A/N: I think you people understand by now that I'm NOT Stephenie Meyer, this is for Kristina, and read anything and everything by Alice Cullens.
I Don't Bite, I Swear by .o.O.o.Emmett.Is.Mine.o.O.o.
Chapter Six... Families
"Ugh..." Kristina groaned, slamming her hand down hard on her alarm clock. Slowly, she sat up in bed and swung her feet out into the colder air. Climbing down off her bed, she headed to her closet to find something to wear. After a bit, she picked out a tight Gir shirt that said 'SCARY MONKEY SHOW', which she had gotten from Hot Topic, a pair of loose, beat up jeans, and her high tops. She walked upstairs and into the kitchen, fixing herself some frozen waffles and a bowl of cereal. She ate slowly, still trying to wake up.
"Kristina, it's time to get your ass out of bed!" her mother called from her room, yet again ignorant to where her daughter was.
Kristina rolled her eyes, even though her mom couldn't see her, and sighed loudly. "I'm already done eating, mom, so I'm just gonna leave now. See you later," she called, rushing out the door before her mom could say anything.
Going almost as fast as she could, Kristina rushed to get away from that awful house. Not that school was much better, mind, but at least Emmett was there. He was fun to talk to, and actually seemed to give a crap about her and her life. It was a nice feeling that she never got from her insensitive mother.
Kristina sped to school, oddly enough, and parked her Eclipse around where Emmett had parked his Jeep the day before. He and his family weren't here quite yet, which made her feel a little bit less like a freak. She really needed to get control of herself, she had only met this boy yesterday, and she was already attached. Pathetic... she thought to herself as she shook her head.
She walked slowly to her locker, deep in thought. What exactly was so special about this boy? And why could she not stop thinking about him? Kristina was beginning to think she needed some serious mental help, when she ran into her wall again, not quite falling this time, but stumbling back a couple steps.
"Crap," she mumbled, shaking her head to clear her thoughts.
"Kris, you alright?" Emmett asked, taking a few steps towards her and looking deeply concerned. "I hadn't meant to run into you like that. Again."
The girl's eyes shot open. "Kris?" she asked, staring at the boy before her, wondering why he had used her nickname after only knowing her for a day. She found it odd, but what was stranger was the fact that she liked it. It didn't sound as strange coming from him. With him using 'Kris,' it didn't sound like a boy's name, for some unknown reason.
Emmett would have blushed. "Yeah, sorry," Emmett started. "I used to know a girl named Christina, and she always told people to call her Chris. Old habits die hard, I guess..." he lied nervously, fishing with a light laugh, his eyes lighting up.
"No, it's not that I mind, it's just that nobody's used that nickname in a while..." she told him, remembering an old friend of hers. She smiled brightly again, and started walking towards her first class. "So, how was your night?" she asked conversationally.
He grinned internally at the thought that he didn't sleep. "Restless," he answered cryptically. His grin grew wider as he thought more and more about what her reaction would be if he told her he never slept. Ever.
"Emmett?" Kristina asked, waving a hand in front of his face. "You alright there, man?"
He resisted the urge to grab her hand, and instead shook his head to clear his thoughts. With her hand so close to his face, he could no longer ignore her scent. It was distinctly feminine, and not clouded by perfumes or body sprays. She smelled tropical, sweet and refreshing. Damn… Emmett thought, inhaling her scent further.
"Yeah, I'm great," he told her, shifting his stuff by his side.
They nearly slept through their respective first classes, finally reaching the first class they had together, walking to the back of the classroom to the same seats as before. Kristina set her stuff down by her desk, and turned to sit sideways in her seat to face the teenage boy. "So, what'd you do last night?"
"Eh, finished some homework and listened to some music. You?" he asked.
"Fought with my mom and worked on some homework. A lot of fun," she said sarcastically. Her smile lit up, but her eyes seemed a bit dull, in Emmett's opinion. There was definitely something she wasn't telling him.
"Yeah, sounds… bad. Fight with your mom much?" he asked. He was becoming concerned. She seemed to have a tougher life than him at the moment, and that was cause for concern. That, and he liked it more when she smiled. It filled the hole he had with light, not getting rid of it, but making him feel better.
She sighed deeply. "Yeah, we don't exactly get along. Actually, that's an understatement. We're at each other's throats most of the time. Isn't it just great?" she finished in sarcasm. Emmett just sat there, staring at her. How the heck could she be so calm about something like that?
"Sounds hard. I mean, why move here with your mom if you fight with her so much? Wouldn't it be more logical to live with your dad?" Emmett asked, curiosity getting the better of him.
"You would think that, wouldn't you? But, I don't know where my dad is at the moment, so I'm forced to live with my horrid mother." She paused, taking a deep breath and pasting a fake smile across her face. "So, what's your family like? It seems pretty big."
"Oh, my family's alright. You've met my siblings, and my mother and father are great. I swear, Esme could love just about anything, and Carlisle works in the hospital," Emmett said happily; he loved his family to death. Except for one certain member. Sometimes he wished she'd just crawl under a rock and die, and other times he wished for her back. It was really confusing.
Suddenly, with things in perspective, he felt guilty. He had a great family, while Kristina's was falling apart at the seams.
He looked down. "Sorry, I shouldn't brag about stuff like that."
Kristina still smiled. "I don't know why you're sorry. A great family is something to be proud of. I'm just stuck with mine, and there's nothing anybody can do about it."
Emmett looked up at her, and caught a glimpse of her eyes before he had to rush off to class before it started. They seemed bright on the outside, but there was still something haunting about them...