"Down…set…hike!" Emmett commanded as Carlisle hiked the ball into his hands and Emmett dropped back, quickly he surveyed his options.

I shot off down the field, Peter kept up with me easily, trying to block me, waving his hands in front of me basically trying to distract me, but I skirted around him, heading for the dubbed end-zone.

I looked at Emmett and profiled what he was planning; quickly I darted to the right, throwing Peter completely off guard.

Charlotte and Alice who had been focused on Rosalie thinking she was Emmett's target stayed with her. After all his motions were posed like he was going to throw to Rose, but I read his body language, I knew better.

Jasper charged Carlisle who was blocking for Emmett and I heard the boom as they collided, but I was focused on getting to where I knew the ball would be.

Emmett threw the ball with the expectation that I would read his body language and react, that I would be where he hoped I would be.

The ball and I reached the same spot at the same time like clockwork, scoring us another six points. Emmett came charging down field and lifted me up in his trademark bear hug

"Emmett…dude…put me down, I'm getting air sick up here!"

He gently put me down as Carlisle and Rosalie, the remainder of our team joined us.

Down the other end, I could see Alice, Peter, Jasper, and Charlotte strategizing how best to reclaim the touchdowns we had ambushed them with, they were getting nervous, I could read it all over their faces.

I glanced over at Esme, who sat contently on the sidelines on the seat of my ATV, keeping score. She held up a white board which said 24-12.

We usually don't keep score, especially not with a white board. But Jasper and Emmett had a bet going, big surprise and keeping a solid record of the game (so they couldn't argue about the details later) was necessary.

Pitting Alice and I against each other is the best thing to do, having us on the same team gives that team a tremendous advantage, at least this way it's somewhat even.

I was working twice as hard though to read her moves as she predicted them. She kept predicting my counter so it was kind of a one-sided fight.

I looked around slowly, glancing towards the path, as if he could read my thoughts Emmett shrugged

"I left him a note Chris, there's nothing else we can do, I mean aside from dragging him here." Emmett paused "not that I was considering that or anything,"

I frowned partly 'cause I was all for Emmett doing that. If only to show Edward how much fun he was truly missing.

Edward had barely said hi to any of us when he and Emmett had gotten back from hunting yesterday; he hadn't stopped to ask how Charlie had made out at the vet, the only one in the family who didn't ask, even Rosalie asked how Charlie was feeling, she had even helped me give him the antibiotic that the vet had prescribed to help his cold.

But I think at the moment, the rats had moved into a better position in Rosalie standings, they were now a few steps on the ladder ABOVE Edward, not difficult to do given the current situation, but knowing how much Rose hates the rats and how angry she is at Edward, it gives the rats a better vantage.

Edward really should be proud of himself; it's not easy to take Charlie and Chaplin's place as most hated creatures in our house according to Rose. But neither Rose nor I'd had the chance to rub that in his face, because Edward had taken off to…her house.

I don't think he had even seen Jasper's friends yet, and I wondered for a moment what the heck could be so fascinating at two in the morning, when most humans are sleeping, unless that's what he was doing, watching her sleep.

I rolled my eyes, and thought that over. Watching her sleep, arrrgh…someone needed to talk to him, no forget talking to him, that ship had sailed, someone needed to sucker punch some sense into him and I for one was all for Emmett doing it.

He had to be losing his mind, it was the only explanation I can come up with that's plausible. I was getting sick of all this crap he was pulling; I had to talk to him, one on one.

Lately I haven't been able to read him, but maybe it's 'cause I've BARELY seen him, it's getting frustrating and a little frightening, I mean what is so fascinating at watching some girl sleep. Personally it sounds really, really boring and even more important than that completely pointless.

I mean, unless she does something interesting when she sleeps, like sleepwalking. Y'know rearranging furniture, making a seven course meal, or changing all four tires on Chief Swan's cruiser like she was in the pits of a NASCAR race, stuff of that nature.

NOW that would be not only interesting, but entertaining to watch, but I've got a feeling that all she does is sleep.

Just 'cause we miss out on the sleeping thing, doesn't mean he needs to stalk some human watching them do what we can't, jealously, longing? I'd be more on the idea of pure utter insanity on my brother's part.

Sure in the beginning I missed sleeping, I missed dreaming, when I was a kid I liked creative writing, and I found some of my best ideas came from my dreams.

But also for a long time I found it hard to keep myself occupied, especially in the middle of the night when I knew I should be asleep.

Boredom was very typical for the longest time, and already having a short attention span did not help the situation at all.

I think the first week of being at the Cullens and dealing with the no sleep thing I believe I read all of Carlisle's medical textbooks, just for something to occupy my very bored mind, I drove my new siblings kind of nuts, they were used to occupying themselves, I was not.

Lets put it this way, I am the only fourteen year old in the world who could pass all the exams to become a neurosurgeon, just based on all the medical journals, text, and pamphlets that Carlisle had laying around his office.

