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To my Readers, Twilighter's, and Facebook girls.... thank you for asking for me to write this one out. It actually turned out a lot better than I thought it was going to be. I'm actually loving these two friends hanging out. Part of me wishes this was in TEF itself... I'll have to do more like this for the sequel. ;) ILY.
To Jazz Girl (Caryn), my Beta -- you're awesome, but you knew that all ready. What can I say? You rock hard.

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A/N: I know a lot of people have been pretty upset with Alice over the last couple chapters of TEF... and I understand the reasons. But I wanted to remind you all of the good in her as well, because she's had a lot of it. And Emmett, he does too, plus he's just fucking hillarious! I really just wanted to explore their friendship ASIDE from Edward's involvement... See how close they are. I ask that you keep an open mind about it, since it's non-canon.
(And maybe this was partially inspired by Kellan/Ashley's real life, oh so cute, BFF relationship.)

Outtake 6: Sexual Scrabble
Emmett & Alice hang out while EB are away on their Honeymoon. Fun and serious subjects included.
WARNING: Don't drink a beverage while reading some of this, it may end up on your screen. Emmett is in rare form tonight.
And this scene includes drugs and slight serious content matter.

Disclaimer: I own nothing that is Twilight or Stephenie Meyer related.

"Everyone's around...
No words are coming out, and I can't find my breath.
Can we just say the rest with no sound?
And I know this isn't enough... I still don't measure up.
And I'm still not prepared, sorry is never there when you need it.
...And now I do want you to know I hold you up above everyone.
And I do want you to know, I think... You'd be good to me.
And I'd be so good to you."

Marianas Trench ft. Kate Voegele, "Good To You"

Outtake 6: Sexual Scrabble

AlicePOV

"Emmett?"

"Yes?"

"Where are you?" Heather asked, from the bathroom connected to his bedroom.

Em chuckled, adjusting the cap on his head, "I'm in the living room with Alice, watching a movie."

"I'm hungry," she whined from the doorway. I rolled my eyes.

Emmett nudged me with his elbow, then leaned his head back over the couch, "What do you want?"

"Pizza?"

"Is that a question, or an answer?"

Another eye roll. Another nudge from Emmett.

"An answer, I think?"

"Is that another question?"

"Emmett," she hissed, walking out into the living room with a flimsy towel around her wet body, "don't be an ass. I want pizza."

"That's all you had to say," he laughed, rubbing his stomach. "You're the one making this so damn difficult."

"So can we get some?"

"I don't give a shit," he replied. Then he turned to me and smiled evil, "Alice will go with you to get it, and I'll call it in for you guys."

I glared at him.

"Great!" she said, running back toward the bathroom, "I'll be out in fifteen!"

As soon as she shut the door, I punched him three times in his arm. Hard.

"Ow!" he laughed, rubbing the spot, "Damn!"

"I hate you so much!"

"Oh come on, Alleycat, you'll have fun."

"I hate her," I said bluntly, pushing him away from me. "You know I hate her."

"You've never liked any of my girlfriends. Or Edward's."

"No, that's not true. I didn't mind Rosalie. I love Bella."

"All the other's."

"Well that's because the both of you make shitty choices when it comes to women. Blonde bimbos, mainly. Slutty. Spreads easily. And she's not your girlfriend right now."

"She wants to be."

"Who doesn't?" I hissed, moving even further away from him. "God. You and Edward should come with a waiting list and a pager number when their number gets picked."

He ignored me all together, "The shop is right down the road. Walking distance. Come on, go with her. She wants to be friends with you. She's tried for how long now?"

"What is the point? It's not like you two are going to work out. You said it yourself last night."

He glared at me, reminding me she was still in the house. But he couldn't help smiling a little.

"See! I told you. I know you Emmett, like the latest copy of Vogue. And I am telling you, you don't want to be her boyfriend. You just know that if you keep being nice to her, she'll give you what you want."

"Which is?"

I slapped my butt.

"Oooh, do it again."

"Shut up. You're missing the point."

He groaned, rubbing his face, "Just go with her. Alice, please? I'll owe you."

"Whatever." I stood up, storming toward the guest bedroom, "But if she gets cute and googly-eyed and won't shut up about you while we're walking, I will not hesitate to shove her into a sewage drain."

He let out a boisterous laugh.

"Full of rats!" I concluded, before I shut the door behind me.

*&*#!#$^%$^

Slamming the door, I re-entered Emmett's house, and stormed through the living room to the kitchen.

"I'm sorry," Heather called after me, before huffing and walking away in the opposite direction.

