Written in BPOV

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. Stephenie Meyer does, as she does all associated characters. Not that I wouldn't mind owning Edward… Oh what fun! Hehe…

A Little Prologue For the Chapter:

Edward was frowning at me, his perfect face in a frown. "I'm sorry, Bella," he grimaced, rolling out from under my truck, "But it's broken. There's no way I can fix it."

He got up slowly, pausing only to wipe some mud off on his jeans. Even then, he still looked like a Greek God, with specks of mud adorning his face. I couldn't help but give him a small smile as I walked over to wrap my arms around him.

"It's okay," I whispered, trying to hide my disappointment, "Emmett did a number on it." He nodded sympathetically, and glanced back at my truck, as though he could simply wish it fixed. But the wheels were splayed out to the sides, and the two front doors were dented off their hinges. The bumper was gone, and the giant grill on the front was so covered in mud that it resembled nothing more than a brown wall. The little bit of rust that had been creeping up the sides had expanded into a massive rotting siege against the poor truck, and now, mixed rust and mud had turned the car completely brown. It was a pitiful sight.

I smiled back at him, trying to be more genuine. I knew he hated my truck, but I also knew he knew I loved it. He just wanted to make me happy.

He looked back at me, making my heart pound in my chest. A crooked smile grew on his face as he beamed at me, his topaz eyes glinting. "So you know what this means, right?" he whispered in my ear, his sweet breath cool against my skin.

I couldn't muster up a witty answer so I just shook my head into his shoulder. He grinned, and leaned back down towards my ear. "We get to go car shopping."

Emmett's Got Back

I sat nervously in the Volvo, fidgeting in my seat while waiting for Emmett. I had wanted Edward to take me, or rather demanded it, but Emmett had managed to persuade him otherwise. It made me furious.

According to Emmett, if I went with him I was far more likely to actually come home with a car than if I went shopping with Edward or Alice. Apparently they gave in too easily. (I remember snorting in surprise at that one; when had either of them ever NOT gotten their way?!) But I went along with it anyway. Not that I exactly had a choice.

But the fact that it was Emmett who had volunteered to take me was what made me extremely nervous. I still hadn't forgotten his words from last night, and was worried he might try to pull something. Edward had tried to calm me- he said Emmett wouldn't dare pull anything in public- but I still wasn't too sure. It was Emmett, after all; since when did he have any inhibitions?

I tried to shake the thoughts from my head as I saw Emmett walking towards the car, a devilish grin confirming my worries. I gulped and stared straight forward, refusing to make eye contact as he stepped into Edward's car.

He slid into the front seat, his huge figure brushing the ceiling of the car. I frowned slightly and scooted towards my window, exhaling under my breath. He would not be forgiven that easily for making me walk 5 miles home in the rain.

Emmett seemed to sense my anger, and he exhaled loudly, looked slightly annoyed as he turned towards me.

"Bella," he began in a very rehearsed manner, "I am sorry that I made you walk home in the rain. I am sorry I wrecked your truck, and I promise to be good and to help you find a new car." He said this with eyes closed, like he almost couldn't believe what he was saying. I snorted in disbelief, and his eyes snapped open in surprise.

I glared at him before I shook my head and rolled my eyes. "You're forgiven," I muttered, irritated. I turned back towards my window, not in the mood to make conversation. I muttered under my breath, "And who gave you those lines?"

I could see Emmett's solemn face twitch as he started the car, his hands gripping the steering wheel. I swear I could see a peek of a smile hiding on his face. "I have no idea what you're talking about." He said innocently. I had a strong feeling Edward may have told him to say that as well…

I laughed quietly to myself, and shook my head as the landscape started to fly by us.

It was an uneventful ride to the dealership in Port Angeles; I made sure Emmett stayed on all major roads this time, and he unwillingly obliged, only to get his revenge when I asked him to turn on his ipod. Emmett's rendition of "Play That Funky Music, White Boy," would have made Wild Cherry gasp in horror, I thought wryly.

But Emmett finally turned off his ipod and unplugged it from the car, making me look up in surprise.

The dealership was larger than I expected; its size would have been impressive even back in Phoenix. Huge white walls rose up, covering at least three stories. Plated glass windows covered the whole front, and I could feel my heart jump as I read the dealership sign: Mercedes Benz Dealers.

Emmett turned off the Volvo and stepped out, putting his ipod into his jacket pocket as he did so. He looked back at me expectantly, waiting for me to move. But I just sat there, frozen in horror, my mouth hanging slightly open.

