A/N: Here are all the outtakes, hopefully in order. Ha! I was stupid and didn't save them with the chapters they corresponded to until the very end, so I don't really know which one went with what. I'm not too bright sometimes. But here they all are, in some semblance of order in the way I sent them out. :-P Each POV is a new outtake. Enjoy!

BPOV

I let out a nervous sigh, smoothing down my dress Renee and Esme had picked out for me. I hated it, I looked like something out of a crappy teen movie. It was horrendously pink, and nothing like me at all. They'd done my hair up in some gross little chignon and tried to pin back my bangs with butterfly clips, and smothered me in makeup an inch thick.

I felt disgusting, but they said I looked beautiful. I scrutinized myself in the mirror and tried to look halfway excited. It just looked like a grimace, in the end.

I still couldn't believe those two meddling mothers had wrangled me into a prom date with Emmett… and even more astonished he had agreed to it. I knew it was only pity and a sense of familial duty that made him say yes and ask me.

He'd been embarrassed to ask me, I could tell, and not in the God-I-hope-she-says-yes kind of way, but in a I-can't-believe-I'm-asking-this-geek kind of way. He probably could have chosen any girl he wanted, but here he was, stuck with asking me, nerdy Bella Swan, as a favor to his mom.

"Mom, I'm starving," I whined as she bustled into my bedroom.

"You'll eat at the restaurant," she promised. Emmett had promised to take me out before we went to the dance. At least The Mothers hadn't insisted on a limo. That would have pushed both of our limits. They wanted us to pull out all the stops, to experience the glories of prom together. Truth be told, I just wanted to curl up in my sweats and reread Pride & Prejudice.

An hour later, I was still starving, but I was reading. Emmett was over a half an hour late, and Renee was busy trying to think of legitimate reasons why he wasn't here yet. I think she'd run out of feasible ones when she spouted, "Well, maybe there was a bank robbery and he's being held hostage." I just rolled my eyes at that.

Two hours later, Renee had given up starving me and handed me a plate of lasagna. I gulped it down, careful not to spill on my dress, not because I cared in particular, but because I knew Renee would shoot me if I got tomato sauce on it.

Three hours later, I changed into my beloved sweats, but I felt miserable. The white rose boutonniere was still sitting in it's plastic container on the coffee table, a constant reminder of my humiliation. I wanted to cry; my chest and throat felt thick, and the tears threatened to spill over. I wasn't sad, I was pissed. It was like that stupid movie, Never Been Kissed, only somehow worse. He hadn't taken the time to rub it in my face, he had just ignored me. Left me to ponder what the hell I'd done to deserve this. I was angry. I didn't deserve this, and I knew it. He had probably left me to get pussy, and he knew he wouldn't be getting it from me. If Emmett Cullen were the last man on earth, even if he begged, he'd never get me. Never.

Renee had the good senses to leave me alone and not push the topic. I didn't want her sympathy, and I didn't want her apology. This was Emmett's fault. He was stupid, and immature, and just plain mean.

I took off my glasses as I felt the deluge of tears coming, and I buried my head in the pillow closest by.

EmPOV

I adjusted my tie in the mirror, and gave a deep, exasperated sigh. I did not want to go to this thing. Swan was barely tolerable when she was just passing by, but to spend the whole night alone with her… this was going to be pure torture.

She was dull, to begin with. And plain. Not ugly, definitely not, but she wasn't exactly eye-catching. And everyone expected me to be with someone eye-catching. Jessica Stanley, or Lauren Mallory, even if Lauren's kisses left much to be desired. She seemed to think that more saliva equaled more fun. That could be true in theory, but not in her case. I shuddered thinking about the last time we exchanged saliva.

My mom came into my bedroom. "You look so handsome, Emmy Bear," she cooed, adjusting the bow tie I'd just fumbled over. Of course, she knew exactly how to make it picture perfect. "I'm so happy you're going with Bella. I just want you guys to get along!"

"I'll try. But Ma, she's so damn boring! She's always got a book in her hand."

"You'd do well to try the same, Emmett Cullen," she teased. "Just please, be nice. Treat her right, the way I always taught you to. And be sure to give her this." She thrust a whit rose corsage in my hands.

"I don't wanna give her flowers, that'll give her the wrong impression," I whined, but Mom just shot me a long look and walked out the door, probably to gossip with Renee about how their children were finally going on a date.

