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This chapter is in Emmett's pov five years after the cruse ship. So he is 18, and Bella would be 14. I'm introducing Rosalie and Jasper (And kind of Alice. But she was the little girl with Carlisle and Esme!) in this chappy! You didn't think I was going to leave them out did you?

I stared at myself in my bedroom's mirror. I was wearing a black button-up long sleeve shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to my elbows, gray jeans and black dress shoes. My normally curly hair, was now gelled, straight, and pulled back. Anyone who looked at my outfit would just think it was just three things in my closest I through on that just happened to match. But I knew different. Everything I was wearing was designer. I probably would have been wearing ripped jeans and any shirt out of my closest if my 'little sister' Alice hadn't threatened not to come tonight if she didn't 'help' me choose my outfit. Really she went on a shopping trip and I swear she bought out the whole store for me to have one out fit to wear tonight. I have been here for five years and it still never failed to amaze me how much extra money the Cullen's had for Alice's 'little' shopping sprees.

"Emmett," Alice said as she entered the room in the dress for tonight. She was wearing a strapless red dress that had a pattern made of lace down to her waist, and got very loose and flowing. The front of her dress stopped at her knees, well in the back it went down to her ankles. She was wearing red heels that made her look a whole lot taller then she really was. The outfit looked to old on her tiny figure. She was 15 but you could easily mistake her for 13 or 14.

"YOU LOOK AS GREAT AS I SAID YOU WOULD IN THAT OUTFIT JUST WAIT 'TIL ROSE SEES YOU IN THAT!" she yelled as she started jumping up and down.

"I feel like a idiot," I stated. There was no lying there. Even after years I was not used to the designer clothing. When I lived with my parents we always had a budget, unlike the Cullen's which is next to nothing. Of course I always had knew and nice clothing, but my shirts never costed over a hundred dollars either.

"Noooooo," Alice said dragging the 'o' out and talking in a voice as if she was attempting to explain to a two year old about fashion. "You look dashing. And I'm sure Rose will think the same when she sees you." I rolled my eyes when she said dashing. I will never understand girls.

I opened my mouth to talk back smartly to her when my phone went off. I looked at it and I got a text message from Rosalie.

Hey, just pulling in the drive way with Jasper (;

I looked up at Alice, "They are here."

We walked downstairs only to see Esme opening the door for Jasper.

He locked eyes with Alice and smiled. Jasper was older then Alice, which means he looked much old then her. Where as she looked like a 13 or 14 year old he was 18. The only reason Carlisle and Esme let him go out with Alice is because he was a well rounded boy, not a troublemaker, and was a strait 'A' student.

"You look very hansom." Alice told him without taking her eyes off him. He looked a whole lot like me, just with a red shirt to match Alice's dress, and black jeans instead of my gray. I wonder if Rose got to him the same way Alice got to me.

"And you look beautiful," he told Alice. I rolled my eyes. I never really got the interactions between couples. All girls are in love with the idea of love, so I guess it sort of makes seance for them, but I never got why the guys say the things they do. I mean girls can look pretty or cute, but beautiful has always seemed a little extreme. I've never seen anyone I thought was beautiful so maybe I just don't understand yet.

"Where's Rose?" I asked Jasper. He was still looking at Alice after about a minute, and her eyes were glued to his lips as of about 15 seconds ago. Why didn't they just kiss? Like I said, I don't understand relationships.

"She's in the car finishing her hair and makeup," he said as if it were obvious, finally taking his eyes off Alice. I rolled my eyes at what Jasper said. The first time I ever saw Rose was when I was 13 and in eighth grade, and she was doing her hair then too.

I walked down the halls silently staring at my feet. I've been in Forks for over two weeks now and every day feels like the first. I still have nightmares at night about Izzy and our parents. It's scary.

I'll be standing in the middle of an intersection and see my parents red car coming towards me. To the side of me there was a stop sign, and about 50 yards behind was a huge black car going twice the legal speed limit. I looked back at my parents and I meet my mothers eyes. 'Emmett,' she would breath. Then my my name again. My father would look at me then stomp on the brake, but he to close for him to stop. I would close my eyes and wait for the impact that would never come , only to be replaced by a loud banging time I opened my eyes I wish I hadn't. There was my parents crushed and flipped over car and the black car ran into my mom's side of the car all only a few feet away from me.

That dream will never go away. It will always haunt me. It makes me feel like it's my fault my parents died.

As for the dreams with Izzy I never had a dream of how she died. I'm not even sure how she died, or if she died (I never gave myself that kind of hope though, it would only be crushed, it's better to think she's dead.) I actually would see memories of her as a baby to her fragile clumsy nine year old self. That was almost more haunting then the car crash.

"Emmett," Carlisle said bringing me out of my trance. "This is your first class."

I nodded. My 'parents' (I shuttered on the inside)walked me to my first class. Most teenagers would be embarrassed if their parents did that, but wanted nothing more then for my parents to walk me to my first class, my real parents.

I glanced inside and saw there was no teacher but about 15 students. Five girls were surrounding a desk. They were all kind of cute I guess. Just then the bell rang and all of the girls scurried over to their desks, clearing the way for me to see the girl who was sitting in that desk. She had a little hand mirror and was pulling her curly blond hair into a pony tail then pulling the hair band back out and brushing her hair out. She continued the patron over and over was kind of interesting to watch her. Maybe because it didn't remind me of anything my family did. My mom was never one to do her makeup or hair in public and Izzy was nine and couldn't car less.