Emmett walked over to the front of the car and tapped on the windshield, a worried look on his face. "You're not going to be sick or anything, are you?" he asked worriedly. "'Cause Edward would kill me if two days in a row…" His voice trailed off, his confused eyes never leaving my face.

"Take me home, Emmett." I whispered, my eyes wide, and still focused on the sign. There was no way in hell I was getting a Mercedes Benz- with my luck, it would be ruined before I even got a chance to drive it home. Edward really didn't know what he had gotten me into.

But Emmett rolled his eyes, snorting exasperatedly. "C'mon." he said opening my door. I reluctantly got out, and walked slowly behind Emmett into the monstrous dealership.

We hadn't been there but two seconds before the overwhelming scent hit my nose. It was a mixture of the lemony scent of Fantastic and freshness of Febreeze, all mixed with that new-car smell. I internally gagged, but I could see Emmett's smile deepen as we stepped inside.

A stout man in a tie and slacks walked up to us and gave us an unnatural smile. It reminded me of those Orbit White commercials, and I recoiled, wondering how anyone could look so unnatural.

"Good afternoon," he said, his position rigid, "Is there any way I can assist you?" His nametag read, "Hello, my name is Mark!" The unnaturally white smile never wavered from his face.

Emmett walked up to him, and I could see the man shrink back; Emmett had at least a foot on him, if not more. Emmett grinned, realizing it too, and held out his massive hand. I suppressed a smile.

"Emmett," he said, shaking the man's hand firmly. I could see mark's entire arm wobble. He pointed a finger in my direction. "And this is Bella, my, erm," he paused, glancing at me, "sister, I suppose." He smiled genuinely in my direction. "And she's looking for a car."

I smiled back at him, feeling a heady rush.

The salesman nodded, before turning to me to fire a series of questions. He asked me what model number I was interested in, torque power, gas mileage, cylinder number, wheel size, interior fabric preference… it was all so overwhelming. The most I could manage was a blank stare and an, "um…"

Emmett stepped in them, suggesting numbers and model types. I stared at the two of them in their conversation and shook my head ruefully; it was really like a different language. I just nodded my head at appropriate intervals and tried to fake interest.

The stout man nodded, apparently finished with the conversation. He gave a quick smile to me, and then spoke. "I'll talk with you two after you've found a car you like." He walked swiftly away.

I stared after him a moment, before snapping my head back to look at Emmett, who was scanning thoughtfully around the room. "Where do we start?" I asked. I had never felt more clueless or confused. Besides color, the cars all just looked the same to me.

Emmett rubbed his chin thoughtfully, before pointing to a car across the floor. "How about that one?" he suggested innocently, pointing in the general direction of about 5 huge SUVs. I raised my eyebrows and laughed without humor, elbowing him in the ribs. I tried to hide the throbbing pain that then shot through my elbow, instead leading him to the other side of the floor where about 6 cars stood in front of a black curtain.

"Let's try these," I said dryly. They look simple enough, I thought. They were all small SUVs, with room for four. I opened the door to a dark blue one and hopped up inside. Emmett walked around to the passenger seat and climbed in, his large body barely fitting through the doorframe. I smiled to myself as I looked around the interior.

The inside was light tan leather, and the seats were comfortable. The steering wheel was just right for someone my size, and even the dashboard looked cool- it was all lit up and had more features than I knew what to do with.

I looked over at Emmett, wanting to know his opinion. But he was preoccupied, staring out the dealership window onto the ground below, watching something intently, his eyes following whatever was moving on the ground below the black curtain.

"Emmett?" I asked, tapping his broad shoulder. He quickly turned back to me, in one of those disconcerting, blinding vampire movements. It threw me a little off guard, and I snapped backwards, a reflex reaction. My head hit the window with a dull thud, and Emmett chuckled.

He looked around the interior, and shrugged. "Why don't we look at a few more?" He suggested, "Maybe, over there?" he pointed near the curtain. His voice had a sly undertone that I couldn't quite pick up.

But I shrugged, letting it go, and climbed down from the car. He followed, now plugged into his ipod. I could hear "Baby Got Back" vibrating through the earpieces as he walked along, not showing any particular interest in any of the cars. He stopped walking when he reached the black curtain, and under his breath I could hear him singing along with Sir Mix A Lot. I laughed, and wondered why in the world he was listening to that song.

Emmett seemed to read my amused expression, and answered with mock horror. "What?" he said, "You don't like Sir Mix A Lot?" He chuckled again, that mocking grin never leaving his face.