Not that I saw this as a date. More like a familial duty. Although the last thing I saw Swan as was a sister.

Suck it up and get out fast, Cullen, I told myself. My phone rang in my pocket, and I fished it out. Jessica.

"Hello?"

"Emmett, hi," she cooed. She always tried to sound seductive, but she was only successful 33.333% of the time. "Are you getting ready for prom?"

"Uh, obviously," I said, fiddling with my cufflinks.

"Well, I was thinking that you and your date could come along with me and Mike." Newton. I hated the fucker, and rumor had it he was following me to Wisconsin for college hockey.

"I dunno, I was hoping to ditch Swan pretty quick and come home."

"Can I come with you?" she purred. Yep, she was definitely trying to get in my pants.

"Maybe," I smirked. "We'll see."

"Well, maybe I could come with you to prom. You know, safety in numbers."

OK, now she was just plain obvious. But hell, I'm a horny seventeen year old guy. What the hell do you expect me to do? Clearly, I wasn't going to get any from Swan, not that I'd want it even if she offered. Although she did have some promising curves…

"I'll pick you up from your place. Why isn't Mike picking you up?"

"Oh, I don't know, he made up some lame excuse about his car being too dirty to let someone like me in it, but I don't believe a word he says."

"I'll be by your place in a few, OK? We'll have to swing by Swan's afterwards."

"If we make it that far," she purred.

Twenty minutes later, I pulled up to Jessica's house. It was dark, and when I knocked, she answered in nothing but a matching lacy bra and panty set.

"That's not a prom dress," I smirked, eyeing her up and down. I was SO getting lucky tonight. There was no way in hell Swan could ever look like that in her underwear.

BPOV

"Emmett," I whined. "Move over!" I tried to shove him over, but he just sat there on the edge of the treehouse entrance, which was a hole at the bottom of the house, not moving and giving me a huge evil grin.

"Nope, I like it here," he said, further planting himself on the ledge, swinging his legs around playfully, though he came awfully close to whapping me in the face.

"Knock it off, Emmy," I whined again. "Please let me up!" I was clinging to the ladder, a good eight feet up, and when you're 5 years old, you don't want to be hanging off the ground that high, or at least you didn't when you were the klutz I was.

"Nope, this is MY treehouse, it's at my house, and I say that no more girls are allowed here. You don't get to come up here anymore!" he taunted, still swinging his feet. Boys are so dumb.

"Emmett, please! I'm gonna tell my mom, and yours, too!"

"Fine," he muttered, but not before his leg gave one last flying kick and I felt the ladder start to lean. I desperately scrambled to grab the edge of the treehouse entrance, but it was too late. The ladder tilted, and I went with it, my palms flying out in front of me to break the fall.

"OWWW!!!" I screamed, crumpling on the ground as the ladder fell on top of me, and blood gushed into my palms.

"Bella!" Emmett shouted from above, stranded in the treehouse. Even from here, I could see that he was pale and worried, though I wasn't sure if it was because I was hurt, he was stuck in the tree, or because he was about to get his Hot Wheels AND Transformer collection taken away from him. "Are you OK?"

"No!" I sobbed. "It hurts! I'm telling."

"No, don't do that!" He jumped down from the treehouse in a mock-heroic move, and started to scream, too as he crumpled to the ground. "My leg! My foot! OW!"

We were both whimpering and moaning on the ground, our five year old bodies damaged.

"Emmett, you're so mean!"

"I hate you, Bella. You're gonna get us in so much trouble!"

"It's not my fault," I wailed.

At that moment, Renee and Esme both popped out of the Cullen's house, worried expressions on their faces.

"What on earth?!" Esme said as both moms ran to us.

"Emmett kicked me out of the tree!" I cried. "He's so mean, he wouldn't let me in and now…" I started to feel sick as I looked at my hands. They were scraped and bleeding. I hate blood…

"My leg hurts," he whined.

"It's not broken, baby, it's OK," Esme soothed. "When your father gets home we're going to have a little talk together…"

"No!" he moaned. "He's gonna be mad…"

"Yes, he will be. What you did was not nice, Emmett. Apologize to Bella now."

He glared at me, his jeans torn at the knee and blood seeping through the wound. "Sorry, Swan," he said. That was the first time of many that he would call me by my last name.

