Emily P.O.V.
By that time, everyone was dried off and inside for the night. It was extremely late, so Edward and Bella had taken the already sleeping Nessie to their cottage for the night. Emmett, Jasper, and Alice were watching some football game that they had recorded, and Rosalie was yelling at them to turn it down because she couldn't hear herself think. Carlisle and Esme were outside on the porch, talking and gazing up at the night sky. Not the most idealistic time to tell them, but it was as good as I was going to get.
"Hey, can everyone come over here for a second?" I asked. I didn't have to yell over the TV for them to hear me.
"Of course," Carlisle said, returning with Esme from the porch. "Shall we use the table?" He gestured towards the pretentious dining room.
"No, this'll be quick," I assured. I wasn't even sure if I wanted to do this quite yet…
"What is it?" pestered an impatient Emmett.
"Shut up, Em. She'll tell us if you stop talking." Ah, what would we do without Rose?
"So, you remember when I first got here?" I began. "And I told ya'll the story about how I got changed?" They nodded their heads. "Well, this sort of has something to do with that. Uh, Jasper? Remember that one time we were trying to see how tough my skin was, and then you cut yourself on the knife?" His face would have turned white, had it been possible. "But, I stopped. I don't know how, but I did. Anyway, maybe a year earlier, there was a little…event. We were young, we were stupid. We jumped off the roof of my house once. We…swapped blood. I guess you could call it that." I said this barely above a whisper.
Emmett erupted into laughter. Our quizzical eyes questioned his sanity.
"I'm sorry," he said between guffaws. "The irony was hilarious."
"Anyway…You know what? I'm just going to show you what I mean," I said. I was fed up. This was taking too long. With all eyes on me, I grabbed Jasper's hand and pulled him outside.
Sorry! I know this was really short, but the next chapter will be up by the end of the day!