I just shook my head. Raunchy rap songs weren't exactly my kind of music.

"The dance is even better," he informed me, grinning. He started mimicking some of the moves from the music video as he swayed around. "Let me guess," he said, rolling his eyes, "you can't do the dance?"

I let out an embarrassed laugh. "Not in public," I replied, scanning around the room. I was surprised at how few people were here; no one was even staring.

Emmett stopped dancing, and looked at me curiously. "Wait," he said, surprised, "So you actually can dance to Baby Got Back?" He snorted.

I looked up at him, irritated. He knew I hated dancing. I rolled my eyes and spoke in an annoyed tone. "Emmett, you couldn't pay me to dance. And especially not to Baby Got Back!"

Emmett looked at me thoughtfully for a moment, before grinning wickedly. "Could I bet you to, then?" He held out his ipod, taking the earphones out of his ears.

"Bet what?" I asked warily, eyeing the ipod suspiciously.

"If you dance to Baby Got Back," he started, and then rethought. "Only once," he added for emphasis and my benefit, "I would be willing to make a sacrifice." His voice was thick with mock sincerity and innocence.

I raised my eyebrows, waiting for him to continue.

"Not only," he began, "would I call a truce to this prank war," I smiled, and looked at him expectantly to finish, "But I would let you go home without a car and try to fix your truck."

I snorted and smirked, staring up at him. "I'm not falling for that, Emmett. Edward already looked at it. He said it couldn't be fixed."

"No," Emmett argued, looking like he was enjoying himself, "He said HE couldn't fix it. I know for a fact that Rose and I are far more capable." He smiled an angelic smile, looking at me with pleading eyes.

I opened my mouth, ready to say no, when Alice's story shot back into my head. "You have to beat him at his own game," I had stated, and I remember Alice's vindictive smile. "Exactly." She agreed, a smile upon her lips. I thought back to Emmett's offer. A truce would mean no more jokes or pranks. Emmett would have to actually be nice for a change.

I felt a smile creep slowly onto my face as I thought about how great that would be. "Okay," I agreed reluctantly. I looked up at him. "What should I do?"

He grinned at me, a smile stretched across his entire face. "It's simple," he said, handing me his ipod, "You dance to Baby Got Back for one minute, I call a truce and fix your truck."

I took it in my hands and looked up at him in astonishment. "Not here!" I hissed. "We're in public!" I could already feel my face turning bright red at just the thought of dancing in front of all the Mercedes Benz shoppers. I would never be able to come to Port Angeles again.

But Emmett nodded devilishly, jabbing his finger towards the curtain. "You can do it behind there," he said, as though this were obvious.

I peeked behind the black velvet. There was about 7 feet of unused space, and the window looked out over just some highway. No one would notice….

I grimaced, and stepped behind the curtain. Emmett leaned up next to the window, obvious enjoyment on his face. "But," I threatened, "If you EVER mention this EVER again," I held up a finger in warning, "I will hunt you down. Got it?"

Emmett tried to hide his smile at my threat. He held up a hand in a mock Boy Scout salute. 'I promise." He said sarcastically, and looked at me expectantly.

I closed my eyes in horror, and then opened them up with a groan as I began dancing to Baby Got Back.

Emmett was cracking up by the time I reached the one-minute mark. I quickly turned off the ipod and handed it back to him, feeling quite proud. I had actually bet against Emmett and won. Or so I thought…

As I handed him back the ipod, I happened to look down below the first story window into the parking lot. I gasped in horror as I finally saw why the floor was so empty; there was a huge sale outside. Hundreds of different Mercedes Benz were lined up in the parking lot, where right below me, some man in a suit was making a speech. But as I looked closer, I saw that no one was paying attention to him at all. Every one of the hundreds of pairs of eyes was glued on me.

I realized with a wave of utter humiliation that they must have seen the dance. All 200-something of them. My cheeks burned bright red as I backed up against the curtain, nearly knocking it over.

I looked over at Emmett, who was hunched over in laughter, and realized he must have known what was going on. I felt fury rise up in my face, turning it an even darker shade of red.

"I hate you, Emmett!" I growled, storming towards the exit and the Volvo. "I really fucking hate you!" But Emmett just laughed, keeping my pace easily.

This really annoyed me, and I whirled around, glaring at him. "You said we'd have a truce!" I screamed.

But Emmett just looked at me with laughter in his eyes. "We DO have a truce, Bella," he said, still chuckling, "Because now," He grinned deviously, "We're even."