"Momma, there's so much blood," I said, starting to feel shaky.

"Let's go clean you up," she said, scooping me into her arms. I shot Emmett a dirty look before I was taken into the bathroom to get princess band-aids and boo-boo kisses from my momma.

BPOV

"Alice, you know that coconut rum makes me go crazy," I complained. She was pouring me another drink, and I was beginning to feel tingly, particularly in my southern regions. Alcohol always made me incredibly horny, and it was sad that I didn't have an outlet for it.

"Just enjoy it, Bella!" she exclaimed. If you think Alice is high energy during the day, you should see her when she's knocked back a few shots. It's pretty scary. "Here, drink this. It'll make you feel gooooood!"

"That's sort of the problem," I grumbled, and took the shot, but unfortunately, Alice heard my little rant.

"Why, Bella Swan, are you horrrrrrrny?!" she drawled. She got a wicked grin on her face, and I was uneasy. What was she up to?

"No…" I said, looking away.

"Yes you are! You SOOOOOO are!" she squealed. I rolled my eyes. We were new roommates, and it was taking me a long time to get used to her enthusiasm and her eerie ability to know what was going to happen. She got a certain look in her eyes when she predicted the thing coming up next.

And dammit, she had that look in her eyes again.

"I got a plan," she said. She was starting to slur her words. "We should make out." She widened her eyes, as if that made her look even more convincing.

"Huh? No!"

"Why not, it'll be fun!!!" she exclaimed. "C'mon. I don't have anyone. You don't have anyone. But we do have each other… and doesn't the rum make you feel gooooood?"

She was annoying me, but she did have a point. Alice ran her fingers up and down my arm, and I had to admit that it made the tingly feeling in my body intensify.

"You really want to kiss me? Me?" I asked, still unsure. It would feel good… I think… But I'd never kissed a girl before, and I wasn't sure how it would feel. Her lips looked awfully soft, and they reminded me of Jake's. But he was a guy, and Alice was definitely not.

"Why wouldn't I? Bella, you're so hot. I mean, really hot." Yup, Alice was toast. But then again… so was I. And she was starting to make more and more sense here. Why not feel good?

I studied her face. She looked bright and sunny, excited about the prospect of kissing me, apparently. The alcohol had raised a nice blush on her cheeks, and she had sex hair, without the sex, of course. I knew she was a virginal as me, though we'd both made a pact that we'd end that circumstance soon. Just not with each other. I suddenly felt the need to express that to her.

"Just a kiss," I clarified.

"Or two or three," she agreed with a giggle.

"OK, let's do it," I said, feeling bold. It must have been the rum.

"Yay!" she exclaimed, and before I could react, or think about how we were going to go about this, her arms were around me and we were kissing. My eyes were wide with shock, but I felt her tongue brushing against my bottom lip, and my eyes were drifting shut. Her lips were soft, just like I'd predicted, and it was odd to feel her breasts against mine. I didn't hate the feeling.

"Mmm," she hummed. "More, Bella."

She licked my bottom lip again, and I parted my lips. The feeling was indescribable, and I wasn't sure if it was because she was a girl, or because she was Alice. Either way, it felt amazing. My hands went to her hips, and felt her feminine curves. It was wonderful and disturbing, and I couldn't make myself stop.

I realized that she had pushed me onto my back, and she was lying on top of me on the couch. Our kisses grew in intensity, our tongues battling each other and soon we were both moaning.

I don't know what changed, but almost as instantly as it started, Alice was pulling back, and I shocked myself by groaning in displeasure. I wasn't ready to quit.

"Bella, you're such a good kisser!" she marveled, and hopped up from the couch. My body was still reacting from her touch.

"You're good, too, Alice," I said shyly. I didn't want to ask her for more, she was clearly done experimenting, if that's what it was.

"I think I want to dance now," she said, as if she had a list of things to do when you get drunk: 1) make out with your roommate. 2) dance. 3) rob a bank. I really hoped I was wrong about the last one.

"Uh, sure," I said. I hated dancing, but if that's what she wanted to do, well… Apparently she could convince me to do all sorts of things I hadn't expected.

"And then we can kiss some more when we dance," she added, and suddenly I was a lot more willing to party it up.

