Disclaimer: Sense I can not be Stephanie Meyer with wishing I will die myself with weeping. Haha. Here's the place to get your Shakespeare and Meyer fix… no one needs a Shakespeare fix but me you say?? Oops...

AN: This chapter actually took a while to form in my head. Probably because I was skipping back and forth between Alice and Edward so quickly. There is such a huge contrast between their personalities that I felt extremely bipolar writing this after writing from Alice's POV. I had to re-write it because Edward came out very OOC in the first cut. So… I hope this ones better. Can't wait to hear your honest opinions.J

-EPOV-

"Alice is trying to set you up with the new girl." Announced Emmett, making me jump in the quite of my room.

I looked up at him over the top of the novel I was enjoying.

"What?"

"Yep." He popped the p. "Bella? The new girl? She says there's a spark."

"I know who she is Emmett."

He chuckled. "Oh yeah Eddie? And is there a 'spark?'" He made air quotes around Alice's word.

I rolled my eyes and turned my attention back to my novel. It was Dracula, the reading material for English Lit. I loved vampire stories.

"I have asked you not to call me that." I reminded him calmly.

Silence. I knew he was still there though. I shook my head, attempting not to allow him to distract me from my reading. After a moment I felt his weight settle onto the edge of my bed. Despite my recent determination I glanced over the top of the book once again. A quiet Emmett made me nervous. Usually a quiet Emmett meant you needed to watch your back.

He was sitting there, staring at me with a knowing expression, one brow raised. Waiting.

I sighed. "And there is no 'spark.'" A flat denial was the only way to satisfy him.

He obviously wasn't convinced. Emmett's booming laughter could be heard echoing through out the entire house.

"Are you lying to me Edward?"

This conversation seemed inevitable by this time so I finally gave up my attempts at reading. I set Dracula down and sighed.

"I definitely noticed her. If that's what you mean." I struggled to explain my feelings my brother. This was very difficult for me to explain. I did not even understand it fully myself. Explaining my feelings should not be this difficult. Normal human beings were supposed to be equipped with these certain skills. Weren't they? Maybe I wasn't human.

One of the only times I felt completely at ease was when I was in the music room, performing my music on the piano. That was my element. Our mother, Esme always said she could decipher my mood in an instant, just by what I was playing at the moment. Then again maybe that was easier because I did not have my bear of a brother watching my every move… like he was now. He looked like he was trying to gage my expressions and I don't know what he found there but he looked thoroughly amused.

I decided to tell him all I knew. The facts.

"Jessica Stanley snickered at her when she tripped."

Emmett wrinkled his nose in distaste at the mention of Jessica. I couldn't agree more.

"I wanted to defend her. To go stand between them even." I continued. "And when she tripped I almost jumped out of my seat to catch her."

I scoffed at my stupidity. Did I think I was super man?

I had been lost in my own thoughts but Emmett's chuckle brought me back.

"OoO. Alice was right!"

I rolled my eyes and grabbed the book from its resting place on my gold quilt.

"I've only known her for one day Em. Don't start jumping to conclusions."

He got up from his seat at the foot of my bed with a pointed smirk.

"Sure Eddie." He replied sarcastically.

I wanted to be left alone with my own thoughts so badly, the book all but forgotten at this point, that I didn't even remind him of my aversion to the despised nickname.

I knew my family worried about me. I tried to hide how much I missed Alaska but I suppose they saw through it easily enough. I knew they all thought of me as 'the odd man out' too. In all honesty I did as well for that matter. Some days really sucked being the 'loner' in a group of perfectly matched loves. But most of the time I didn't really mind. I had never felt the need to pair off.

This all brought me to one thought: was Alice right? She usually was. Her intuition was scary accurate sometimes. Even so… I think I'll be betting against Alice… just this once. I had goals, a life plan; I was going to finish high school and move back to my home town in Alaska. Even for a short period of time before going to Dartmouth. There was no diversions from the plan. I was leaving shortly after graduation and if she liked me, which I found highly improbable, getting together now would just hurt her.

I walked to the music room and seated myself at the piano, happy with my conclusion. I would squash that before it even began. I wouldn't let myself like her… for her own good.

I stared at the keys for, at the very least an hour. But nothing came.

AN: I was going to write more to this chapter but this just seemed like a good place to stop. What do you think? Remember, I need advice on Alice's party theme!! Thanks guys! We're up to almost 700 hits. Maybe this isn't good for other authors on here but for my second fanfic and my first Twilight fanfic I am quite pleased. I would be even happier if I got some reviews… *hint hint*