Emmett POV (A/N thought I'd try something new!)

"Owww…" I whined, as my sister Rebecca put ice to my forehead, which had a huge purple bruise thanks to my total smooth-ness around Rosalie. I had totally not seen that coming. She was flirting with me, no doubt about it. God, she's so gorgeous.

When the most attractive person you've ever met flips their hair over their shoulder and winks at you, your only thought is,

!

Just wordless. There are no words for it. She had stepped closer so I could smell the cinnamon-vanilla scent of her gold hair, she batted her gorgeous dark blue eyes, and to top it off, she made me walk into a tree because I was so dazed that she winked at me. Me.

Becky looked at me, and said, "How did this happen again?"

"I told you. I was running with Dixie, stopped to talk to a girl from my school, and just wasn't looking where I was going!"

It was sort of true.

She nodded sarcastically. "Yah, sure. Something tells me this has more to do with that girl from school than your letting on."

Damn. She's got a good intuition for a twelve year-old girl.

"Soooo?" She said, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Whats her name?" She asked in her innocent voice that she knew she could play up to get informaton out of me.

I sighed. "You don't want to know." I warned her. Becky always say that I need to try going out with one of the girls who actually wants me, instead of being blindly attracted to the rare ones who don't.

She gave me a look that very clearlt stated, If I didn't want to know, why would I have asked you, moron. I sighed again. I'm doing a lot of sighing lately.

"Rosalie Cullen."

Becky stared at me, her big green eyes wide with shock. "The girl who was… you know?"

I nodded.

"Oh, Emmett!" She moaned. "She obviously doesn't want to date right now! Did you honestly expect her too?"

I shook my head. I didn't understand why I was letting my sister, who is 5 years younger than me, make me feel like a four year old who took cookies from the jar when his mother told him not too. But she was always more responsible than me, sort of motherly.

She groaned. "Emmett, why do you always have to like that girl who isn't interested?"

I gave her a cheeky smile. "The challenge?"

She hit me with her pillow. "Emmett! This is serious! Why don't you try going out with one of your drooling fangirls?"

My cheeky smile didn't leave my face. "Too easy. Besides, you asked how I got this bruise, I walked into a tree cause she winked at me!"

I was proud of this fact until she burst out laughing. "You… are so… whipped!" She giggled.

I frowned. "What?"

She shrugged. "It's a british term for when a girl has a guy totally wrapped around her finger!"

I stood up, insulted. Girls didn't have me wrapped around their finger. I had them wrapped around mine!

I went to leave her room, but she used her pleading voice. "I'm sorry Emmett, don't leave!"

Damn her, using the voice that made my anger melt.

I went over and hugged her. "I'm not mad." I said into her dirty blonde hair, so unlike mine. "But you need to go to bed."

I tucked her in and gave her a big hug, suddenly remembering how tiny she was, she took after our mother. Unlike me and our three older brothers, who are all beasts like our dad.

Becky has always been close to me. Maybe its protective brother instinct, but when a boy at her school called her a bitch once, (I don't even know why. She's a bit sassy, but the sweetest girl yo've ever met) and I saw her crying, my brothers had to restrain me from beating that kid up so bad he'd have to eat through a straw.

Be that as it may, my brothers and I still had a good laugh when we dropped her off at school the next day and scared the kid a little. The three of us together, was just slightly intimidating.

Heh heh. That was a good day.

Anyway, she gave me some advice before I left her room. Try being her friend first, her comfort.

And that's exactly what I'll do.

My sister's the best.

A/N YAY! I got two reviews! Let's go for four, shall we?