I think that was when Rosalie discovered my fondness for taking mechanical things apart and putting them together, she used that ability, fondness, and going insane from the boredom to her advantage and that was when we began working on cars together. Within a week of Rosalie teaching me, I could take any car apart and put it back together in under an hour.

"Maybe I should run home, see if he's there-" I started to say.

Emmett gave me a look of death, which on anyone else I would've taken seriously; on my brother, it just looked ridicules.

"Kid we are up by twelve points and one more quarter to go you are not going anywhere. We can whip their butt's this time."

The sun was setting quickly, which was acting as our timer, when it set, that would be the game and it had about five minutes to go, just enough time for one last play.

I looked over at Carlisle, for what to do. At the mention of Edward though, the worn down face that had become a regular occurrence, reappeared on my father's face.

"Emmett is correct, Chris. I'm sure if Edward wanted to be here he would be, hopefully things will start going back to normal soon, for now let's enjoy the game."

I don't know why he even tried to reassure or even distract me with his words, when he knows I can read his emotions on his face, he's just as concerned over Edward's deranged behavior as I am, though he's more careful with the wording and he's more concerned than the betrayed I've been feeling. I've moved past the concerned stage.

Emmett however grinned wide, I'm not sure what was more important to him, distracting me from our brother's insanity, or the game, but either way, he wanted my focus off of Edward and on the game.

"Come on Chris, read them, what are they plotting? We have a lead to maintain! We can't let them beat us, again."

"Emmett's right, we can't let that happen again!" Rosalie exclaimed

I winced remembering the last time Charlotte and Peter visited and we played football. I underestimated Alice's predicting ability and even with Edward reading her mind and me reading her body language, we were slaughtered.

Edward couldn't read her mind 'cause she was focusing on a white wall from what Edward's told me and I was overconfident that I had read her perfectly and would lead our team to victory and well let's just leave it at it was not pretty, to this day Jasper and Peter have never let us forget that disaster.

"So come on Profiler, Profile them already!" Emmett replied, with such excitement in his voice that made me grin 'cause he sounded like a little kid "give us the play by play!"

"Seriously, do I look like John Madden to you?" I replied. "On second thought don't answer that."

I rolled my eyes and allowed myself one chuckle as I turned my attention to our opponents, keeping my emotions vague, I didn't need Jasper reading my emotions and spoiling my fun.

Even with the distance I could read them pretty well, this time I wouldn't make a mistake, I would not be overconfident.

I've learned to use my ability better than before; I'm not as trusting with it as I once was, my predictions and profile are suggestions, possibilities not facts.

My eyes went wide and I snorted back a laugh. My teammates looked at me confused, even Carlisle.

Emmett looked at our opponents quickly before looking back at me.

"What? What are they plotting?" He asked excitedly, he looked like that puppy from the vet's office and I held that laughter back as well.

"I don't believe it" I said to myself, shaking my head

"What!" Emmett pushed more forcefully

"They're gonna try a Statue of Liberty play." I finally answered. One, it's the oldest trick in the book and two they did it the LAST time Peter and Charlotte visited and we played, only last time, I didn't catch onto it in time, it was just the start of the butt whopping they gave us. "You'd think they'd try something new."

"Are you serious?" Rosalie exclaimed, coming up behind me shaking her head.

"Completely."

"Chris what are they going to do?"

I took a deep breath, reading not only Alice, but Jasper, Peter, and Charlotte as well, I had to cover all of them, something I should've done last time.

"Alice is going to try and throw us off, making us think they're not going to use that play and at the last possible second," I paused and glanced at Peter, then at Charlotte, "at the last second Alice is going to fake a throw to Jasper and pass the ball to Charlotte, while Peter runs behind them, acting like he has the ball. They're hoping that you two" I looked at Carlisle and Emmett "will be preoccupied chasin' Peter down the field, while Rosalie is trying to tackle Alice" I looked at my sister "good luck with that one." we all chuckled "they're hoping by the time I figure it out I wont be able to catch Charlotte as she runs down field, pretending to block for Peter and scoring on us." I took off my University of Michigan hat with the famous Wolverine mascot on it, and ran my hand through my hair, pushing my bangs up as I sighed, before slipping my cap back on "Gotta admit, it's not a bad play. I mean, who'd think they'd try it again."

I turned my hat around so it was on backwards and looked at Alice for a second, before looking back at Rosalie, Emmett, and Carlisle.

"Is there any way Alice will figure out that you know all that?" Emmett asked, contemplating our counter move, this is what I mean by Emmett and I make a great team, I give the scenario and the outcomes, and he runs with it to form a move. As Carlisle has repeatedly said, 'god help whoever gets into a real fight with us', you add Jasper and Edward into the mixture? We're talking total conquest we Cullen boys are lethal.

I glanced at our sister and studied her facial expression carefully. Confidence was written all over her face, either she was pretending and trying to throw me off and doing a damn good job, or she really thought the play would work.

"I see no sign of it right now, but y'know her, she could catch on any second, I say if they're ready we better do this 'fore that happens." I paused "just remember, there is no way we're gonna tackle Alice, it's not gonna happen" I looked at Emmett, "you try to keep Peter occupied, Rose you go for Charlotte stay with her, but let her get the ball, remember she's gonna have it, but Alice will make it look like she passed it to Peter."

