like to do now?"

"I don't know. I thought you had the whole day planned out."

"I do. But thought I'd ask anyway, incase there was something you'd like to do that I haven't thought of. But I guess there isn't so, we're going back to land." And he started turning the boat around. It was very interesting, watching him steer it and he knew what else to do and exactly when to do it.

When we were safely back on land and the sailboat was securely tied up to the dock, we got back in the corvette.

"So, has Edward ever brought you out here?" he asked.

"No. I had no idea you guys new how to sail." I replied.

"That doesn't surprise me. Edward hates water. It's like some weird phobia of his."

"I didn't know vampires had phobias." I said.

"Yeah, most do. Like, Jasper's afraid of soda, the fizz freaks him out. He says when he was alive, it would've been considered witch craft."

"And Esme was afraid of our toaster for the first year we had it. She finally got so sick of the toast scaring her every time it came out, she started timing it to find out how long it takes it to heat."

I laughed. "So, what are you afraid of, Emmett Cullen?"

"I said most vampires were afraid of something. I'm not afraid of anything."

"I see." I replied, determined to ask Edward about this later. "So where are you taking me now?"

"You will see when we get there." He replied. "But until then, feel free to turn on the radio and please, not that crap that my brother listens to."

"You don't like classical music? But Edward plays it at home all the time, doesn't he?"

"Yes. That's bearable only because he is playing it. Otherwise, it's terrible."

"Alright. That's not the only kind of music I like." And I found my favorite rock station. We sat and listened to the radio for a while. I must have picked his favorite music, because he seamed to know every word to all the songs.

When we finally stopped, it was in front of a building with a lit up piece of pizza sign and lit words that said the name of a restaurant.

"What's this?" I asked.

"Your stomach has been rumbling for the last hour; I thought you might be hungry. Besides, this is the best pizza joint in Washington, so I've been told."

"Sounds good to me." I replied, embarrassed about my bodily functions. "I love pizza." We went inside and sat down at a table.

"Stay here." He instructed me. "I'll get you something good." And he went up to the counter to order a pizza. He returned a minute later with a plastic number and set at the edge of the table, as he sat down across from me.

"So, what have you thought of our day so far?" he asked.

"It's been awesome." I replied enthusiastically. "That was the first time I'd been on a boat in my life."

"Wow. A couple hours and I've already done something the great Edward Cullen hasn't." he said, smirking. "But onto better topics. Tell me something about yourself I don't know."

"Hmm." I thought for a minute. "Well, I was born in Forks, but left with my mom when I was only six months old."

"Where did you go to?" he inquired.

"California. We lived there for a while and then moved to Arizona. My mom likes warm weather."

"I see." He said. "I think I would live in it too if I were able to."

"Now tell me some stuff about you." I said as the pizza came to our table. It was huge and covered in tons of different toppings I would never have put on a pizza. Pickles, cucumber, and what I think was a peach, to name a few. And of course there was the usual-got-to-haves: pepperoni, green olives, and sun dried tomatoes, but no mushrooms, just the way I like it.

"How did you know the way I like my pizza?" I asked him before he could answer my first question.

"I guessed and then added a couple things I thought were different." He replied calmly. "And about your first question. I was born in Tennessee and, as you know, was being mauled by a bear when Rose found me."

"Had you ever met Rosalie before she saved you?" I quizzed.

"No." he said. "But I had seen her a couple times in my town. On cloudy days of course." He added.

"How old were you when Rosalie saved you?"

"Twenty." He replied.

"And what were you ding in the middle of bear infested woods?"

"Hunting." He replied chipperly. "My father was away and my mother needed some meat for dinner, so I went out hinting."

"How many times have you and Rosalie gotten married?" I asked, taking a large bite out of my steaming hot pizza.

"I stopped counting after seven. But it has been more than that. Rosalie likes it when people pay attention to her and what better way for people to do that than at a wedding? And sometimes afterward, if Carlisle and Esme are still living in the same place, we will live away from the others, sometimes in different states or countries."

"Interesting." I said, taking my second piece of pizza out of the pan.

"How does that taste?" he asked, all of a sudden turning very serious.

"Really good." I replied. "What's wrong?"

"I'll be right back." He said and got up and went out the door. I watched him out the window. He was going towards Rosalie's car, where some guys were standing, doing something. Once they saw Emmett coming at them, they ran away to reveal large, thick, spray paint lines all over the sides and seats. Emmett went after them and caught one of them by the back of the shirt, punching him hardly in the nose and sending him flying. The others stopped to watch their friend get beat up by the huge burly guy, then took off running them again. Emmett came back in after checking over the car carefully.

"Rosalie is going to kill me when she sees the car." He said, sitting back down in his seat. I didn't know what to say.

"We could leave now and see if we could find someone to fix it before we go home." I suggested.

"No!" he said loudly. "She'd kill me worse if she found out I let someone else work on her car. She still gets agree when she thinks about it being in someone else's possession at one time."

"Who's?" I asked.

"The dealer she bought it from." He replied, smirking to himself. "It's alright. I'll tell her what happened and maybe she won't bite my head off."

I smiled as best as I could, secretly thinking about what she might do to me when she found out I had been inside of it.

"Are you finished?" he asked, when he realized I had stopped eating.

"Yes." I replied, turning my attention back to him and away from my thoughts of the twenty different ways Rosalie would find to torture me.

"I thought we might catch a movie now." He said.

"Okay." I happily replied. "Which one?"

"You're asking me?" he asked, amazed. "I've always been told which one we were going to see. Hmm, well, there's a new movie I'd like to see."

"Which one?" I wondered.

"It's got lots of fast cars." He optimistically tried.

"Okay." I said. "Sounds like a Cullen movie. So, we got into Rosalie's newly painted car, me having to climb in the back to avoid sitting in wet paint.

When the movie was done, we got back into the car and discussed the movie. It was pretty much a mixture of Charlie's Angles and The Fast and the Furious movies. But, it was good, definitely not something I would've seen with Jessica.

"Should we go home?" he asked, as we drove out of Port Angles. It was now about 4:00.

"Sure. I am getting tired." I admitted. When we pulled up the Cullen's driveway, there was someone standing in the middle of the road. As we got closer, I realized who it was. Rosalie. She stood with her hands on her hips and when she saw what had happened to her once spotless car, I thought she was going to pass out. Emmett stopped the car in front of her.

"Bella, go in the house by Edward." He commanded. I nimbly got out and hobbled toward the door, hearing lots of screaming and loud bangs behind me.

"How was your day with Emmett?" Edward asked when I joined him in the front room. He was sitting at his piano.

"It was awesome. Though I think my day is going to end a lot better than his."

"He was asking for it the second he even thought about taking Rosalie's car without asking. She treats that thing like it's a gift given to her personally by God."

"I suppose I had better get you home. Charlie is probably wondering where you are." He continued after minute of us listening to the noises outside.

"Yes." I said and started limping toward the door.

Outside, Emmett lay sprawled on his back on the ground; dirt everywhere on is pearly white skin. Rosalie's car was no where to be seen, but there was a light on in the back where I assumed the garage was.

"Good bye Bella." He said weakly as we walked by.

"Good bye Emmett." I said and knelt down beside him and gave him a kiss on the cheek, then followed Edward to his car to take me home.