Spills and Chills

My eyes burned from the sun leaping into the room. I quickly covered them and rolled....off the bed.

"AH!" THUD. I growned and lifted my head. Emmett had shot up in his bed and was looking at me paniced, but still trying to focus.

"You okay?" I blinked a few more times and looked up at him.

"Oh yeah, terrific." I yawned and got up, throwing my sheets on my bed. Emmett got up and went to get his clothes for the day. I did the same. We both stumbled to the bathroom and then stopped, seeing each other the same distance away. We both looked at each other, and then the door.

There then was a sudden dash to the bathroom door. We wound up getting there at the same time and squishing each other in the door frame.

"I got here...first!"

"No. I DID!"

"I fell on the floor! I deserve it first!" We struggled more, hearing the frame creak a little under the immense pressure. There then was a little shift in wait and I went flying into the bathroom, right into the tub. The curtains came flying down ontop of me.

I ripped them off my face to see Emmett with such suprise on his face.

"I'm just going to..." he then closed the door slowly and I heard him walk off...laughing.

Once I was done my shower and combing my hair I looked at myself in the mirror. I noticed a slight glow in my cheeks, and the bags under my eyes were fading slowly. They had formed under the stress of my debut. I decided I would still cover them with a little powder. I went out into the room and shook out my damp hair. I looked up to see Emmett with udder suprise on his face.

"What?" I asked. He simply gulped. I looked down, my towel was still in place. Then I realized this might have been a little...too much for him.

"Uhm, sorry. Just getting my..." I pointed to my bag and got out the powder for my face and slid back into the bathroom. I laughed at the shock on his face as I continued putting the powder under my eyes. Once I was dressed, I opened the door to Emmett sitting there patiently.

"Your turn." I smiled going over to the hallway door.

"Thanks..." he seemed very quiet for the essentric guy he usually was. I went downstairs to see a strikingly good looking guy behind the counter. He was putting down the last few bar stools down and wiping the counters.

"Hi." I said nicely, sitting down at the edge of the bar. He smiled a gleeming smile.

"Hello there. Sleep well?" I knew right away this must have been Charlie. He had the same thick accent as Helen, and the same gleeming green eyes.

"Very well thankyou, although I did fall out of bed this morning." He laughed and tossed a coaster infront of me.

"Breakfast? Meals are free when you stay here, part of the package."

"Oh yes please." He leaned on the bar across from me and put a menu infront of me. I looked through it, wanting everything on it.

"I think I'll have some pancakes please. And a side of sausages if that's okay."

"No problem. Blueberry syrup? We make it ourselves." I nodded eagerly, hoping to get these recipes from them one day.

Soon enough Emmett came down stairs and sat next to me.

"Morning." he mumbled, still a little groggy, but flushing as he saw me.

"Good morning. This is Charlie, Helen's brother." he simply nodded at him as he watched Charlie drop the plate of tasty pancakes infront of me. Topping it off by drenching it in a purply syrup.

"You want some?" he asked pointing at the plate.

"Don't mind if I do." he quickly snagged the plate and began scarfing them down.

"Hey! Those were mine!" Charlie laughed and started making more for me. I stared at Emmett angrily and smacked him upside the head, causing him to choke a little on the pancakes.

"OW!" I stuck my tongue out and sulked in my chair.

Helen eventually came down herself, hair messed up and still in her pyjamas. I smiled and laughed as she sat next to me.

"Morning." she gurgled.

"Helen isn't a real morning person." Charlie whispered to us taking our empty plates.

"Mmph flum smrf crin thr ton." Is what seemd to come out of Emmett's mouth as he got up.

"Come again?" I asked following him. He turned to me and swallowed.

"I am going to explore this town. You coming with?" My heart swelled with delight as he wanted me to come along. I beamed up at him and barely got a nod out from my excitement.

"Thanks for the meal." I practically squeaked as we headed outside into the bright sunny day.

"By foot or truck?" he asked looking down the road as the long fields that just came into view.

"Foot, truck will slow us down." I laughed starting down the road. I looked back at him as he still stood there.

"You coming or what?" he quickly snapped out of the little trance he was in and jogged to catch up with me. We looked around at the little town, cobble stone all over the roads, stray cats looking very well fed, considering every single store had a small tray of milk out for them. Emmett seemed uneasy as a black cat trotted by.

"Oh please, don't tell me you're afraid of black cats." I giggled.

"What!? They're bad luck you know!"

"Sure, and I bet you believe in vampires too!" I laughed continuing past the cat.

"I'm not afraid." he mumbled immaturely walking at my side.

EMMETT'S POV

I looked down at her to see her still laughing. I must have looked like an idiot back there circling around the black cat. We eventually came to the border of the town, nothing but clear fields in view. One willow tree stood a few miles away.