Emmett quickly came out of the bedroom, holding his crisp jeans around his waist tightly and a belt in the other hand, and followed me into the guest room, "What happened?"

"Her!"

"What did her do?"

"She did exactly what I knew she was going to do! Emmett's this, Emmett's that... Interrogating me about how you've been since the two of you split. Asking me really personal things, about you, about your girls, and I just kept quiet, and kept on walking, looking for a damn drain, but there weren't any!! Consider yourself and your fuck buddy lucky!!! And then we got a block from the house and she decides it's an opportune time to start talking about your PENIS! That was when I drew the line."

"My dick? What did she say about my dick?"

"Totally not the point!"

"Oh, no. It's totally the point. What did she say?"

I sighed, looking up at him.

"What? Did she say it was tiny or something? Because it's not. I've had quite a few compliment-"

"Do not make me throw up."

"Then what?" he chuckled, rubbing his washboard abs. Yes, I looked.

Snapping my eyes away, I glanced back up at his, and crossed my arms over my chest, "She said that your penis must have a mind of it's own. There's no fingers or tongue needs adding into the equation, because once the dick was in, it felt like she had the whole package with just that."

A devilish grin spread across his lips, but he kept mum for a moment, basking in the glory.

I wanted to kick him in his earlobe.

"So," he said, working the smile full force now, "...let me get this straight. She practically told you that my dick is like an amusement park?"

I growled at him.

"That is awesome."

"Okay. Go gloat somewhere else please. I need to throw up."

He laughed and pulled me in his arms, hugging me against his tight chest, "Ohhhh, Alice. I'm sorry. We just need to get you laid."

"Jasper and I had break-up sex. I'm fine."

"Breakup sex?"

"Yes."

"What the hell is breakup sex?"

"You know, you're broken up, but you're horny, and it just happens, so all those feelings are there still, and then you decide, hell just one more time won't hurt... There we go. Breakup sex."

"And you say I'm the crazy one," he chuckled.

I changed the subject, because I didn't want to talk about Jasper tonight, "You owe me. You promised."

He looked down at me, and for a second, I thought he was checking me out, "What do you want?"

"What do you want?"

He shrugged.

I shrugged back, "I say you ditch the girl, and we have a friend night. Maybe get some drinks out... play a game."

He nodded, fastening his belt. He threw on a crisp, white shirt, pushed the sleeves up to his elbows, and topped it off with a crewboy hat.

Heather didn't want to leave. He made up some bogus story about having to be up at his dad's club, extremely early in the morning, and it was getting late, and how bored she'd be if she hung around while he slept. She agreed to go on one condition: That she and I go tomorrow to get Chinese food, so she can make our little spat up to me.

I only agreed to it because I wanted her out of the house.

I got my wish.

EmmettPOV

Wine.

Tequila.

Weed.

Cigarettes..

Sexual Scrabble.

...We were now two hours, two empty bottles, one half-empty baggie, and half of a pack into the game.

My vision wasn't as crisp, but I wasn't drunk either. I definitely felt good though.

I studied my letters, tilting my head quizzically.

Alice sat across from me at the dining room table, propped up on her elbows. She wore low-rise hip huggers and a fitted white, strapless shirt. Her hair was growing long, down around her chin now, and her eyes were steamy and dark. She was a bit tipsier than me, but still not drunk. Yet.

I tried to not pay attention to her, as I grabbed six squares. I moved them around the T.

She giggled, covering her mouth.

"S, N, H, C, A," I said. "With your T, that makes snatch. Eighty two points."

She wrote it down, took a large sip of her red wine, then turned the board around, studying it.

I watched as she licked her lips, and felt myself twitch in my pants. Fuck, Em. Now is not the time for this shit... It's just because you're alone with her, and she's a woman, and you're close, and Edward's not stealing the attention away. SHE'S YOUR FRIEND.

Sighing, Alice placed four letters horizontal, connecting to the C. "Creamy," she said with high enthusiasm. "C, R, E, A, M, Y."

I smirked as she wrote the score down, and turned the board back to face me, "Had a lot of creamy moments, Alice?"

"Wouldn't you like to know."

"Fuck yes I would. Let's play Pictionary instead. Draw me what it looked like between your-"

My voice cut off as she threw the cork from the top of the wine at me, and it hit my arm, "dream on."

I rubbed the back of my neck, and pulled some new letters.

"Oh, this one is good," I laughed, placing the letters. "Look how fast it came..."

"Story of your life," she teased. "Coming fast."

