Rosalie POV

A/N Soooooo… I'm thinking of doing a peter pan story. You know, how I think the story should have gone. With Wendy STAYING with Peter. Cause, lets be honest here, that's what should have happened. Anyway, enjoy! REVIEW!

It's been about a month. My arms were starting to really show some muscle, which didn't bother me like it would have about five months ago. In my new eyes, it was proof of my success. I of course would not stop training, but I was now more flexible and could arm curl 50 pounds without cringing.

Now, Emmett was the only person I hung out with. His friends didn't seem happy, but assumed he was just trying to get into my pants.

But to be honest… this is going to sound so naïve. But I trust him. Not let-him-anywhere-near-my-neck trust him, but can-talk-to-him-without-getting-sarcastic-and-hostile trust him. It was nice, to have someone to rant to when boys were bothering me. Being beautiful really was exhausting sometimes. (Wow. Never thought I'd say that. See what he's doing to me?) But I was still cautious. Trusting people only gets you hurt, when all is said and done. That I'd learned.

We were hanging out in his room doing homework. It was History, which I've always had a knack for. He needed help, and it was the first time I'd ever been in his room. He had a big poster for the Pittsburgh stealers on his wall, a regular looking bed, a shelf of CD's, and a desk with sketches he had done.

It was nothing like the room I had expected from a guy like Emmett. You know, your kind of expecting posters of a bikini clad Jessica Alba, but… it kind of resembled my room. (Minus the Pittsburgh stealers poster) We sat on his floor, and he grabbed me a blue beanbag chair while he sat on a black one.

I helped him, as we were learning about the American revolution, something I had learned about so many times I had started sounding really irratable when I answered questions in class.

He looked at me as my stomach growled. We both laughed, and he stood up and said, "Hey, I'll go get us some snacks. What drink would you like?"

"Sprite, please." I said, smiling. I smiled a lot more around Emmett, something Alice had noticed a lot.

He left the room, but as he did so, he said, "Feel free to put some music on. I've got some "One direction" CD's in there."

I didn't get a chance to say that I didn't really like One Direction before he left the room. I crawled over to his shelf of CD's, andd started looking through them. A bit of heavy Metal, (Yeah, No.) Some pop (Not a huge fan) and was about to give up and put on some Brittany Spears when I noticed there was a second layer of CD's, almost unoticable.

I pulled a few of the front CD's out, and looked at the second layer.

Emmet then walked in with a plate of Apple slices with smoth peanut butter when he saw me looking at the CD's.

I wanted to kiss him right there.

In the second layer, was row upon row of Kenny chesney, Zac brown band, Darius Rucker, and Dean Brody.

Emmett was a country music fan?

I looked up at him, unable to mask the shock on my face. "You like country music?" I exclaimed, stunned, but also thrilled.

His face tuned bright crimson. "No, I just…. Becky's shelf isn't big enough for all her CD's, see, and-"

I heard a shout from the other room that sounded like Becky. "LIAR!"

I fell over on the ground laughing, as Emmett sputtered. "Please, Rose, don't tell anyone, I just-"

I spoke through my laughter. "Emmett, I like country music too!"

The shock written on his face was hilarious, and I laughed harder.

"You should see the Darius Rucker ans Shania Twain I have in MY room!" I said as the biggest smile ever to lay on my face made his face light up. He gave me a cheeky grin.

"What?"

"Rose, I really want to kiss you right now."

A/N HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! CLIFFHANGER!