EmPOV

"Bella, we don't have to do this," I said, reassuring her for the twentieth time tonight. "I don't want you to feel pressured in any way."

"No, no, I want to," she said. Her lips were red and swollen from our hours-long make out session, and she kept licking her lips, no doubt still tasting me on her lips. I hoped to do the same soon.

I still couldn't believe that no one had ever tasted her, no one had even tried to pleasure her. It was all I ever thought about half the time. I was dying to know just how she tasted.

"I just don't want you to think I'm forcing you."

"Emmett." She took my head in her hands and looked into my eyes. "You are pretty much on bed rest. It would be pretty hard for you to force me to do anything. All I'd have to do was get off the bed and you'd be stuck." She grinned at me.

"OK, fine," I relented. She was still straddling me, both of us naked and ready. I could practically smell her arousal from here. I knew she was nervous, but I also knew she was excited by it, too. My hand dug into her hips, urging her to move further north. It was nearly unbearable to have her so wet and ready for me, so close to my waiting cock, and know that it was still physically impossible.

So my tongue in her pussy would just have to do. I was so fucking hard just thinking about her, hovering over me, letting me pleasure her, my fingers digging in her flesh.

"I'm ready," she said, and I just about came right then and there. She was so eager, so willing, and I was just as enthused.

"Come here," I whispered, and she nervously straddled my face.

"Well hello there," I murmured, staring up at the most beautiful sight in my life. She was practically dripping, and I hadn't even touched her yet. It was overwhelming, the look of her, the scent of her, and now, as I used my fingers to trace her lower lips, brushing against her clit, the feel of her. She was so wet.

"Oh God," she whimpered. "Emmett."

I took my time, exploring her with my fingers only, making sure I wasn't pushing her too fast. When her gasps and mewls were appropriately aroused, I pushed a finger inside her. She cried out, and I wanted to, too. She was so incredibly tight. I couldn't wait until I could replace my finger with my cock.

"Are you OK?" I asked.

"Mmm hmm," she agreed. She wiggled her hips slightly, tempting me.

"Can I use my mouth?" I asked, wanting to make sure she was absolutely OK with this.

"If you want," she sighed, pushing herself down on my finger.

"Oh, I want," I said, and ran my tongue up and down her wetness.

"OH!" she shouted out, and her hands flew to the headboard to hang on tight. I nudged her clit with my nose, and she cried out again. I loved how responsive she was. And I was right. She tasted incredible.

I dipped another finger into her while I lapped at her clit. She kept moving her hips so that she was nearly riding my fingers, my tongue, my face.

"Fuck, Emmett," she groaned. "I'm… I'm gonna… so close…"

I crooked my fingers inside her, brushing against what I knew was her G-spot, and she screamed as she pulsed around my fingers, gushing into my waiting mouth. I lapped up every bit of her juices, savoring the taste, drawing out her orgasm.

"Fuck," she kept whimpering. She finally stilled, and moved away from my face. God, I missed her already. "Thank you, Emmett," she whispered, looking shy. She was blushing from head to toe, and I was aching for her again. I wanted nothing more than to be balls deep inside her, but right now it just wasn't possible.

"No, thank YOU," I said. "Thank you for letting me be first."

"I can't believe I came so quick," she said. "You must have magic fingers… among other things…"

My ego (and cock) swelled with pride. "Baby, I'm going to use those magic fingers on you any chance I can get."

"Mmm, good," she said, looking sleepy. I pulled her to me, and we fell asleep together with our fingers laced together. God, I love this woman.

EmPOV

The first time I ever stepped on to the ice, I was eight. My parents had taken me to Seattle for my birthday, and they decided to take me to go skating one rainy afternoon. I'd never been near a rink before, and I'd never strapped blades to the bottom of my feet and tried to walk around, either. I was rather embarrassed when I took one step in my hockey boots and fell flat on my face. My dad guffawed, and my mom ran to me and kissed the palms of my hands.

"Ma," I whined. "Stop that! People can see!"

"Let 'em see," she said, ruffling my hair and giving me another kiss on my cheek. "You ready, my big boy?"

I pouted for a minute, but then I saw my dad step onto the ice and hold out his hands to me, and I wobbled over to him. He held my hands as he helped me onto the ice. Dad skating backwards as he guided me away from the walls. I took three steps, and fell flat on my face again. I was glad Mom had put gloves on me, or the cold would have burned.