Alice watched as I put the letters down, then smiled idiotically, "Oh my God, Emmett!"

"What?!"

"Q, F, E, U, added with my E. QUEEF?!"

"It happens during sex!"

She covered her face and it was steaming red.

I smiled diligently at her, "Ohhhh, Alice. You've done it! Ohh, do t-"

"I am not having this conversation with you."

"Yes the hell you are! You're the one who thought of Sexual Scrabble. The topic arises, you spill."

She stared me down. Then her words came tumbling out, "We were in front of a fan, it was happening really fast, there was too much air, and it was by far the most embarrassing moment of my life at that point. Now it's my turn."

"Why was it embarrassing?"

"Because it sounds like a tiny fart. Okay, I'm go-"

"So? Most men don't care about that shit. They're surrounded by pussy at the moment!"

"I was seventeen. The guy I was with definitely cared. He stopped and laughed at me. Can we change the subject now?"

"He laughed at you? Who was it?!"

"WHY do you want to know?"

"Because I'm going to beat his ass!"

"It was a long time ago!"

"So?! It must have really upset you, if you're still em-"

"It was embarrassing!" she said, hiding her face.

"Who was it, Alice?"

"Frankie," she replied, exasperated.

"Frankie Newbower? Oh, well that makes all the difference. Frankie is a tampon. Seriously."

"He was my boyfr-"

"HE WAS A TAMPON," I said sternly, yet half teasingly. "Don't let that little shit stool bother you or upset you. He's an idiot. I'm surprised he knew how to work his own dick once he removed it from the packaging."

She laughed out loud, and it felt good to see her do that. I couldn't help but laugh right along with her.

"So, Frankie is a tampon," she chimed. "And Heather is a stalker."

"She is not," I chuckled, throwing the cork back at her.

After we calmed down, we re-filled our glasses, and she stuck a letter in between her lips, contemplating action on the board.

Again, I felt myself twitch, and had to remind myself how much she annoyed the fuck out of me. How she bounced around a lot most days, like a bunny rabbit on crack. How when she was sick and had upset stomach, she stayed in my bathroom for God knows how long, doing things that I didn't want to know women did...

Anything I could, so I wouldn't think about how pretty she looked tonight. Wine talking, Tequila talking, weed talking.

She's close to you, you're close to her, that's it. She's got some problems right now, it won't help anything.

She wants E. Regardless of if he's happily with Bella or not, you can't do that to her if she wants someone else.

You're just a friend, she's just a friend. You're boinking Heather. She just broke up with Jasper.

Fucking get over it. Stop being a horny bitch!

"Can we exchange letters?" she asked cutely, batting her lashes. "If you have an R, I'll trade you for an S."

I tossed the letter over to her.

She clapped her hands, and put the pieces down, around the F.

"I, G, S, N, R, E," she said. "Fingers."

"Fingers?"

"You know," she held up two of her fingers, moving them back and forth, making the most erotic motion I had ever seen her make before.

I about blew a load all over my new antique table. "Stop doing that, please," I said, grinning.

She smirked evil and did it again.

"I don't think you're funny."

"I'm not trying to be. Does this bother you, Emmybear? Too busy fantasizing about doing this particular motion to Heather or some equally idiotic bimbo to focus on the game?"

"No, I'm too busy fantasizing about doing it to you."

She stopped, and stared at me, her mouth open.

I shut my eyes. Please let the alien spaceship lower and suck me up out of the chair. I cannot believe I went there.

We stayed silent for a few moments.

Then she just cleared her throat, and I opened my eyes, and she started pulling out letters again.

I blew out a gust of wind. What the fuck am I thinking? She's Alice. AL-ICE. Quit it!

"So," she said, looking up at me.

I suddenly had that cottonmouth feeling, "What?"

"It's your turn."

"Oh. Ohhh, okay. Uh..." I studied my letters.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door.

Alice and I looked at each other, both a little bit drunker than we were. This was not good.

"Emmett, it's me," Heather said. "I see the light on in the dining room... Are you up?"

"Oh, now she's stalking you!" Alice said, bouncing back from the table.

I quickly darted out to catch her, and in the process, knocked over the bottle of wine, not only spilling it on the Scrabble board, but also across my brand new shirt.

She helped me pick up the bottle, and then we both froze, realizing Heather may see us.

I didn't want her to come in.

We both looked at each other, then ducked down, shoving chairs out of the way to dip beneath the table. It was hard, being that I was so big. Thankfully, she was quite the pixie.

"Shit," she said, bumping her forehead on a piece of wood.