Just then the teacher walked in. "I'm Mr. Franklin, you must be our new student, Emmett Cullen?"

"McCarty."

"Emmett McCarty, welcome to Forks middle school," he told me with a smile. I gave him a forced smile back and tried to ignore the fact that the whole class was watching us. "Um... you can sit next to... Rosalie. Rose?"

The cute blond girl raised her hand and smiled at me. I smiled back, but for the first time in over two weeks it wasn't forced.

I've changed since then. I still find it my fault Izzy died and if I think about it to long I will get depressed again. But I can live my life, I know if my parents and Izzy are watching me right now they would want me to be happy and live my life, not spend my whole life wondering why I got to live and they didn't. I would respect their wishes.

The door opened and Rosalie walked in she looked... there was no words for how she looked. She was wearing a white dress that went down to her knees. It was strapless and hugged her body nicely. At the top of her dress there was sparkles that went in a 'V' formation. From her waist down there were ruffles that completed the dress.

"Your catch flies," Alice said patting my check. "Rosalie Lillian Hale, I'm Impressed." Alice told her calmly but anyone could tell by the way she was almost jumping up and down that she was not feeling that way. The girls then went on talking.

I kept looking a Rose. I just couldn't get the picture out of my mind.

"I remember my first date with Alice," Jasper said coming to stand next to me. "I was even more helpless then you are."

I could feel a faint blush coming up on my checks. Now I was not one to blush, Izzy used to do enough of that for the whole family, but this was a topic I did not want to go into. But the truth was, this is my first date. Not just with Rose but all together. I went into a depressed state until I was 15, almost 16. After that I started to feel different feelings for Rosalie. Ever since we were 13 she has been my best friend, along with Jasper and Alice. She helped me get through everything. But when she went on dates with her boyfriend I would always feel jealous. It wasn't until last year that I finally started to understand why. I liked her. I want ed to ask her out, but she a boyfriend. So I decided to wait until they broke up and ask her out. So it was about 1 month ago they broke up, and just last week I got the courage to actually ask her out.

"Shut up," I said through my teeth. Jasper just laughed.

Rose and Alice looked at us, "Are you coming?"

I walked over and opened the door, "After you my lady." I used my very bad British accent.

Rosalie moved her back so she was standing straighter then before. "Thank you, kind sir," she laughed.

"Always the best for, miss Hale," I laughed as she walked out and I slammed the door behind me, in the faces of Alice and Jasper.

We were taking two cars. Alice and Jasper were taking Jasper's and Rosalie's car, where as we were taking my parents car (I didn't really want to take my jeep to the restaurant). That way in case I do end up taking Rose to a movie they can go home.

On first dates most people ask their date their like and dislikes, but I knew everything about her and she knew everything about, that comes from being friends for five years, so the car ride filled with silence. When we arrived at the restaurant Alice picked out, I don't even know what it's called there is no sign , the parking lot was completely full, so we had to park a over a block away. Alice and Jasper parked ahead to save us a booth, well me and Rose parked farther.

"Hey, Emmett?" she asked as the restaurant came into view.

"Yeah?"

"Why did you ask me out now?" I was not prepared for that question. Did she not want to go out with me? Did she see someone else she liked?

"Wh...what," I stuttered.

"I mean why did you ask me out now? Why not five years ago?" she asked continuing to stare strait forward.

This is a question I could answer because I've asked myself it over and over to kept myself sane over the last few years. "My friendship with you was to important to me. If you didn't like me the same way I didn't know what would happen to it. Every time you would go on a date with one of those jerks, I was always jealous, I never knew why though."

"Emmett," she took a long pause before continuing. "That's sweet," she said. But then she slapped me. "BUT INSANE! You want to know why I went out with all of those guys? It was to get your attention. If you would have asked me out I would have dumped whoever I was dating at the time in a heartbeat."

That's Rosalie for you. She always has the craziest ways of doing things but in the end they always make seance.

"Emmett, I have loved you since we were 13. I never knew if you felt the same though."

How do you respond to that? How do you ever respond to anything like that? Did I like her? That answer was simple. Yes. Did I love her though. I have known her for five years, she knew everything about me, as I knew everything about her. I was always jealous of the guys she went out with. I would give my life for her. The answer was obvious, wasn't it? The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them. "I love you too."

She laughed, and I smiled. I then realized that we had stopped moving on the sidewalk. I stared into her beautiful blue eyes and she stared right back into my brown ones. She took my appearance in as if she was meeting me for the first time. She stared at me as if she was trying to combine us into one person. A little girl with blond hair and brown eyes or a little boy with curly black hair and blue eyes. Ever since she was younger she has wanted to be a mother, that is the one thing she wanted more then anything in this world.

"They would be beautiful," I told her taking her face in my hands. She nodded. I leaned in never losing eye contact until our lips touched. The way it felt to be kissing her words could not describe. I pulled away and opened my eyes to the most beautiful thing. Rosalie's smile.

I smiled my big cheesy grin at her, and she laughed. I shook my head once, put my arm around her shoulder and slowly made our way to the restraint, enjoying every second that she was close to me.

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