BY THE WAY: I know I haven't mentioned this yet, but it IS kind of obvious. I am not Stephanie Meyer, and am not anywhere close to her writing -ingeniously-self. I don't know if that makes sense or not... Anyway. I don't own Twilight. Plain and simple. Cool.

"Sexiest man alive, Miles!" I went on and on. "OH MY GOD, SEXIEST MAN ALIVE."

He rolled his eyes and gripped the steering wheel to the Lexus tighter. I hadn't shut up about Emmett all night, and now he wasn't going to let me drive for a week as my punishment.

"Sexy, sexy, sexy." I said dreamily, staring out the window, and smiled.

Miles sighed, "Isn't the "Sexiest Man Alive" supposed to be Johnny Depp or something?" He tried to correct. He rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably. Boys happened to be a sore subject for him. He didn't know whether to be happy for me or overprotective.

"Not if a man like Emmett Cullen exists." I said sharply. "And stop being a party ruiner, Miles Wallis."

"Then stop going on about him." He said, pulling into the school's parking lot, and smacked the back of my head lightly.

"Ass." I stuck my tongue out at him, looking back out the window, and then squealed. "Ah! There he is!" I started bouncing up and down and they stared at our car driving up. Good thing they couldn't see me through the tinted windows. Well... I severely hoped they couldn't.

"SHUT UP!" He yelled, but I knew he wasn't really that mad at me. Just frustrated. He shot me with gun he made out of his hand, and then shot himself.

"Okay, okay." I gave in, and got out of the car. We walked up to the school together. "So, Miles. I sincerely want to hear about Angela."

He turned bright red, and looked away. "What about her?" He asked, trying to sound confused.

I scoffed. "Insulting!" I replied. "As if I don't KNOW. You love her." I said matter-of-factly, and he whipped around to look at me.

"Love is a strong word, Lee. I just think she's... beautiful... intelligent... sweet... perfect..." He dazed off, and I had to fight saying "Aww," because I KNEW he'd kill me, and probably never speak to me again.

I sighed and looped my arm through his. "Just ask her to dinner tonight. There's no way she could refuse you. The way I raised you and dress you, no girl could."

He chuckled. "Oh, so YOU raised ME now? I think I raised YOU." We stopped just outside my classroom.

"I'll save this debate for English," I told him, let him kiss me on the top of the head, and turned into class, thinking of the reasons I could refute, and use. It was a good morning and I had a big smile on my face.

I sat down and Jasper smiled at me. Trig, as always, left much fun to be desired but Jasper and I were playing tic-tac-toe so it wasn't so bad. With a few minutes left in class, he finally spoke. "I think my girlfriend plans to torture you," he said quietly, and then shook his head.

"I think I'm a big girl." I told him jokingly.

"I think you don't know what you're in for," he smiled playfully, and raised his eyebrows.

"I think you underestimate me."

"I think you underestimate Alice."

"I think you underestimate Emmett's ability to have my back."

"I think you are falling for Emmett."

"I think you're right." I blurted out, and then immediately turned the brightest red humanly possible. I got up out of my seat just as the bell rang and I barely heard Jasper say, "I TOLD him so!" as I raced out of the classroom.

'How was that even possible? Do I really like Emmett? I mean. Hello, look at him. He's gorgeous. But I don't know him that well or anything. But those eyes... are delicious. And Jasper told him so? He told Emmett! So what were they saying about me to bring that up? Maybe Alice was talking about me... Yeah. I'm sure that's all it was... right? Oh GOD there he is!'... Even my thoughts weren't coherent. I needed to slow down. I turned away from him and the rest of them, hoping to God that they didn't see me.

"Charley!" I heard a diminutive voice call out. Damn Alice! Damn her to the depths of hell! I put on a fake smile, which probably looked more like a grimace (I'd never been more nervous in my life) and turned to face them all. Great. Jasper had caught up with them. He winked at me, and I turned an even darker shade of blood red. I fell into step with them, walking to class.

"Hey, guys." I greeted, tugging on my hair, which was in a low ponytail behind my right ear. I had on a right black v-neck shirt with a white tank top underneath and boy's jeans, so they were a little baggy. I also had on my black corduroy Tom's and a chunky black bracelet. (My favourite outfit of all time!)

"Hey, Charley. Long time no see," Jasper said casually with a hint of mischief in his eye. I wanted to smack him where he stood. If he said ANYTHING to them... I simply glared at him.