Laughing, I cradled it in my hand and covered her mouth at the same time, "Shhhh."

She moaned into my palm, as more knocks came out.

"Alice," Heather called. "Are you here? Anyone? Car's parked outside people."

"We have to let her in," Alice hissed as she pulled my hand from her lips. "She's fucking... she's caught us."

"Hush your lip, Alice, damn," I said, holding her against me. I knocked into a chair with my elbow, and pain shot through my entire arm.

Now it was Alice's turn to cover my mouth, because every other word out of my mouth went something like, "MOTHERFUCKINGSONOFABITCH!WHYTHEFUCKDI-"

...So there we were.

Under my antique table.

Wine down my shirt.

Weed spilled on the floor.

Scrabble pieces swishing around above us.

Holding each other's mouths closed while the knocks continued.

Aren't we just the fun bunch.

*&*#!#$^%$^

Alice pulled the joint from her lips, inhaled, then blew the smoke up toward the bottom of the table.

"Is she gone yet?" She coughed in question.

Chuckling, I took a sip of my wine and nodded, "Dude, she's been gone. We've just been laying beneath this table because it's cool as shit under here. Look at all the damn colors of brown..."

"Ohhhh," she giggled, taking another hit. "It is cool."

I smirked and pulled the joint from her lips, and blew at the cherry, watching it light up.

I licked my lips and inhaled, before turning to her and blowing the smoke at her face.

"Mmm," she hummed. "Contact buzzzzzzzz-zz-zz-zz."

"Please," I replied, my voice raspy as fuck. "You ain't got no contact buzz. You're full blown baked and drunk as fuck."

She nodded drunkenly, proving my point, "I like it. A lot."

"Me too."

"So you enjoy corrupting me, do you Emmybear?"

"Alice," I exhaled, patting the top of her head, which was laying on top of my right arm, "some call it corrupting. I call it enlightenment."

She bit her lip and turned her head, looking up at me. "So..." she whispered, batting her lashes cutely. "Do you enjoy enlightening me?"

I smirked and turned her face away, because we were too close for my comfort, "...yes."

She swallowed a sip of Tequila then lifted her finger, drawing invisible circles onto the wood, "I... think I like it too."

I inhaled a deep breath and refocused my thoughts.

I didn't know what the hell my problem was.

I mean, sure, yeah, I've always thought the girl was beautiful -- at times -- and hilarious -- at times -- and we always had a blast together. She was my closest bud. And sure, I've imagined her naked. And yes, ok, maybe I've accidentally seen her naked once or twice too. By mistake.

But I've never allowed myself to fully see her like most men do, because of Edward. He's always watched over her, like some fucking guardian. Always stepped on anyone's toes who got too close, and he didn't approve. And whether or not I could take him was never the question.

...Wondering if it'd be worth it has always been.

"What are you thinking?" she asked, patting my leg with her left hand.

"About shit. You?"

"Shit?"

"Yeah. Shit."

"Everyone shits."

"Yeah," I smirked. "I figured."

"They'd be dead if they didn't."

"Yep. Knew that too."

She smiled and inhaled heavily, "Wanna know what I was thinking?"

"Do tell," I said, taking another hit.

She rolled over on her side, and propped herself over my chest, "We need some narcotics."

"Like what?" I chuckled.

"Vicodin."

I closed my eyes and scratched my head, "We ain't got any."

"Hydrocodone?"

"Nope."

"Xanny Bars?"

"Nada."

"...Percocet?"

Popping my eyes open, we looked at each other. Then we smiled.

She started to crawl over me, really fast, kneeing my diaphragm on her way over. Alice pushed the chairs out of the way and climbed to her feet, before running crookedly down the hallway, "Where are they?!"

"Top shelf, medicine cabinet, in my bathroom."

A quick heavy moment weighed on my chest, as I thought of where this night might end.

But the sad part? I didn't care.

...And I didn't think she did either.

AlicePOV

My heart was racing a mile a minute as I opened up the cabinet.

I hadn't had this much fun in the longest time.

And I wasn't sure why.

With Emmett, I always had a blast, with or without the alcohol and mind-fucking substances.

I was free with him.

I didn't have to walk on eggshells, like I did sometimes with Edward, or Jasper, or others.

I wasn't classified as, 'the broken one' or 'the fragile one'.

He wasn't classified as 'the jock' or 'the idiot' or 'the flirt'.... Okay, well maybe the flirt.

He was just himself and I was just myself, and together, we were a fun team.

In fact, now that I thought about it... Regardless of if we were having fun or being serious... it always flowed easily.

