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AN: I'm sorry for not updating! It was a strange combination of being busy, having writer's block, and having a lift of writer's block from my own story. With that said, I'm sorry this chapter isn't much, but I wanted to get something out. I have ideas of where I want the story to go, just no idea of how to get it there. Edward will come into play...at some point. I'm also entertaining the idea of Jacob making an appearance, but I don't know if I want to do the whole love triangle thing. Enough rambling, please read and review. Enjoy!

Chapter Five

"Wasn't that so much fun?" Alice gushed as we began to drive back. "I'm so glad you wanted to see those books, Bella. They were really cool!"

I bit my lip to control the laughter that was threatening to escape and looked in the rearview mirror at Angela, who had a similar expression on her face.

"Yeah, Alice," I said when I had composed myself. "The books were fascinating."

"I know, it's like looking at living history!" Alice continued, oblivious to my sarcasm.

Alice seemed content to let the conversation end there, but Angela and I wouldn't have any of that. "So…" I asked casually, inspecting my nails. Eek, I really needed to repaint them, the silvery pink polish Alice had insisted I get last week was chipped and almost nonexistent on some fingers.

"So, what?" Alice asked as she expertly navigated a curve in the road without slowing down.

"About the library…"

"It seems you found something very interesting there," Angela finished for me.

"Yeah, the copy of Les Miserables was really interesting."

"We were referring to something a little more recent than a book about the French Revolution," I smiled innocently.

"Ooo! I love this song!" Alice squealed, turning up the stereo to a deafening decibel. She was clearly trying to avoid talking about Jasper. She wouldn't get off that easily. I looked over at my best friend as she sang to the steering wheel. She wasn't even trying to sing well, but I from what I could discern from over the blaring music, she was singing beautifully, as usual.

I didn't recognize the song, which wasn't surprising, I hardly ever knew the songs that Alice played. I closed my eyes and leaned back against the headrest, listening to Alice's harmony weave in and out of the melody. When we pulled up at Angela's house, she hopped out of the car and quickly packed a bag. I remained in the car with Alice, who refused to turn down the music for even a minute. This could only mean that we would have some good information to pull out of her later…

Angela came back a few minutes later and we drove back to my house, music playing the whole way. When we had arrived in my driveway, Alice as out of the car and halfway to the front door by the time I had gotten my hair untangled from the seatbelt. Stupid graceful pixie.

My dad's cruiser was missing, meaning he was probably with the Clearwaters or the Blacks talking about fishing or some other sport that I had no interest in.

When Angela and I entered the house, we found Alice standing by the entrance to the family room with a look of disgust on her face. I peeked over her shoulder and cringed outwardly at the sight before me.

Rosalie and Emmett were on the couch, or rather, Emmett was on the couch while Rosalie straddled him. They were having a serious makeout session and Emmett's hands were wandering places I never wanted to see my brother touch a person, let alone one of my friends.

My hand flew to my eyes, "I'm scarred for life!"

"Emmett Joseph McCarty Cullen! What do you think you are doing?" Leave it to Alice to reprimand him.

From what I could hear, Rosalie and Emmett quickly disentangled, with something or someone falling to the floor. "Is it safe to look?"

Rosalie laughed, "Yes, Bella." I removed my hand from my eyes and saw Rosalie walking over to us. "Someday you won't find it so repulsive, Bella."

Emmett glared at Rosalie, "Bella better not find it anything other than repulsive. If any guy ever touches her in that way…"

"What does that say about you, Em?" Rosalie teased.

"Well, it's different with you! You're not Bella."

"Meaning I don't deserve to be treated with respect?" she asked, hands on hips.

"Uh, oh," Angela whispered ominously.

"No! That's not what I'm saying," Emmett said, on the defensive once again. "What I meant was that she's my sister."

"And remember, Bella still has virgin eyes," Alice laughed.

"Good. It needs to stay that way."

"For how long, Em? One day, she's going to want a relationship." Thank you Rosalie for painfully pointing out the fact that I have never had anyone to bring home.

"It needs to stay that way until I'm no longer her brother."

Alice rolled her eyes, "Very mature, Emmy-bear." With that said, she walked up the stairs and Angela and I followed, shaking our heads.

"How did tonight turn from 'Interrogate Alice' to 'Let's pick on Bella'?" I asked under my breath.

"Don't worry," Angela smiled, putting a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "There is still plenty of time to interrogate Alice."

"Yes, but will she listen to us?"

"Maybe not us…" Angela gave me a conspiratory grin.

"Oh, Rosalie!" we both called as we dissolved into giggles.

"What is it?"

I ran back down the stairs and tripped, catching myself on the railing just in time. You would think I would have learned by now not to run down the stairs.

I peeked into the family room and grinned, "Alice met a boy..."

"I did not!" she shrieked, somehow hearing me from all the way upstairs.

"What do you call Jasper then?" Angela asked.

"Who is this guy?" Emmett asked cracking his knuckles menacingly. He was very protective of both me and Alice, considering her another little sister.

Alice burst into the room, "You will not hurt Jasper, Emmett!"

"So you did meet a boy," Rosalie said.

"I won't hurt him now but if he hurts you, I swear I will pound his face in!"

"Relax, Emmett," Rosalie rolled her eyes. "Come girls, let's continue this conversation upstairs." She turned to look at Emmett meaningfully, "Away from prying ears."

"What am I supposed to do?" he asked like a lost puppy.

She shrugged, pushing us up the stairs, "Whatever makes you happy…try cleaning the Jeep."