"C'mon, sport," Dad said, and helped me up. "Let's try this." He held his palms flat down and held them out in front of him. "Now take steps," he said, after he'd positioned my hands in the same way. "Hands on the table," he said, and it almost sounded like he was babying me again, but I didn't think he really was. I took a shaky step, and then another, and then another.

And to my surprise, it worked. I wasn't falling. I grew steady on my legs, and I copied all the other hockey players on the ice. I was moving! The cold air felt really good against my cheeks, making them red, and I went faster and faster. Soon I was passing people, and out skating my dad. My heart beat fast as I connected to the ice. It felt good. I swerved around the slower skaters, the little girls in shiny pink costumes with toe picks on the end of their blades, people holding hands.

My dad had to finally entice me off the ice with the promise of a hot dog and ice cream.

"You were amazing, son!" he said proudly.

"I can't believe how quickly you took to the ice!" my mother marveled. She was untying my boots and pulling them off of my feet. I was sad.

"I wanna skate more," I said. My parents looked at each other.

"There's a rink in Port Angeles," my mom said. "Maybe we can arrange for some lessons."

"YEAH!" I said, pumping my fist in the air. I belonged on the ice. Even then, I knew it was right.

Chapter 24 - Renee POV

Bella was crying again. I shifted her in my arms, rocking her back and forth, trying to soothe her. She was only a few weeks old, and I was trying very hard not to feel like an incompetent mother, but each time she cried and I couldn't figure out what was wrong, I felt frazzled and inadequate.

And then, of course, Esme had to sweep into the room with a contentedly sleeping Emmett. He was three months old now, and the biggest baby I'd ever seen. I had no idea how Esme had done it without a C-section.

Compared to Esme, I felt like a mess. Bella's wailing quieted, but she still had helpless tears rolling down her face, and I didn't know what to do. I looked at Esme desperately.

"Help," I pleaded. "How do you get Emmett to do that?"

She shrugged. "I have no idea. Just lucky, I guess." She reached out to take Bella from my arms, which only served to increase the cries. I felt bad, but I did feel a surge of relief. Esme wasn't any better than me on at least one thing. Thank God!

We did everything; checked to see if she was wet or hungry, we burped her, we held her, we swayed her back and forth, we sang her songs. Everything.

After what felt like hours, Bella exhausted herself, and merely whimpered as I held her close. Esme and I both looked tired ourselves. She'd never had a crying jag like that before, and I prayed it wouldn't be common.

I dried her tears, and laid her in her car seat next to Emmett on the floor. From here, Esme and I could sit on the couch and rock the seats with our feet.

Miraculously, she was quiet. I laughed out of exhaustion. "I guess that's all we needed to do," I joked.

Esme smirked. "I wonder if they'll grow up to fall in love," she said in that romantic tone she got sometimes.

I shook my head. "I doubt it. Don't they always say that kids that grow up together before they're three or so can never fall in love? Since they'll grow up thinking of each other as siblings and all…"

"You never know," she said.

"Yeah, I 'spose," I said, feeling sleepy. "Ya never know."

Chapter 25 - EmPOV

"Look at Emmett! Look how tiny he is!" Swan whispered. She was talking with her friend Victoria, giggling behind their hands covered with matching purple sparkling nail polish. I still couldn't figure out why girls like things that sparkled. Ick. "Puny boy!" she said in a burst of laughter as she swung her old Lion King backpack over her shoulder and skipped out of our classroom. I used to tease her endlessly for her Simba and Nala bag, but she never bought a new one, and I just kept getting in trouble for it, so I kept my mouth shut now.

"Shut up, Swan," I snapped as I walked past her and her little giggly friend. She stood tall over me, and I glowered up at her.

I went home from school that day and sulked. I was not tiny! My dad told me that I would grow. Swan was just a stupid girl, and stupid girls grow faster. Stupid.

No matter how many times my mom knocked on my door, I wouldn't answer, though my stomach rumbled eagerly. I didn't want her to laugh or take Swan's side like she always did. Finally, at seven o'clock when my dad got home from the hospital, he knocked on my door and insisted I let him in.

"Son, what's the problem?"

"Swan says I'm small."

"Excuse me?"