...I guess I never gave him as much credit as he was due.

"Emmett!" I shouted. "Which one?"

"The middle one!" he called back, as the surround sound was turned on.

I giggled as bottles tumbled into the sink while I reached for the one I wanted. I pulled out three pills, and swallowed one down.

The other two I kept in my hand, and ran back into the living room with.

There Emmett was, standing there in a purple princess sash and a silver crown. He cracked my ass up.

I put my fists on my knees and doubled over, almost in tears from laughing so hard.

"How do I look, Darlin'?" he asked, sashaying toward me.

"Where did you get that?!"

"My friend date with Bella, back in the cabin. I earned it."

I pulled the silver crown off of his head and put it on my own, before handing him one of the pills, "For the princess."

"Thank you. Got yours?"

"Yep, are we swallowing them?"

"We'll snort 'em."

I put the tablet up to my nose and pretended to inhale, but he grabbed my hand, his face looking like I threatened to run him over with a car.

"Whoa, whoa, what is that shit! What are you doing, crazy?!"

"I'm kidding!" I laughed, leaning backward and stumbling a bit. "I knew we had to crush it first."

"Jesus Alice, I thought you were going to sniff the whole fucking thing up your nose."

"NO!" I tried to push him back playfully, but it was like pushing a brick wall.

He grabbed my hand and we pranced around to the music of, 'Bad', by Michael Jackson, toward the table.

I watched as he crushed it up, and danced around him in a circle, careful not to bump the table.

I pulled my hair from my tiny ponytail and flipped my head around, and raised my hands up in the air, "Come on Emmett."

"I'm crushing, you dance."

I giggled, pulled the chair out, and stood up on it, "Come on my Emmybear!"

"What the fuck are you doing?!" he laughed. "You're gonna break an assbone."

"Nooooo, I am not," I said, slipping but catching myself. "Come on! Join me."

"Yeah, my big ass is gonna get up on that tiny ass chair and dance to Michael Jackson. Not likely."

"Your big ass is wearing a purple princess sash."

"Yeah, well that's because I rock this fucking sash."

"You can rock the chair too!" I squealed, swaying my hips from side to side as seductive as possible, considering my state of mind.

"Quit it!" he said, dimples shining with his smile. "I mean it."

"Come on buddy," I said, popping out my butt, "dance with me."

"Almost done."

"And the whole world has to answer right now, just to tell you once again!" I sang out loud, on the top of my lungs, "I'm bad, really, really bad!"

Emmett smirked and handed me the mirror and a straw.

I was having a hard time balancing, but he grabbed my hips, so I didn't fall off the chair. I quickly snorted it up, ignoring the burn and the leakage in my throat, and handed it back to him.

He slapped my ass, then walked back to where he was, "Good girl."

"Ya know!" I shouted, mocking the song, "Ya know it! Jamon! Ya know! Ya know! Ya know! Come on! And the whole world has to answer right now, just to tell you once again...."

I kept dancing around, getting more daring as the song headed toward an end.

Emmett quickly snorted his while, 'Beat It' came on next.

I jumped up to clap my hands and shout happy words, and slipped instead.

Thankfully, Emmett was quick enough to reach over and grab me, before I ate the tipped over wine bottle on the table, "Jesus, Allycat. I told you that you were gonna break something!"

"I didn't though!" I said, giving him a quick hug. "You were a princess in shining armor."

"Mmhmm," he sat me on the ground. "If you're going to ignore me and break a bone, I'd rather you be closer to the ground while doing it. Less damage that way."

I ran toward the living room, sliding across the wood floors. My jeans felt looser, I kept having to tug them up while I danced.

Emmett, in all his suave sexiness, entered the room slowly.

I started snapping my fingers and shaking my hips like Michael did in the music video, from left to right, over and over again.

He laughed, watching me.

"Come on, Em! Beat it with me!"

"Beat it with you, huh?"

"Yeah!"

He smirked and spun around in his shoes, pretending to moonwalk toward me. He wasn't the best at it.

I giggled, throwing myself on his back.

We spun around in circles, faster and faster and faster and faster... over and over again.

All the alcohol, the weed, the cigarettes, the percocets... it all seemed to hit really fast.

I felt like I was on cloud nine. No, no, better than that. Cloud nine HUNDRED and ninety nine.

Emmett released a bellowed laugh and slowed down, having to catch my swinging legs.

We toppled to the ground, me on top of his back, and I rolled off, onto my own, "Ow!"

"Sorry," he chuckled, sliding over to me on his stomach, "you okay?"

