Chapter 3

EdPOV

She wants to see our rooms. Oh no.

Mine was fine, but when it came to Emmett? We have a few problems with... err... posters. I looked at him trying to use out brotherly connection that we have, subtly of course.

Emmett, dude. Have you taken down the posters?

His eyes widened.

"Excuse me one second," he stood up from his seat then slowly, for Emmett, walked up the stairs. I could hear his bedroom door open and close and then pieces of paper being ripped up. Ripped up? Wow. He's actually getting rid of them. Who are you and what have you done to my perverted brother?

After about five minutes he came back down.

Thanks bro.

See, I told you we have a brotherly connection.

Jasper was smirking.

RPOV

Bella, Alice and I were all sitting on the couch. Waiting for mum to come home.

Silence.

Bella made a frustrated noise as she chucked Wuthering Heights on the table.

More silence.

Alice sighed and gave up on her design for a dress.

More silence.

I decided to break the silence.

"Do you reckon they're hot?"

"Oh my god I hope so," Alice said so quickly that I had to double check that she actually said the sentence.

"If there is a hot one... so help me..." I said dreamily. Bella laughed as I mimicked fainting.

"There better be a musician," Bella whispered as though it was a huge crime to be admitting that she wanted one.

"You got that right sister!" Alice and I said simultaneously.

"AND THEY BETTER HAVE GORGEOUS HAIR OR SOMEONE IS GOING TO HAVE TO PAY!" Alice has a thing with hair, but so does Bella... and I... I suppose it runs in the family.

"And have good cars of course!" I added in, me the one with the mechanical obsession.

"And be smart!"

"And be athletic!"

"And be romantic!"

"Hot!"

"Funny!"

"Hopelessly in love with us too!"

"Oh god! Don't forget the fact that they have to be able to hold all of our shopping bags!"

We cracked up laughing. The rest of the 'waiting period' went like this.

EmPOV

"So would you like to hear about the girls or show me around?" Esme said in her... chiming voice? I don't know... it was very motherly. She reminded me of those ladies in the shopping mall (A/N hehehe, American word!) with their little three year olds and their loving husbands following after them carrying the shopping bags.

"Well, since we are here, we might as well hear about the girls," Carlisle said. He had googly eyes for Esme, he wouldn't stop smiling.

"Ok then, so I have three girls, triplets. Like you boys, except they are a year younger than you, I think."

Triplets! Yay! Jasper and Edward seemed interested, like me.

"Their names are Rosalie, Bella and Alice. They all dance together, ballet, jazz, hip hop, the works. They are all very close."

I liked the name Rosalie, it was old fashioned but not abnormal.

"I'll talk about Alice first," she pulled out a picture and handed it to Carlisle, he looked at it then passed is to me; I saw a girl with short black hair and was very short, she was pretty, but not my type. I handed it on to Edward, he looked at her then passed it to Jasper. As soon as Jasper looked at the photograph he wouldn't look away. His eyes widened and his mouth dropped. I swear I heard him breath: "so beautiful." Well, that's a first. Edward and I glanced and knowing glance to each other. Jasper had the hots for the pixie girl called Alice.

"I have a copy, if you want." Esme said. Jasper nodded quickly. Esme and Jasper exchanged photos; he slipped it into his pocket.

"She is the... energy of the family," that seemed to be an in joke of the family, "She wants to pursue fashion when she goes to Dartmouth. She is a shopaholic, you think you might know the meaning of that word but when you meet Alice she puts a whole new light on the subject. She loves partying, safely, of course. Oh, and she is the shortest of all of us." Jasper listened intently the whole time.

"Then there is Rosalie," She pulled out another photograph. I was really starting to get the hang of that name, Rosalie, Rosalie, Rosalie. I wonder how I could shorten it? Rosa... no. Rose... maybe. Rosie... sweet. Ro... eww. I suppose I had to see the girl to know what I wanted it to be.The photo went to everyone; Edward looked mildly interested, he always does; Jasper didn't even look at her for one second, that bad huh? Carlisle blinked and smiled at Esme, which was a strange reaction; and then it came to me.

I was expecting someone that looked similar to Esme maybe. Not that good looking because of everyone's reaction. What I saw was definitely not what I expected, I suppose any guy that saw that photo wouldn't see it coming.

She was so beautiful.

I think I went into a state of shock.

I looked at Esme, I wanted to ask her so many questions. How old is she? Is she real? Is she a supermodel? What are her likes and dislikes? Would she like me? How is she related to you, she looks so different? Is she a robot built just for my desire? Is she human? Is she an angel? Is she the devil? Is she a goddess? Is she Aphrodite? Is this photo edited? How much make-up is she wearing? Is she wearing any make-up?

She had long blonde hair. She wasn't too skinny or over-weight, just the right size. Her cheeks were slightly pink, natural. She had pale-ish skin with light freckles covering her nose. Long legs that could go on and on. A very well sized chest, the gentleman in me said, even he couldn't deny it. She also had her mother's eyes, which looked beautifully wonderful on Esme, but so much more on Rosalie. She was my king of girl.

I looked at Carlisle, I couldn't wait, couldn't contain it: "When are we moving in?"

He didn't answer me so I just looked back at the photo. I could faintly hear everyone else laughing, but I didn't care, not when I had this angel in front of me. I felt as though if I looked away she would disappear and I would never see her again.

"Would you like a copy Emmett?" Esme asked. I nodded, still not able to speak.

A photo did this to me. A photo.

I looked at Jasper.

Did you feel like this when you saw Alice?

He nodded.

Esme and I switched photos, I pocketed it and gave my full attention to Esme, hoping that she would tell me more about Rosalie. So far I knew that: she was a triplet, danced, was a year younger than me and was beautiful.

"So Rosalie wants to study engineering in college. She loves cars and when she sees a new model of a car she is off and running to the owner to ask if she can take a look under the hood," she laughed at this, "Due to some occurrences she is a little hard to gain trust from, but is a very sweet girl," What 'occurrences?' "She is very loyal and family orientated with a bit of fight in her. She got her maternal side from me. Other than that she is just like a regular girl, I suppose."

And now I know that she is my dream girl. I pinched myself to check if I was dreaming.

I wasn't.

"So now there is Bella," Esme said, as she was looking in her bag, "but I seem to have forgotten it, I'm sorry."

Edward sighed in relief.

We all looked at him, Esme's eyes narrowed.

"Sorry..." Edward mumbled.

Dude, I looked at him, what was that about?

I'll tell you later...

I gave him my 'weird-ed out look' but shrugged it off. I could never truly understand what went on in his head, he was all like: world I come in peace; and then: I hate you all! Die in hell; the next. Bipolar is the word Jasper uses. And when Carlisle is angry at him: an unbalance in the chemicals of his brain.

"Ok well since that is done I suppose you can see the-er rooms," Carlisle said awkwardly.

"I think I've seen enough for today and it is getting late so I better get back to my girls," Esme said.

"I'll walk you to the door then," Carlisle said.

I heard the door closed and turned on Edward.

"What was that all about??"

"I'm sorry, it's just that there was a lot of pressure on me and you guys all found out that you really likes the girls and you thought that they were really pretty and then it was all left on me for this one girl and I could tell that Esme thought that I should like her and what if I don't what if she is some creep!"

"Ok, ok, calm down. There's no need for you to get you knickers in a not!"

I shook my head and walked away. See what I mean?