"Stupid Swan and her friend kept saying I was puny and small. Just cuz she's a giant…"

My dad laughed, and I glared at him. "I'm sorry!" he said. "Emmett, I don't think you have much to worry about. Your mother and I have told you, boys grow a little bit slower than girls in the beginning. You're going to be much bigger and taller than Bella someday. But you know how?"

"How?" I was dying to know.

"For starters, eating dinner," he said with a smile. "Your mom worked hard on it."

"Fine," I said. That was not helpful. I was starving anyway.

"And maybe you can ask your coach about ways to strengthen yourself. I'm sure he'll be able to come up with some exercise routines to help you build some muscle. As for growing tall, that's up to your genes as to when."

I frowned again. "I just want to be taller than Swan," I said bitterly.

My dad laughed again and slapped me on the back. "Just give it time, son. I'm sure soon enough, no one will ever be able to call you 'puny' ever again."

Chapter 27 - Charlie POV

Emmett left, a nervous and confused look on his face. I had to laugh and shake my head. Poor kid. Looked like he was going to piss himself there for awhile, especially when I hugged him. The look on his face was priceless.

I really did love the kid, in my own quiet way. He was practically a son to me, even if I really didn't like the way he'd treated my girl in the past. I'd practically begged Renee to not leave the two of them alone in that apartment after the accident, but she insisted it would all turn out for the best, and I guess she was right.

Still, I wasn't completely pleased about their behavior when they were staying here. It had been one thing to hear them… and to reap the benefits with my lovely wife… but a completely different thing to catch them in the act in the back of Renee's car. Those images were permanently scarred in my head, something I was desperately trying to forget.

But I see how much they loved each other, in all the ways they interacted together, and they way they looked so damn happy all the time now. It was bizarre to see.

Emmett doesn't deserve my little girl. But she deserve the happiness he gives her, and I guess that's all I can ask for, in the end. Just so long as I don't have to wear a tux or some crap like that…

Chapter 28

"Ohh, Emmett," The Daughter moaned, and then there were three bumps in successful order against the wall.

The Mothers and Fathers sat in the living room, all wide eyed and horrified. It had only been ten minutes since The Daughter and The Son had disappeared rather enthusiastically up the stairs.

The Mothers eyed The Fathers, remembering the times they'd run up the stairs just as excitedly. And when was that going to be again?

The Fathers just sighed and wished they were dead.

The bumps and groans increased, and no one moved. If they ignored it, maybe it'd go away. But it just went on and on and on…

The Fathers remembered the days when they could go on and on and on…

The Mothers missed those days.

"Shit!" Finally, it was over, and they could go back to pretending The Children were celibate.

Chapter 29 - Edward POV

I saw her come into the bar on the arm of that jock-strap of the guy that she was baby sitting. My hands curled into fists. I was right. I just knew I'd be right. She had slept with him, and I'd lost her because of it. I hated how the slut had ended it, all high and mighty, like she wasn't a fucking whore who opened her mouth or legs to everyone.

Not that I'd loved her… naturally not. But I couldn't stand to see any woman I'd been fucking to clearly be fucking someone else. That shit just wasn't right.

"Baby, what's the matter?" The blonde I'd been sitting with who'd offered to suck my cock the second I'd stepped into the bar massaged my knee. I jerked it back, not wanting her to touch me. She was useless in any case. I'd forgotten her name the second she'd told me.

"Nothing," I growled, and knocked back another shot. How many had it been? Ten? Something like that.

I watched them together. I saw her roommate, Alice, and some tall blonde guy I could probably lay into if I really needed to. Bella's boy toy was another story. The guy was a fucking tree… I'd have to sneak in if I wanted a good shot.

And then they started dancing. I felt the anger boil in my veins as she ground herself onto him, over and over. The moron looked happy… way too happy. I wanted to bust his pretty boy face in.

And then…. Then I saw it. She had a fucking wedding ring on. What the FUCK?! No, this was wrong. She was mine… or she had been mine.

I jumped up, and swayed on my feet, unable to stand correctly thanks to my many shots of whiskey. I moved as fast as I could through the crowd, anger and what was most likely jealousy coursing through my veins. I'd deny the jealousy later, when I was sober.

I saw them kissing, the goddamn ring glinting off of the bar's lights, and the rage finally boiling over. I grabbed the fucker by the shoulder, getting him off of Bella, and let my fist fly.