"Yeah," I grunted, rubbing my head, "this crown stabbed my skull though."

"It's been known to do that," he said, lifting it from my head.

It caught on my hair and I winced.

"Sorry," he whispered, trying to undo the knot we'd created.

"Go slow, that hurts. Owwww, sensitive."

He closed his eyes and laughed under his breath, "I think every single thing you're going to say tonight, I'm going to take pervertedly."

"Well, that's because you're a pervert."

"It's your fault tonight, Al."

"How is it my fault?!"

He kept tugging on the knot gently, "You make me this way."

"Oh whatever. I do not."

"Yes you do," he replied quickly.

"How do I-"

"Because you don't know how to operate the equipment in your package, Alleycat."

I furrowed my brows at him, "...Huh?"

"Nothing," he smiled reassuringly. "Never mind."

"No! Explain."

He pulled the crown from my hair, lifted himself on his elbow, and moved a piece of hair from my face, "Like... Okay, don't punch me for saying this. Pre-warning. All right... And this is not a pick-up lin-"

"Emmett," I sneered, cutting him off. "Cut the bull."

He smirked and let the words come out, "You're beautiful, but you don't take flattery well. You're brilliant with science and math, but chose fashion as your major. You're bouncy and upbeat, but you hang onto all those things that make you sad. You know how to make a man smile with the snap of your fingers... but you let them bring you down with just a few words..."

He sighed, shaking his head slowly, "You've got all the right moves but... You just need to read the manual about yourself."

I turned on my side to face him, "I have noooo idea what you're saying right now. I think the alcohol is swirling around in my head. I feel like a fish in a deep, endless ocean."

"What I'm saying is," he leaned down, resting the side of his head on his arm, looking at me, "you need to figure out who you are. Then... you'll be unstoppable."

I bit my lip and stared at the wine stain on his shirt for a few seconds.

Emmett had a way of saying things in a way that I could handle, made me comprehend them.

No one else really did... Edward sometimes. But not all the time.

"Do you know who you are, Emmett?"

"Yes. I believe so."

"Who are you?"

He smiled, moving more hair off of my face, "I'm your friend. ...I'm a damn good friend, actually. ... I'm twenty-four. I went to school for business management, graduated at the top of my class -- thank you Dad, kiss my ass -- and at the end of this year, I will inherit, own, and operate half the clubs on the Seattle strip. I have my own house, my own car. I don't put up with bullshit. I know when enough is enough with the drinking and drugs, I know when to be serious, and when to have fun... And I don't settle for anything less than exactly what I want."

I blew out the breath I didn't know I was holding in a gust.

"Oh," he added, nuzzling against his arm, "and I love sex. A lot of sex. An ass-ton of it."

Giggling, I shook my head, and moved a bit closer to him, hiding in his warmth.

"What about you?" he asked softly. "Who do you think Alice is?"

"A bitch."

"That's a given," he teased.

I sighed, "Alice is..."

Closing my eyes, I breathed in the smell of pine floors, "...someone who wears her heart on her sleeve. I'm vulnerable. I want to make everyone happy, and I put myself last, until it physically hurts me... Then I just retract and blow up at anyone who's willing to stand in front of me and catch the steam-"

"No," he shook his head. "Don't do the negative. I've seen the negative on you, and it's not a good color... Tell me something positive about yourself."

"Like what?"

"Anything."

I shrugged my shoulders.

"Come on... I know there's something."

I licked my lips, "I am good with designing clothes?"

"Yes. And don't answer it like a question."

"I am good with designing clothes," I said sternly.

"Good. Continue."

"I'm twenty-two. I... love Ramen Noodles -- the beef kind. Can eat them all day. I dream about being kissed in the rain... really fucking slowly. I am a romantic at heart. I have hidden journals full of quotes about love. 1 own a high-fashion clothing line, Brandon Mar'ee, which most of my friends don't even know about, besides you and Edward, because I don't use my full name... Just changed the spelling of my first name, moved it to the back, and wiped out the middle all together... I thought that was very clever by the way."

I giggled, "I like having that secret. It makes people curious about how I make a living. And... I love to be happy, and miss it when I'm not."

Emmett smiled at me and whispered, "...There she is. See? You're getting there."

"Yeah..."

"I'm really proud of you... for the clothing line. You're the only person I know who could own her own version of real-life Monopoly but acts like she's still just any other twenty-something, fresh out of college."

"I don't care about money," I shrugged. "I mean... I do... but I don't. I don't want to let it define me."

"Did Jasper ever hear about your company?"

