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EMMETT POV:

"Ow. Ow. Ow. OW!"

"Don't be such a baby." Chided Becky as she dragged me to her room by my ear. She pretty much threw me onto her small pink bed, and said, "Explain. Now."

I told her about the CD's. "I don't know, I just… couldn't help myself. She was just sitting there, looking all gorgeous, and then I find out that she isn't going to think I'm a loser over my music interests AND she likes country music too? Come on! Do you seriously blame me?"

"Yes."

I flopped down on her small pink bed and said, "She's the one, Becky."

Becky made a frusterated sound. "But… Rosalie, Emmett? Really? You can have anyone else! Why her?"

I thought about that for a moment. Why her? Becky was right after all. I had every girl in school drooling over me. Any one of the lovely redheads, gorgeous brunnettes and blonde beauties, I could have. So, why her?

I knew "why her". Because of her refusal to show fear. Her strength. Her immeasurable beauty. Her clevernes. Her wit. Her dry humor. Her detirmination. Her irratability, yes, it was actually attractive sometimes. Her virtue. Her ability to kick my ass when needed. And more, all rolled up into the only girl I wanted.

I just looked at Becky, and she read in my face how much this meant to me.

She sighed. "Fine, then. But when she kicks your sorry ass, don't come crying to me."

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Rosalie knocked on the door. "Okay. Someone needs to tell me what the hell is going on here."

She looked at me, and I tried to keep from staring. She had braided her hair in the time I was talking with Becky, because Rosalie could never stay totally still. She could sit for hours watching a marathon of her favourite show, but she would fiddle wiith her hair, or do her nails, and change body positions every three minutes.

No, I'm not a stalker. I just spend a lot of time looking at her.

"Emmett." She said softly. Rosalie never said anything all sweet and kind, (Which had made me wonder on more than one occasion if really was her mother.) so this surprised me.

"Emmett!" She said again, impatient. I realized I hadn't answered her. "I asked what was going on! You kissed me Emmett, good god!"

I just sighed. She could lie to anyone, but I knew her too well. "You were listening outside the door, weren't you?"

She smiled. "Yup."

I groaned. "Oh, great. That's perfect. Thanks for that, Becky."

Becky was now giggling uncontrolably, and I guessed that she hadn't heard a word I said.

Rosalie smiled warmly at Becky. Those two really hit it off, (It's rather hard not to like Becky, and I knew Becky would soon look up to Rosie. Minus the sarcasm and occasional violence, she's a good role model for her.) but for some reason, I get this weird feeling that they talk about me behind my back. I just hope Becky hasn't been showing her my childhood photos or anything.

Rosalie turned her gaze on me again. "'The one', Huh?" She said, smiling with so much euphoria it was hard not to smile too.

She was… happy about this?

!

That was the only thought running through my mind.

Becky looked at me, and shot me a look that clearly stated, Ask her out, Moron!

I turned back to Rosalie. "How are you feeling about all this?"

"Wow, a guy actually inviting in a conversation about feelings. That's new."

I gave her an exasperated look, and she just laughed.

"Well, I would love to go out with you, but you need to ask."

"What? Why do I have to ask, !"

"Because. You have more experience asking out girls than I do with asking out boys."

I pouted, trying hard to ignore becky rolling around on the floor laughing at this exchange. Easier said than done.

"Fine." I sighed. "Rosy, do you want to go out with me sometime?"

"Yes Em, I would love that."

I thought my face would rip off I was grinning so much. "Great! Awesome! Where would you like to go on our first date then?"

She grinned. "You pick."

"Seriously?"