New chapter, finally. This is getting some attention now the The Single One is done, and I'm waiting for the prologue of the sequel. If you haven't read it, please do! It's my baby, and much better than this. Also, please please please review this and any other story of mine that you've read. I don't own Twilight, now read!

My cell phone rang loudly, startling me awake. When I got home, I hadn't even made it to my room. I'd laid down on the couch with my phone in my hand, in case Peter called before he got home, and fallen asleep five minutes into the newest episode of Drop Dead Diva. The ID on my phone made me heat up with anger.

"Rosalie Blaire Swan, if no one is dying or bleeding internally, I swear I will walk to your house and kick your sorry blonde behind!" I growled into my phone. "You know good and well I was exhausted when you all dropped me off and-"

"Hey, it's me, Emmett," was the response.

"Oh my gosh, I'm sorry!" I panicked. "I-I just woke up, and it's usually Rose-"

He laughed lightly. "Hey, hey, it's okay. I've had my fair share of Rose's wake up calls."

I sighed in releif.

"I just didn't know your number and I wasn't going to just take it from Rose's phone," he explained.

"Oh, well, it's okay if you do," I said, a little shyly.

"That's great!" he said enthusiastically. "How about I get it in my phine real quick and call you back on my line?"

"Novel idea," I said, giggling a little. Geez, when did I get back to being so...girly?

A few minutes later, my phone was going off again. "Hello?"

"Hey it's Emmett again."

"Hey," I laughed.

"Wow, ice breaker," he said, a hint of a grin to his voice. "So do you want to keep up the awkward talk or do you want me to tell you why I called?"

I thought for a second, squealing internally. "You go ahead, I'm not one for awkwardness."

"Well, since it's Monday, I wondered if you'd like to do something," he said matter-of-factly.

"Monday?" I looked around suddenly. The television was on the news channel, a small amount of light was coming in the window, and I had a knit blanket covering me. "I slept so long."

Peter clomped down the stair that moment, shirtless and heading for the laundry room. "Finally awake, sis?"

I groaned to both of them. "Yeah, I'm awake. Appearently I slept for twelve flipping hours, too!"

They both laughed at me.

"Okay, Emmett, what did you have in mind?" I said, going back to my conversation with Emmett so my brother could finish getting ready for work.

"Well, Bella and Rosalie say you're the best shopper around, and Aunt Renee and Uncle Charlie think that it's only fair I personalize my room."

"So I'd help you design or help you look for deals?" I asked, smirking.

"Both. I have an allowance like the girls, I have Christmas and birthday money saved, and my aunt and uncle are giving me some money for decorating. I just need help now, because I have no earthly idea what the heck I'm supposed to do," he said.

I laughed. "I'm in. I need to come over and see what we have to work with, then we can get going."

"You're a life saver!" he replied, making me laugh harder. Geez, obvious much?

"You know it! I'll get my brother to drop me off," I said. "See you in a bit."

"See you."

After I hung up, I shouted to Peter. "What are your hours today?"

"Ten to seven! Why?" my brother shouted back.

"I need a ride to the Swans' house!"

"Well get your butt up and get ready because I'm leaving at nine!"

"Damn it!"

"Language!"

You see, this was not uncommon with me and Peter. When our parents moved to New York City when Peter turned twenty-one and I was twelve, he wouldn't let them take me across the country, so we developed our own little home and lifestyle. Which meant total fun, most of the time. Downside-though it turned out to be a good side when he and Charlotte got serious-he had to learn how to handle a hormonal female. He was good about it, though. He kept a mentle note of the times my hormonal levels tended to elevate, and kept a close watch on the shopping list for my...needs. It was a good habit, though, because when Charlotte started coming over more often she saw what a good job he was doing handling me and she fell even harder for him, so when he proposed to her at her twenty-second birthday dinner it was an easy yes. Now they just needed to wait for me to graduate, because Peter refused to let me move across the country and what newlyweds want a teenage girl living with them?

I hopped up quickly, not wasting my time in any more thought. I ran quickly to my bathroom, showering as fast as I possibly could, then putting on some denim shorts and a black and sequined tank top. I was just running up from my room when Peter started his count down.

"Five!"

I ran for the living room, searching for my abandoned silver flip flops that looked adorable with the shirt.

"Four!"

I was slipping them on, I started searching for my abandoned phone.

"Three!"

I spotted it lying in the mess of covers and grabbed for it.

"Two!"

I ran for the door, swinging my purse-which I'd disposed of on the foyer table-onto my arm.

"One!"

I crashed into Peter trying to run out the door.

"You're getting slower," Peter pointed out, locking up as we exited the house in laughter.

"You're getting less patient, like Dad," I said, elbowing him.

"Oh, shut up and get in the car."

A/N: More to come soon, hopefully. This isn't my best work, I know, but please tell me what you think.

~Sidney