"Race yah!" she suddenly shouted and speed towards the tree.

"Hey! No fair!" I ran after easily catching up. She laughed and giggled the whole time, making me laugh too. I couldn't help but feel this whole scenario was cheezy, but I didn't want to miss any of it. She stopped when we got to a field of flowers.

"Look at all of them!" she shouted, causing an echo. I never understood girl's love for flowers, they didn't smell that great, and there was always spiders hiding in them. She turned suddenly and fell backwards purposly into the flowers. A bunch went flying into the air, peddles shooting into my face from the wind. I spit and waved them from my face, causing her to laugh again.

I sat up next to her, taking in the heat, considering how cold it was last night. I then remembered her sleeping next to me. Her hands sprawled above her head, one foot sticking out from the sheets. Her mouth partly open as she would mumble every now and then. At one point she mouthed her mother's name, and then mine. I felt myself smile when she did. She kept talking in her sleep, or more mumbling. None of it was distinct except the odd times.

"Emmett? Hello!?" I felt a flower it my face.

ELIZABETH'S POV

He quickly whipped his head around from his deep thinking.

"Hm!? What?" he quickly said, pulling to flower off his shoulder.

"I said are you happy you came here?" he smiled and looked up into the sky. He layed down next to me, putting his hands behind his head. He sighed.

"Deffinetly. I was sick of going to my dad's stupid shoe factory. I mean, they're shoes, not gold. But he treats it like it is." He closed his eyes as the wind caught his jacket and shirt, causing his stomach to be revealed a little.

"Do you miss them?" I asked attempting to look at the side of his face. He shrugged.

"I miss my brother more than anything...he's not my real brother, did you know that?" I propped myself up onto my elbow staring intently.

"He was the man's son who used to live next door to us, the house you moved into. He was...terrible. Never treated him right. His wife had left with their eldest son years ago. Edward was his name I think. George...my brother, was a mistake, made from another woman he was with. She left eventually as well. He was an alcholic. So when he left, I begged him to let George stay with us. So he did." I was astonished at this story, never hearing anything like it.

"How did you find out about all this?"

"When I was asking about George staying with us, the man-Harold-practically cried. He opened up about his wife, Edward, and the other woman. It was about thirty years ago his wife left. Edward was only about three years old. It was tragic for him. He let us keep George, knowing he'd never love him like a son..."

"How old was Harold?"

"He was in his 70's. George was a-how he worded it-a whore's child." I saw Emmett's teeth clench together at the hurtful words. I rubbed his shoulder and he looked at him.

"You want to return to him." I stated. He shrugged and went back to looking at the sky.

We sat there for hours in the field, taking in the scent of pure bliss. The sun poured down on us, white fluffy clouds passing by every now and then.

"Hey, want to find a lake or something to go swimming?" I asked sitting up. He looked at me like I was crazy.

"We don't even have swimming gear." I simply shrugged and wandered down the field. I could see a forest not too far and started heading for it.

"Hey! You don't even know what's in there! THere could be bears or something."

"Or werewolves! oooooh!" I waved my fingers in his face, making him give me an evil stare. We finally made it to the forest, it was pretty dense, but light still shone into it beautifully.

"Careful!" he said grabbing my arm. I rolled my eyes and kept going. I suddenly heard trickling water and headed for it. THen a small pond came into view, a little waterfall flowing nicely into it.

"Come on!" I ran towards it and began taking off my shoes. When I lifted my leg up to pull off my socks I felt my balance faulter.

"Eliza!" Emmett went to grab my arm, but it was too late. We both went tumbling into the cold water. I whirled around with Emmett under the water, his hands tight on my waste. My heart skipped and I felt the burn of water in my nose. I broke the surface as fast as I could. Coughing and flipping the dark brown hair out of my face. Emmett came up moments later, blowing the water out of his nose.

"Man! Are you okay?" he seemed to laugh suddenly.

"THis isn't funny!" I said before the coughing fit started again.

"It's pretty funny"

"SHut up!" he still laughed.

"Here, blow out your nose, it'll help." I stuck my face under the water and blew out my nose. I looked up to see him still laughing.

"WHAT!?" I shouted, feeling the burn in my nose subside.

"Your hair could use some work." he began fiddling with my hair. Pulling out stray flowers from when we were on the field, and parting it for me. I felt my heart flutter as he drew close. His smile turned into something else as he stood infront of me. His hand slid from my hair to my cheek. He rubbed it lightly with his thumb. I felt my eyes close for a moment and open again.

"Eliza...I..." I waited, my bottom lip quivering with anticipation.

"I..."

"Yes?" I whispered. He came even closer, our faces inches from each others. I felt my eyes close as our lips brushed ever so lightly. I then felt his lips move in sync with the words "I love you"