A/N: This ENTIRE story is written for Kristina, my long lost twin!! I love ya, girl!! PS, read anything and everything written by Alice Cullens, she's AWESOME!!
I Don't Bite, I Swear by .o.O.o.Emmett.Is.Mine.o.O.o.
Chapter Five… Thinking
The ride home was fast, considering Emmett and the rest of his family drove at least twice the speed limit. The entire time, Edward tried to keep his car as close as possible, trying to read Emmett's thoughts. Of course, that was much harder after Emmett realized what he was doing and blocked them.
Once they all got home, Emmett used his extreme speed to get to his room before he was bombarded with questions. Once up there, he put some CDs in his sound system and turned it on, trying to think about the music, and not Kristina. It didn't work too well. Almost every song he heard reminded him of her, or something he wanted to know about her, and he just couldn't stop thinking about the girl...
After a while, Edward walked up to his door. Without waiting for a knock, Emmett said, "Come in," and sat up on the couch he had been laying on.
His brother walked in and closed the door behind him, though he knew it wouldn't do any good. Everyone else would be able to hear the conversation no matter what. "How ya doin'?" Edward asked conversationally, watching Emmett.
"Horrid," Emmett sighed. He stared at his 'brother' for a moment, letting him read his thoughts for the first time all day. I can't stop thinking about her, man. She just won't leave me alone. Everything I hear, everything I do reminds me of her in some odd way. I'm going to lose it if I can't see her soon.
Edward smirked. "Sucks, doesn't it?" Emmett nodded his head, closing his eyes calmly. "Well, now somebody knows how I felt before I really got together with Bella."
Gee, thanks for the help there Edward... Emmett thought, groaning and collapsing back into the couch. "Hey, man," Edward started. "That just makes it all the better once you actually get together with her."
I can't see that happening.
"And why the heck not? Man, she was thinking of you almost as much as you were thinking of her!"
Emmett glared at his brother. "Why were you listening to her thoughts?" he asked threateningly.
Edward realized he was treading on thin ice, and answered as quickly as he could. "You know I can't always choose who I listen to."
Emmett was still glaring at his brother, but not as much. "Edward, if you're just gonna bug me about Kristina, go back to Bella. I'm sure she's missing you."
Edward took the underlying threat seriously and walked out of his brother's room. Just outside the door, though, he said, "Emmett, Alice sees you getting together with Kristina. Don't fight it because you don't want to hurt her, trust me, that just makes things worse..."
Kristina's ride home was quiet, and relatively short. The entire time, though, she couldn't seem to stop thinking about the huge teen she had become fast friends with. Maybe more—NO! I'm not going to try that again... After her last break-up, Kristina promised herself she wasn't going to try dating again anytime soon.
The hole was too big in her to fill, just by dating some random boy she had only met earlier that day. She brought her wonderful Eclipse to a stop behind her mom's car in the driveway. Climbing out, she grabbed her stuff from the passenger seat and shut the door behind her.
She walked up to the front door and pulled a key out of her purse, unlocking the door and stepping inside as quietly as she could. Maybe, if she was lucky, her mom would be completely oblivious to her presence.
"Where have you been?!" her mother called from a different room. She was probably busy obsessively cooking something for her bakery.
"I just got out of school ten minutes ago, mom. I can't be here every instant I'm not at school. You're gonna have to get used to that," Kristina called back, heading down the stairs to her room.
"Fine. Just as long as you're not out partying with a bunch of boys..." Kristina didn't hear the rest, for she had slammed her door and turned on her radio. Her mother never stopped bugging her about things like that. She always had to have good grades, or get screamed at because they weren't quite up to her mother's expectations. It really sucked, but when you grow up with it, you get used to it.
She flopped down on her bed, sprawled out, and stared at the ceiling. If she could just stop thinking about a certain boy, she'd probably be fine. She could keep her grades up for her mother. But every time she thought about school, she pictured him sitting next to her in class, and her thoughts got away from her. Each and every time that happened, she shook her head, forcibly bringing herself back to the present.
After staying like that for almost an hour, she sat up and got out her homework, finishing off everything she hadn't gotten to during the day. The classes she had to work on, just so happened to be the same ones she had with Emmett. Wow. Completely shocking.
After that was all done, she got on the computer and surfed around for a bit, randomly looking at anything that seemed interesting. Around midnight, she began to get tired, and decided to shut down for the night.
She got out from behind her desk and stretched, looking around at her messy room. She hadn't been there for very long, but her room was already a mess. Clothes were mostly thrown into one corner of her room, though some of them had escaped to lay across her floor. Books were sitting on shelves and scattered across the ground. Posters were pinned up on the walls to make the place look more unique. She walked over to her dresser and pulled out a pair of silk PJs, put them on, and climbed into bed, smuggling into her black silk sheets and night-blue comforter. It took a while, but eventually her eyes began drifting closed. Her last coherent thought was: I'm glad I moved here... then she let sleep over-take her, dreaming about a tall, strong boy she had met earlier that day...