I shook my head, "He knew I designed clothes. He doesn't know how big it is. I'm sure he thought it was just a pretend hobby."

"Why didn't you tell him the truth?"

I shrugged again, "Like I said, I like having that secret."

"Alice, I think you've got too many secrets."

"Then even up the score," I suggested. "Tell me one of yours."

"One of mine?"

"Yeah. Something... you'd never tell Edward, or even me. Until now. Now you've got to tell me."

He studied my eyes, staying relaxed beside me.

I smiled at him.

He warmly smiled back.

I batted my lashes.

He laughed and closed his eyes, "Quit, I'm thinking. You're distracting me with your fluttery bullshit."

"Just tell me one. The first one that comes to mind... NOW!"

"Okay. I sometimes wish that my dad's cancer would eat away faster, so I wouldn't have to hear him verbally abuse me for one more day."

I froze.

He froze too.

I didn't know what to say. I didn't expect that. "I didn't expect that," I said quietly.

"I know."

I pursed my lips and rubbed his arm, "Thank you for telling me."

He nodded, closing his eyes.

"Wanna tell me another one?"

"You go first."

"Okay... I hate most Disney movies."

He opened his eyes and looked at me funny.

"It's true," I said. "I do. I'm not sure why, I just... they annoy me. They're so fake. I just never understood them."

"The pixie herself hates fucking Tinkerbell?"

I nodded, glaring at him, "Now you know why I hate being called that."

"I would have never known!" he chuckled, rubbing his face. "Shit."

The song switched to my favorite slow one of the moment, 'Good To You' by Marianas Trench & Kate Voegele.

"I love this song," I sighed.

"It's a good song."

I nodded, "Your turn."

He smiled at me, rolled over on his stomach, twisted his body around to face me, "Truth?"

I mocked him, climbing to my elbows and turning to face him back, "Truth."

"This is not a pick up line."

"Okay."

"I think you're the prettiest girl I've ever met."

"Shut up," I blushed, burying my face into my arms, "that's not even fu-"

"Don't look away," he said, moving his finger beneath my chin to pull my face up, "it's true. I just... thought you should know. Before you second-guess yourself again."

"Emmett... You know supermodels. Real life ones. Barbie doll looking playgirls. I've seen the girls you and Edward bring home, and I am no where near that standard."

"Well, that's because it's hard to find a real woman with your standards."

I stared at him for a few seconds of silence, then giggled, the alcohol, weed, and percocets still in the air, "You're so full of shit, Em."

I laughed some more, drawing invisible X's with my finger against the wood. "Too fucking hilarious."

He didn't say anything.

I smirked, looking back over at him.

His face was straight, "I'm not lying, Alice."

I couldn't help but chuckle one more time, before burying the side of my face into my palm, tilting my head up at him, "Is that so?"

"Yes. It's so."

"Then why haven't you made a move on me, hmm? In all this time, since we met when I was in ninth grade-"

"Because you're a frie-"

"Don't say that word. I hate that word. Just... Answer truthfully. Like a guy."

He pulled his lips in a straight line, then licked them, not moving his eyes from mine, "Because we both know who you're aching over."

I swallowed hard, unable to look away, "...What if he wasn't in the picture? He's practically not anyway. We both know that."

He nodded, "Then... I'd definitely have to work up some courage to do it."

"Courage?"

"Yeah," he smirked. "You're intimidating as fuck when you wanna be."

"No I'm not."

"You are too."

"Well," I said nonchalantly, swaying slightly, "...what if I wanted you to kiss me once?"

"Is that what you want?"

"What if it was?" I countered.

"Is it?"

We studied each other's expression in silence.

He didn't budge.

I didn't either.

I bit my bottom lip, pondering.

He was looking awfully perfect tonight... and saying awfully sweet things... and looking out for me.

He's a friend. One of my best friends, these days.

...I can handle this.

I nodded slowly, "Yes."

He tilted his head down to me, "Are you sure? Because shit like this... it can get awkward as fuck after. We're strongly under the influence, so I really want you to cons-"

I climbed to my knees, then sat Indian style, "Kiss me, Emmett. I want you to."

He chuckled, and pushed himself onto his hands and knees in front of me, "That was fast, you eager little shit."

"I don't waste time."

"Neither do I," he said, leaning toward me.

I felt my heart rate pick up as he inched closer... and then closer...

...And then closer than we'd ever been before.

His mouth was a mere inch from mine, and I could feel the breath from my lips bouncing off of his face, and back against mine.

It was nice.

