So, funny story of the day, I thought I could be Wonderwoman at 6:35 and get this fixed and posted by the time my bus got here at 6:50, and I failed, epically. I know this is four days late, but in my defense, it was done Friday, but Lucas McDrake, being the fantabulous beta he is, wrote Emmett's POV for me, and with me in charge, who knows how difficult a challenge that can be, but I'm betting on fairly difficult, as I am a very difficult person, lol.

I'm mixing up the thanks and dedication this chappie. Thanks to all my reviewers, but a special shoutout goes to LilMissJenny. I swear your review was the most inspiring I've received in a long while, possibly ever, especially for such a crowded fandom, so thanks so much!

I don't own this, of course, but I do own my plot, and plagerism is highly frowned upon, children(brownie points who can tell me who I quoted and what word I switched!).

After a little while of talking about childhood games and a little kissing- okay, a lot of kissing- Renee came out back.

She knocked on the open door of the shed, then stepped in. "Hey kids, Charlie and I are turning in and we'd rather you be inside while we're asleep." She winked and flashed a knowing smile and left us to our own ideas, oddly.

I pushed myself up, then turned to Emmett, who said, "Pull me!" in a whiny little kid voice. I laughed and took his hands and 'pulled' him up. He then said, "Carry me!" and threw his arms around my shoulders and leaned a little weight and dragged his feet and I started, giggling, toward their house. We stumbled into the living room, where Emmett whined (again), "Be my pillow!"

There are some things you never grow out of...

The others, who were watching AFV, shushed him. I flopped onto the couch and Emmett placed his head in my lap. I started playing with his hair, winding dark curls around my fingers, loving the soft feeling of his hair between my fingers. He took one of my hands and kissed it, then held it to his chest. I patted his head like a dog, then settled back to watch the show.

~*~*~

I woke up covered to my chin with a blanket, half-laying in the corner of the couch. I realized I was still sitting like I was holding Emmett's head, and that said head was currently absent. With a little yawn, I stretched and went to headhunt(pun intended).

In the kitchen sat Renee and the girls, the boys (yes the boys) making breakfast. I sat down at the table between Bella and Rose, watching the show as the boys made pancakes. Most of them were turning out okay, but some of them were burning or crumbling(okay, most). Emmett began to pass plates around, planting a swift kiss on my cheek when he got to me, drawing a little attention, but not unwanted. Definitely better than Renee's little photo-op.

I nibbled on my pancakes, then started coughing on a batter ball. "Um, guys, how did you cook these?" I asked, once I'd drank a little milk to rinse the nastiness out.

"Two minutes, like it said," Jasper said, pointing to the box of mix.

Bella stood and looked at it closely. "Jazzy, is says two minutes on each side."

The boys started laughing then began to take all the plates. Edward said, "I think we're going to have my specialty today: cereal and milk."

"Safe idea," Renee said, patting him on the back as he took her plate.

Emmett POV

"Emmett."

The annoyed tone of whoever's voice sorta pierced my wicked awesome dream of Alice and me in our imaginary castle of our childhood. I really felt like murdering whoever owned that voice, but I rationalized that it wasn't worth it.

Opening my eyes slowly (as do all newcomers to consciousness normally), I recognized Ed as my vision came in focus. "What?" I mumbled, remembering as my jaw slid open and shut that my head still lay on Alice's lap. Her hand was still in my hair...

"Your snoring sorta woke everyone except your princess pixie up, so we thought we'd get our revenge." Edward, smiling wide, got out of fist range.

I woke up for this? He didn't even get the name right. Forgetting all about relishing the feel of Alice's hand on my mat of hair, I jumped off the couch and got Ed in a headlock and left him in it until he was begging to get out. Content with his reaction, I laughed, releasing him as I glanced back at Alice.

In sleep, she, as always, looked exactly as her nickname would suggest. Her soft breathing, her peaceful expression, her slightly parted lips, her...everything fit the image of a pixie princess. I held back a sigh of contentment, deciding instead to settle with leaning against one of the nearby walls to admire her.

