Sorry to everyone about this chapter coming oh, months after the last one. But, I'm on vacation, so chapters should be coming much sooner now. Sorry about how short this chapter is, my attention span isn't very long. Please, please, please review! I really love hearing feedback, positive or negative or constructive, whatever! Point is, review!

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Boxes

Bella POV

"Emmett, you and Jasper are going to clean up this mess, and I want you to try and fix my bed. Do you really want to have to explain how you broke my bed to Charlie? And if you do, I don't care, you're gonna fix it," I shouted toward Emmett and Jasper. They were both still standing in the front lawn doing absolutely nothing. When I got on the front porch I turned back around to see if they were still there, and sure enough, they were. "Could you please do it now, Emmett? We don't have all day, you know!" With that, I ran upstairs into my bedroom and grabbed all of the remaining articles of clothing and threw them in a box. Then, I put everything else in my room that wasn't clothes into another, smaller, box which had only had a few books in it. I did one last sweep of my room to make sure I had everything, and when I looked under my bed, I found something that wasn't even mine.

When I picked it up, I knew just by touching it, that it was one of Edward's jackets. I ran my hands over the soft beige suede, and brought it close enough for me to breathe in his sweet scent. It was amazing that the jacket still smelled like him, because I remembered him leaving it here months ago. I folded it neatly, and placed it on top of the boxes I already had stacked and ready to be piled into the jeep. I picked up these last remaining things, almost falling over in the process, and headed out the door to my room. It didn't really register in my mind how heavy the boxes were until I was halfway down the stairs. When I got to the last step, I let out a sigh of relief for having made it down the stairs without an accident. Sure enough, right as I walked across the threshold of the front door, I tripped. The boxes fell out of my hands, and I tumbled over them.

I was lucky that I fell into the grass, so I only had a couple grass stains on my jeans. It was a little weird to actually fall, because usually Edward is there to catch me (A/N I do realize that that is completely cliché, and is almost part of the lyrics to "Time After Time" but I still like it.). One thing was still the same as every other time I have tripped in the presence of vampires. The only thing I could hear was Emmett's booming laughter from right above me.

Emmett POV

"Well, Bella, I'm glad you saved your accident until you were outside, because if you ad tripped down the stairs, I wouldn't have been there to point out how funny it was!" I laughed. Bella's cheeks were completely red from her embarrassment, and she clumsily reached over to pick up a jacket that had fallen down at the same time as her. She put on the jacket, and tried to get up. I put one hand around her wrist, and pulled her up so she was standing. "What's with the jacket?" I asked, since it was way to big for her, and the weather was a bit warm for jeans and long sleeves.

She blushed again, and mumbled, "Oh, this...I'm just a little bit chilly, and I saw it was laying in the grass...didn't want it to get dirty...Edward's jacket..." I raised one eyebrow at her, still puzzled.

"No, really. I want to know. You can't possibly be cold, since it's 70 degrees outside, and you wear tanktops and shorts in this weather. By the way, I heard you say it's Edward's jacket. Do you seriously miss him that much after not being with him for a whole two hours that you feel like you need something to remind you of him? The only part I'm trying to work out is why you immediately grabbed it after you fell," I replied, and Bella flushed redder than before. "Is that really what it is?"

Bella POV

I could feel the skin on my face getting redder and redder with every word Emmett said. It's not that he was right or anything, but I thought he would make fun of me for the actual reason, which was kinda close to what he thought. I figured I might as well tell him the truth, since Emmett's explanation of my wearing of Edward's jacket made me seem clingy and pathetic.

"Emmett, you must swear that you won't laugh at me for this, and if you do, I will get Rosalie to punish you." Emmett nodded his head in understanding. "After I tripped and fell down, I grabbed Edward's jacket because...well, every time that I fall down, or almost have an accident, Edward is there to help me, or prevent it. This is the first time in a long time that he wasn't here, and it was weird for me, so by putting on the jacket, it was like he was here with me."

Emmett looked me in the eyes, and said seriously, "Bella, what you just told me was touching. So touching, it sounded like it was from a lifetime original movie." He busted out laughing, and I smiled. I had to give it to him, that was pretty good. Still, I playfully punched him (And I do mean playfully, because I've learned from past experiences that punching non-humans tends to hurt my hand really bad.) in the arm and pretended to be mad at him for laughing at me. "Alright, I'll make it up to you," he said, "I'll take these boxes and throw them in the jeep so you don't hurt yourself again, and then I'll bring your newly-fixed old bed back up to your old room." Emmett picked up the boxes and a streak of green and brown darted from where I was standing to where the jeep was parked, then to where my bed had been reconstructed, on the front lawn.

"Emmett, how do you plan on getting this," Rosalie pointed toward the bed, "through that," she glanced at the door, "in one piece without hitting any walls or breaking anything?" Emmett looked at the bed he was holding, to the door, then back at the bed.

"Shoot! Now I have to take it back apart, and I just reconstructed it!" Emmett crossed his arms on his chest and pouted, but started taking my bed apart. Rosalie laughed, and Jasper raised one eyebrow and cleared his throat.

"Emmett, don't you think you should take that," Jasper pointed at the headboard, "off first? Oh, but wait, you would know that, since you put the bed back together all by yourself, and had no help from anybody else." Emmett cursed under his breath and reluctantly reached over and unscrewed the headboard. As soon as he had started, he was already finished and trying to figure out how to put the bed back together all by himself, and cursing rather loudly in the process.

While Rosalie and Jasper were still laughing, I trudged back upstairs to see just how much damage had been done to my room with Emmett being alone in it for more than a minute. "Wow, Emmett, I'm shocked. You actually managed to do it. And didn't break anything." I walked over to where my bed sat, and lied down.

Emmett's expression went from anxious to smug in a matter of seconds. "I'm not stupid. I know how to put a bed together without help. Told ya I could do it! And it only took me..." he glanced at his watch, "less than 87 seconds and 29 milliseconds! Ha! I bet that's faster than Edward could do it..."

"Okay Emmett, whatever you want to think." Jasper chuckled, as he and Rosalie entered the room. "Bella, is there anything else left that we need to take down? Rosalie and I are going to take this load to the house."

"Umm.. not that I can think of. You guys can go ahead and leave, but make sure you come back, so you can help Emmett and I clean out the attic. Charlie asked me if I could do it, and now you can just help since you're here." I started toward the attic, and soon there was a blurred figure already there. "Okay, Emmett, you need to help me get up. Just give me a little boost." Emmett crouched down, and let me get up onto his shoulders. I grabbed the handle on the small attic door, and then Emmett stood up all the way so I could crawl up onto the attic floor. I flipped the light switch on, and when I turned around to see what needed to be done, I saw Emmett already reaching into boxes and pulling out everything in them.