Alice looked between us with a smirk. I guess he'd told at least her, because the others looked clueless. "Lee, Miles invited us all to come over after school. I just wanted to check if that was okay with you?" Her smirk only grew. Bitch.

"Sure, sure," I said quickly, happy for a subject change. "What time? Just directly after school?"

"Yeah," Emmett agreed slinging his arm over my shoulders, the weight almost causing me to collapse. "And that way we'll all have more time together."

I cringed. The house was still a mess. "Okay... Well... I'll cook if you guys want to eat with us?"

"Sounds good," Edward agreed quietly. I felt as if... he knew that something was terribly wrong with me. He probably guessed that Jasper and Alice's smirks meant something no so good for me.

Bella placed a warm hand on my arm. "I'll help if you'd like," she offered.

I smiled and nodded. "I might just order pizza, though, if you guys don't mind. It's cheaper than making a full meal for so many people." I explained, and felt bad when Bella's face fell just a little. "Just because... I know you guys won't like what I make..." I tried to cover but it didn't work. She still looked disappointed and I sounded like an ass.

"Well, here's our stop!" Alice dragged me into our classroom without much notice. "Girl, if there's any time for a makeover it's now! We're going to make my brother want you more than he already does!" She was so excited, and I immediately felt confused.

I took my seat next to Miles and she followed me there, sitting on my desk before class started. "Oh, be serious, Charley! He so loves you." She informed me, and my mouth fell wide. Then she walked to her desk, and I shot the biggest smile ever at Miles, who was shooting me the same look. I guessed Angela would be joining us that night.

The bell rang and the class fell silent.

We were walking to lunch and I was calming my nerves by play fighting with my twin. "Miles Wallis. I ABSOLUTELY raised you! Who cooks? Who cleans? Who does the laundry? Who scared away the big, mean kids?"

He laughed and shook his head. "I believe that last one was me. And who mowed the yard? And fixed up the house? And always cleaned up YOUR cuts and bruises and scrapes?" He challenged. As if that were really a challenge.

"Mowing and fixing makes you a man, not a father. And I cleaned up my own cuts, thanks, because blood makes you squeamish." We joined the others, but not their conversation. They began listening to ours instead as theirs died out. "I did all the motherly things. And who really raises the children? That's right. The mom. So, I win. I did, in fact, raise YOU." With that I flicked his forehead.

"Wouldn't your parents raise you?" Rosalie asked jokingly, not realising how close to home she was hitting.

Miles grabbed my hand, but it was on the table, so everyone else saw the gesture. Still, he knew it had to be done. If Miles Wallis didn't grab my hand I probably would start crying, then just fallen over and died. It had nearly happened and I had to be rushed to the hospital. Turns out you can die from sadness.

I looked at him and shot him a small smile. Not to show him I was okay. He knew I wasn't. I smiled at him to show him that I was ready to pretend I was okay. To show him I was ready to lie, and that I didn't want the truth told. Not yet.

"Yeah, I guess. They were never around much," He replied shortly, and released my hand. THAT discussion was effectively over.

We spent the rest of lunch speaking only of light topics, including what we were going to do for the remainder of the day. Emmett kept shooting me concerned looks, as well as everyone else, I think. I only noticed my own person God sitting to my right, though. He, too, took one of my hands underneath the table, and squeezed lightly before dropping it. I almost cried I was so happy, and laughed a little more than hysterically at a not-so-funny joke Bella had told. I was on cloud nine, in my own personal hell away from home.

We all arrived at our place shortly after school was let out. It was kind of fun to have Alice critique my decorating job. She seemed to be a big fan of EVERYTHING, especially my room, which was a little piece of Colorado in Forks. I couldn't let go, and I wouldn't. Not until I was in a healthier place.

We all sat in the bonus room in a big circle. Some were on sofas and I was on the floor with Jasper and Alice.

"My mother, Esme, is big into Interior Decorating, too," Edward told me. "It's what she does sometimes. Other than that, she's really a stay at home mother."

I nodded in understanding. I wish I were rich enough to do that. "I'm going to be a graphic designer, I think," I told them.

"I'm going to design clothes! I'll have my own line and everything!" Alice said excitedly, and I completely believed her. I had taken to noticing that she was VERY into fashion.

"You could be a celebrity shopper or whatever they're called," I suggested. "That would be a lot of fun, I think."

She smiled at me. "That would be! Yeah. Jasper wants to be in the military, but he won't because he knows it would kill me. So instead I think he should be a psychiatrist! He can always make people feel better."