My parents were obviously still not awake, so as the laughing died down, life went on; everyone eventually dispersed to miscellaneous locations, Bella and Jasper probably departing to walk in the woods, with Edward and Rose most likely having another lip-lock session upstairs (hopefully not in my room...). I, for one, decided that I'd walk outdoors for a bit; I didn't want to miss the sun shining out.

As I stepped outside through the backdoor, I saw Bella and Jazz leaning against the house, enjoying the blue sky together. I decided against bombing their moment (however tempting it was), and entered the woods.

The greenery seemed to glow under the sunlight streaming through the canopy of the forest. I couldn't stop myself from coming to a halt after a few minutes, and sitting on a nearby log. I felt a chilly moisture seep through my jeans. Looking down, I saw that the log was still damp with last night's rain. I chuckled for a moment, and looked back at the foliage.

My chuckle died quickly; of course the plants were beautiful, but I usually did this with Alice. Right now, I wanted to talk to Alice-say something like, "You know, it's really nice out today."

She'd probably say something like, "That's sort of a given, teddy bear." Yeah, I think that's exactly what she would say.

Then, I would smile-like I was doing right now, just thinking about this-and say something along the lines of...what? What would I say?

Oh, well. I liked imagining Alice's side of the conversation more, anyway. Then again, it was better just to have her perform her lines herself, in person... That way, I didn't have to go through the torture of not having her at my side to say these comments in the first place, however dumb my comments may be. Laughing quietly to myself, I stood and started my trek back to the house.

Crossing out of the threshold of the forest, I saw that Bella and Jasper were absent from the spot they had previously occupied. I guessed that ma and paps were up. I decided to check up on what chaos had been wreaked while I was away. I was immediately distracted upon entering the house, however; my pixie princess was still playing sleeping beauty on the sofa. I devilish smirk plastered itself on my face; time for a wake-up call.

My plans were smashed into the ground, however, when said-princess's brother entered.

"If you know what's good for you, you won't do that." Edward gave me a mock glare that told me, in a nutshell, that he wanted revenge, but only on viable grounds; I could see that awakening sleeping beauty would have to wait.

"Alright," I sighed, moving my mouth away from Alice's ear slowly with my arms raised as to show surrender. "What did you have in mind?"

Edward smiled. "About time you showed up; the men of this household are planning to tackle breakfast so that the ladies can get a break. Care to join?"

My knowing smirk returned. "Who's idea was this?" If I had learned anything from Home Ec, it was that guys, in general, tended to suck at cooking, to say the least.

"Charlie's."

The end of the world-okay kitchen-as we know was coming... "This has gotta be good," I quickly whispered to myself. "Count me in; I have to see this."

As I entered the kitchen, I saw all of the ladies in question lined up at the table, watching with apparent amusement. All of the men were in an assembly line of sorts, with Jazz cooking pancakes, Charlie mixing the batter with apparent difficulty and Edward observing from the sidelines, and occasionally pitching in.

Choking on guffaws I shoved back down my throat, I prepared plates for everyone, setting a pancake on each one and lathering each one with butter and syrup.

As I turned with two plates in hand to set on the table, I saw Alice make her entrance. Upon seeing the commotion, she stifled a laugh, and sat at the table between Bella and Rose. Attempting to hide my own amusement in vain, I instead decided, as I set my pixie princess's plate, to kiss her forehead as to have a reason to be beaming a grin.

I must say, I adore her blush.

Beaming as mentioned before, I heard Alice splutter. After a moment of silence, Alice inquired, "Um, guys, how did you cook these?"

Here comes the end, I thought.

"Two minutes, like it said," Jazz stated, pointing at the box.

Bella stood up and double checked for everyone. "Jazzy, it says to minutes on each side."

All of us laughing, we cleared the plates as Edward suggested, "I think we're going to have my specialty today: cereal and milk."

"Safe idea," Renee stated.

So much for a dramatic end...

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~Sidney