Author's Note: Hello again! I'm glad that you all could sympathize with the terrors of Furbies. In this chapter, Bella finds herself slightly insulted...

Chapter Two:

Emmett

I stood looking at the immense, monstrous pile in front of me. "Why did you do that?" I asked.

Emmett just laughed. "Rose needed more space to get herself organized."

"Ah," I said, not really understanding, having not yet seen the contents of his wife's closet. Emmett pulled an item from the top of the mound.

"We shall start with baseball." He said, jokingly formally, while handing me a mitt. "Separate all the stuff by sport. Then I'll go through them."

By the time I'd finished pulling all of the baseball equipment into its own grouping, thankful that baseball was a sport I semi-understood, Emmett had finished categorizing the rest – football, soccer, tennis, hockey, and even water polo.

I had a hard time keeping up as we stuffed the sports gear into large black bags. Walking past, Edward reminded him that I wasn't quite "up to speed" yet. I reminded my overly smug boyfriend that currently, that was his fault, and he shut up.

When each pile was halved, Emmett set to work replacing the items he was keeping in shelves in his side of the closet. I surveyed the bags of discards – catcher's helmet and a football shoulder pads, shin guards and various other protective items. I looked again and realized that there was exactly one of each item. How was it possible that Emmett had duplicates of everything he owned, in pristine condition?

I asked him this as we sorted through video games, organizing them by year on shelves that reminded me somewhat of Edward's CD collection. I wasn't entirely sure what worth there was in having seventeen Star Wars games, and multiples of each for three different systems, but kept my thoughts to myself. This family was confusing enough as it was.

"Bella," Emmett seemed to ponder over the best way to phrase his answer, "since I do just 'happen' to have duplicates, what do you suppose that I do with them?"

"Why don't you give those things to orphaned children, so that they can play sports and get scholarships into Ivy League schools, thus making millions of dollars in the future to prevent the future generation from the same fate? You could be ending world hunger and saving millions of lives."

"Would you mind taking them off my hands for me? You could wear them whenever we happen to be playing a dangerous game, or any game at all for that matter, or even just around the house would be beneficial to you…"

"But the poor, underprivileged children!" I protested. I did not like to be given things, nor did I like my clumsiness to be insulted.

"Bella, you are a walking recipe for disaster. You need these more than any homeless kid without a family."

"You really don't need to save my life." I sighed. Did all vampires have a superhero complex?

"Oh yes, we do." Came a voice from inside the closet. Rosalie poked her head out and pointed to the bags. "Emmett, start hauling those down to the Volvo. They'll leave a stain on the carpet."

"Aye, aye, cap'n." He saluted, and then picked up all of the bags - and myself - before running out to the Volvo. I debated the usefulness of screaming, but just settled in for the bumpy ride. Those bags were not staying at my house for any length of time - I would have to take it upon myself to save the world.