Miles gave me a look, which I ignored. He keeps insisting that I should go to a psychiatrist, but I rejected that suggestion immediately.

"Yeah, I do seem to have a knack for that," Jasper said, but I could tell he would rather have gone off to war. What did he have to prove?

"I think be a photographer would be fun," Angela offered and everyone agreed. That would be SO much fun. "Maybe a fashion photographer?"

"I want to be a mechanic," Rosalie said, and my jaw dropped. Her? She could be a MODEL! Well... to each their own. I snapped my mouth shut and laughed just a little.

"You good with cars?"

"The best," Emmett answered for her, reminding me that he was there. But something was off. He sounded almost... grudging. Maybe he was mad because she was better than him?

"And what about you, Emmett?" Miles asked for me, knowing I didn't want to draw his attention to me. I was incredibly shy when it came to boys.

Emmett shrugged. "Not really sure just yet. What about you?"

Miles sighed, and gave me a hard look before turning back to Emmett. "Maybe a doctor."

I rolled my eyes. Blood made him squeamish. Well... my blood did. Other people's blood didn't. And he was always there to help the sick. I just didn't think... that he could do it. If he didn't save someone... it would drive him crazy. Having it on his hands that people lost their loved ones like we lost ours... Losing anyone. He couldn't handle that. But I kept my mouth shut. I didn't have to say it aloud for him to know what I was thinking. We'd had this discussion before. He rolled his eyes back at me.

"My father is a doctor. Maybe you could be his assistant while you learn," Edward suggested. "He wouldn't mind at all. He loves to help." I thought about how nice of a suggestion that was. These people were the nicest people ever.

"What about you?" I asked Edward, but before he could answer, I heard Alice's voice.

"Edward is going to be a musician. I know it!"

I looked at Edward, who blushed and scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "What instruments do you play?" I asked eagerly, and my mind drifted to the music room, which none of them had seen yet.

"Piano, I guess." He said shyly.

"And guitar!" Alice added.

"And he sings," Bella whispered dreamily. "His voice is amazing." She spoke louder.

I thought of another amazing voice, and I was sure that if Emmett did sing, his voice would be the best I'd ever heard. Perhaps it would even be better than just him talking.

Miles smiled at me, "Lee plays piano and sings as well." He stood up and made everyone else follow him. "I want to show you all something. He walked straight into the music room and walked up to a guitar, taking it for himself and I sat down at the piano, knowing quite well what my brother was planning.

"Help, I have done it again
I have been here many times before
Hurt myself again today
And, the worst part is there's no-one else to blame
Be my friend
Hold me, wrap me up
Unfold me
I am small
I'm needy
Warm me up
And breathe me
Ouch I have lost myself again
Lost myself and I am nowhere to be found,
Yeah I think that I might break
I've lost myself again and I feel unsafe
Be my friend
Hold me, wrap me up
Unfold me
I am small
I'm needy
Warm me up
And breathe me"

In the middle of the chorus, Shane came home from work and jumped on the drums in time for the drum part. We didn't have mallets or a violin, so it didn't sound quite right but everyone clapped at the end, and I laughed. Shane and I stood up and we all took a bow simultaneously.

"You guys are all so good," Bella commented, and hugged me. Which was weird, but whatever.

"Thanks, thanks. Now if you children would excuse me," Shane said making his way through the crowd packed in to the small room, "I have to go get ready for my date." He turned back and winked back at my brother and I.

I followed him out of the room. "What?? And just who do you have a date with?" I pestered. How did he even have TIME to find a date? It seemed like he was always... busy... Oh! That little man whore! "AND HOW LONG HAS THIS BEEN GOING ON??"

He laughed at my realization. "Well. It's the girl from the furniture store in La Push. Her name is Leah Clearwater. Remember her?"

"THREE WEEKS!?" I absolutely screeched. "You are the worst brother ever." I was absolutely hurt. Miles always told me about what was going on in his love life. I stalked out of the room.

"Love you too, Charley!" He called after me and I just went back to the Bonus Room where everyone was once again. I saw that they were turning on the X-Box.

"I play winner," I called sourly, stomping over to the couch and sitting in between Miles and Jasper. I knew it would be some shooting game, which was cool by me. Emmett was playing and I wanted to talk to him but knew I couldn't. That put me in an even worse mood.

Miles nudged me and raised his eyebrow.

"Our brother sucks. He's been dating some girl from La Push ever since we got here and he didn't tell me." I answered, glaring at the screen.

Miles laughed and Bella giggled. "I know some people from La Push. What's her name?"