My palms started to sweat against the cold floor, my heart began fluttering like crazy.

He was really intimidating me...

He moved a bit closer, and I closed my eyes, humming slightly.

Where did that come from?

It's Emmett.

...Yeah. Keep telling yourself that.

"Last chance," he whispered, against my lips.

I shuddered in anticipation, and then gave him a nod, whispering back, "I want it."

Gently... Ever so gently, our lips meshed together. And I felt something in that kiss...

I think we both let out the breath that we were holding.

I pushed toward his face slowly, connecting a bit deeper.

The first thought that came to me was, I didn't expect it to be like this.

Then, it changed, ...I didn't expect it to be this GOOD.

He pulled his face back, disconnecting our lips, but lingered there.

I shook my head.

I didn't want to linger.

So I pushed forward, taking his smooth top lip between mine.

Emmett moved his knees closer to me, and slipped his hand up to the small of my back, keeping the other framing my face.

I felt my fingers gripping the shoulders of his shirt as we both rose higher on our knees, and came chest to chest in the middle.

Our breathing was heavy as our joined lips opened up, and our tongues delicately met in the middle, testing...

It was sweet. And caring.

It amazed me, how safe I felt with him.

I didn't feel safe with anyone but Edward... but now that I think about it, that's because I never allowed myself to feel safe with anyone but Edward.

...It was really starting to freak me out, the easy connection between Emmett and I ... but at the same time, I didn't want it to end.

He made me feel something I wasn't used to feeling... Something positive.

It was as easy as breathing, and it scared the shit out of me because it was so easy, but... I couldn't stop.

Taking the reins, I slid my tongue fully inside his mouth, then back out slowly, while our lips continued their gentle battle.

He tasted good. Holy hell.

He sucked my bottom lip into his warm mouth and a moan escaped my lips as I pulled him even closer.

My fingers found his curly locks, knocking the crewboy hat off his head. His fingers snared a few of the hairs at the nape of my neck as he pulled my face closer to his.

I didn't care.

We pulled away to catch our breaths, and then went right back into it, this time, our tongues meeting before our lips did.

His left hand found my right leg and he pulled it up, hitching it on his hip.

I gasped, throwing my arms around his shoulder.

"Pick me up," I said into his lips, before kissing him again.

He bent forward a bit, not breaking our kiss, and grabbed my other leg. Before I knew it, both of my legs were locked tightly around his waist.

Emmett rose to his feet, both his hands framing my face now, and pulled back slowly, to look into my eyes.

He smiled at me.

I smiled back.

"What are we doing here?" he said, swaying side to side gently, chuckling with ease.

"I have no idea... Do you want to stop?"

"I'm not sure."

I giggled, "I'm not sure either." But I don't think I do, Emmett.

He licked his lips, rubbing my jaw with his thumb, "...Couch?"

I thought about it for a very quick second, then nodded, just as quickly, "Couch."

He laughed and kissed me again, before turning his body around and walking toward his leather sofa.

We spent the next two hours making out and heavily petting. Hands only inside the back of the shirt.

I wanted to have sex with him.

Any other day, I would have laughed at the thought of him and me, but tonight... It sounded really damn good.

And I didn't think it was the atmosphere causing this.

...I wondered if he wanted to have sex with me.

We didn't get that far on the couch, however.

Eventually, we slowed down enough, and took our time with our kisses.

I enjoyed the slowness of it all. The ease. The sensuality.

Now I understood why Emmett got so many ladies.

I was really afraid it was going to get awkward when we made a clean break.

But it wasn't.

He just kissed my face a few times, brushed my hair out of my eyes, and asked me to come to bed with him.

I did.

...And all he did was hold me in his arms while we fell asleep.

We were fully clothed, but... the fact that Emmett of all people was the one that made me feel like a real person for the first time in a very long time... amazed me.

He did the things Jasper tried to do for me... the things I wouldn't let him do... The things I let no one do.

But Emmett... he broke through my walls before I had time to put my armor on. Maybe it was because he was my friend, and I trusted him, but self-preservation never even crossed my mind. I knew I was safe.

Whatever the reason, that knowledge frightened me and comforted me all at once.

I didn't think about Edward.

I didn't think about Jasper.

I didn't think about anything, or anyone, other than the fact that I was here, and I was safe for the night.

And I was thankful to my friend, Emmett.

For being strong enough, and man enough, to accept this moment for what it was, and nothing more or less than that.

...I was thankful to him for giving me a fun, wonderful, enlightening night that I'd never forget or take for granted.

----AUTHOR'S NOTES----

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