"And what will I be doing?" Carlisle asked, a laugh in his voice.

I ducked my head,

"Sorry guys. I didn't mean to self proclaim Captain. Just kinda happened."

The three of them burst out laughing

"Hey without you we'd be getting our rears handed to us," Emmett reminded me "so Carlisle's right, what about you and him?" I grinned "what?"

"Carlisle you go for Jasper, he's gonna block for Alice and he'll expect that we send Emmett to ambush not you that'll surprise 'em for a few seconds at least."

"And you?" Rosalie asked

"I'm going for Alice."

"Kid, good plan, but you said it yourself there's no way to tackle her." Emmett asked obviously confused

"Who said anything about tackling her? Look if I ambush her I can counter each of her moves right away and either she fumbles or panics and tries to get the ball to Charlotte 'fore their actually ready. Either way, gives Rosalie time to get Charlotte who we CAN tackle." It had to work. I know it will.

We met our opponents on the line and fell into our positions, Carlisle in the middle ready to take on Jasper.

Rosalie squared off in front of Charlotte and Emmett across from Peter; I hung back, near Emmett, making it look like I was going to help Emmett with Peter.

Alice and I exchanged a look, she knew I was up to something, but for whatever reason, she hadn't foreseen my counter to her plan.

Here goes nothing, I thought

"Down…ready…HIKE!" Alice exclaimed the ball shot into her waiting hands.

Carlisle plowed towards Jasper who blocked him. I watched carefully as Charlotte ran behind Alice from the right and Peter did the same from the left.

The moment they crossed one another would be the deciding factor over who Alice faked the ball to, and who actually got it.

I darted around Jasper who was too busy with Carlisle to even consider blocking me as well, Emmett mirrored Peter's moves beautifully as did Rosalie.

I knew I wouldn't be able to tackle Alice, just like no one would be able to tackle me (easily at least), our gifts protect us well, but that didn't mean I couldn't try.

I dove at Alice who foresaw that and moved accordingly; in the blink of an eye, she passed the ball off, exactly like I thought she would, and as I expected she passed it to Charlotte, who covered it, but I had seen it.

As if synced, both her and Peter huddled their bodies as if they had the ball, trying to make me second guess who had it and believe me, if I hadn't already planned on this I would've pegged Peter for having the ball, because he acted as if he did.

He shot off down the field, with Charlotte in front of him, blocking for him. I've seen this move in a pro game; the outcome is usually the one who everyone thinks has the ball gets tackled while the real carrier makes it to the end zone. Bait and switch, decoy…call it what you will it's a sneaky play, but a very effective one.

Luckily everything worked out like it was supposed to, Emmett tackled Peter to the ground as Rose and I caught up with Charlotte and at the same time Emmett took out Peter, I blocked Charlotte as she slammed into me, Rose came up behind to tackle her.

But before she could, Charlotte dropped the ball. We both stared at the bouncing football for about two seconds, before we reacted, she scrambled to get at it, but I dove on top of it covering it with my body, in a tuck and roll kind of move.

In a flash I scooped the ball up in my arms and took off running towards the other side of the field.

I had calculated for everyone, except the one person I should've. I thought I'd have no trouble reaching the end zone and scoring us another six points, I was so bloody close, my confidence was at an all time high; nothing could stop me.

I should've known better.

I never saw Alice coming until the last second, I dodged left hoping to throw her off, but Alice saw my move and expertly mirrored it, before she tackled me to the ground. I slid through the mud and came to a stop on my back.

Alice happily stood up and promptly plunked herself on my chest.

"Nice try," she giggled, tapping my nose. I rolled my eyes and chuckled "but you're still over confident little brother."

"Right…lesson learned…got it…Get off!" I exclaimed between laughs "Emmett… Carlisle… Jasper… Somebody haaaaalp!"

By now the whole family, Peter and Charlotte included were stricken with fits of laughter and I found myself really wishing Edward was with us, this was hilarious, even I had to admit it and I was the one stuck.

"You know I think there's a rule in the NFL about sitting on your opponent." Emmett said in an as serious voice as he could muster around his laughter.

Jasper reached down and helped Alice to her feet as Peter reached his hand down to me and pulled me up

"Please tell me it warrant's some kinda penalty." I asked eagerly.

"Or maybe that was wrestling." Emmett replied, thinking that over.

I rolled my eyes.

"Just you wait, what goes around comes around Alice." I replied, chuckling a bit. Alice didn't answer me, instead she skipped over to Rosalie and Charlotte where they continued to giggle. "Y'know I'm thinkin' next time you guys visit, we change the teams 'round." I said, looking at Peter "let the giggle party over there be on one team." Peter, Jasper, and Emmett exchanged a look "or not."

Peter reached over and patted my shoulder

"I think a few more plays will have finally taught you two a lesson," he said, looking at both Emmett and I.

"In your bloody dreams Peter," I replied with a grin "line up, we got ball."