"Leah Clearwater." Even her name sounded under-handed and wrong. I hated my brother for putting me in a bad mood.

Bella gasped. "She's dating again?? Oh, I'm so glad for her! She's been just devastated since Sam broke up with her."

Alice smirked. "Didn't he break up with her to go out with her cousin?"

Bella sighed... "Yes... but... love makes you do crazy things, I guess." As if that made that any better. Poor Leah! I felt bad for calling her name under-handed and wrong. Stupid conscience. Emmett growled, and I assumed it was over the game.

Rosalie spoke up randomly. She was playing the shooting game against Emmett, and I'd forgotten she was there. It was easy to do with so many people running around our apartment. "Speaking of La Push... Bella, you should invite Jake over, if that's alright with the Wallis'?" She sounded a little eager, and we agreed in order to keep the peace. I don't think she would've listened if we'd said no, anyway.

Bella called Jake and invited him over and he was there insanely fast. I guessed he sped worse than I did.

I was playing Call of Duty with Emmett when he knocked on the door, and Rosalie went to answer the door. They were up for there for a long time, too. An INSANELY long time...

Rosalie finally came down the stairs and I paused the game to greet the extremely tall Indian boy trailing behind her. I guess he didn't realize he had lipstick smeared a little off the side of his mouth, and some very noticeable red kisses trailing down his neck. Rosalie's hair was a mess and her lips were more than a little swollen. Ewww. Did they just get it on in my house? I rolled my eyes and looked at Emmett, whose jaw was clenched and he was holding his controller tighter than necessary. I touched his hand softly, as we were sitting so close, and it instantly relaxed.

I didn't pull my hand away as our eyes met, and I gave him a concerned look.

"Let's just... shoot some people." He suggested and we turned the game back on without introductions to Jake.

A few minutes later, Rose and Jake left together. As long as they weren't getting it on in MY house, I couldn't have cared less. I couldn't make up my mind to whether or not I really liked Rosalie, and she didn't seem that eager about me, either.

As soon as they left, Alice ran over to Emmett and hugged him. He ignored her and kept playing the game.

"Emmett, that was awful what she just did!" Alice said, and kissed his cheek. Jealousy flared inside me. I wanted to be the one comforting him. I knew that she was his sister, but I was jealous that she could touch him so openly, and I could not. I wanted to be there for him.

"I'm okay," he told her stiffly, but even his voice just... sounded hurt. The jealousy was beaten down by sadness. He must really like Rosalie.

Emmett must have noticed me watching the exchange curiously because he paused the game and looked at me. Alice went and sat back with Jasper, joining in with everyone else's conversation.

My angel and I stared at each other for a few seconds and he sighed. I put my hand over his; trying to be the one he wanted. I fought back my selfishness. This wasn't about me... this was about him. Focus.

"What's wrong?" I asked. "Don't tell me if you don't want to."

He shook his head, and he looked strained. He leaned in closer to me and his smell hit me like a ton of bricks. He smelled like cinnamon and green apples. His smell just made him all the more beautiful to me, and I couldn't help but feel sad that he wasn't mind.

"Charley, you may not know this but up until about two months ago, Rose and I dated. We'd been dating for years, and then she cheated on me with him. It's just hard, ya know? For me to see them together? It's rough. It's just a reminder that I wasn't enough." He closed his eyes and flipped the hand under mine over so that we were holding hands.

I gasped at the touch. The feeling of his hand and mine. It fit perfectly in his.

And something clicked in my head. He had growled earlier when Bella tried to justify Sam leaving Leah for her cousin. She said... "Love makes you do crazy things." Love makes you cheat? I don't think so.

And how could he not think he was enough? I decided that I DIDN'T like Rosalie. How could she cheat on her boyfriend? How could anyone, ever, cheat on Emmett? He was perfect. "Em..." He was so close... I could kiss him if I just leaned a little bit further forward. And I wanted to so badly, but I was afraid he wouldn't like that at all.

He opened his eyes, and put on a breathtaking smile, leaning back and taking his hands away from me. "Don't worry about me, I'm fine. I don't love her anymore. I can't. But... it still hurts."

I looked down. He DID love her. Ugh. Why did that make me so sad? No. That was not fair to him. This was about him. Not me. Focus. Focus. Really. Focus!

"But you're more than enough. You're everything." I mumbled low so he couldn't hear me. Little did I know, he did. And little did I know, that that's when he fell.

"Pizza's here!" Miles announced, and I got up, oblivious to my angel staring after me lovingly.

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