DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT
A/N: not a lot to say right now except, what I said in the last chapter.
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We approached the porch. Edward spoke lower than a whisper "Wait upstairs, in your bedroom. Turn on music. Don't listen in. And I'll send him up after I tell him."
I kissed his cheek and said jokingly "Thank you so much, my brother." I laughed as I skipped up the stairs inside. I'm sure if my heart could still beat, it would flutter. I opened the first door on the right and sat on the pink rug in the middle of my room. Music flew to my ears. My arms were wrapped around my legs, and I was swaying waiting for the knock.
Every little sound sent me standing up, and when I realized it wasn't Emmett, I sat back down in my curled up position.
I kept singing songs in my head, to keep myself from listening in on their conversation.
I heard someone gliding up the stairs. My breathing became uneven. Three knocks erupted my thoughts. I stood up, running my hand through my hair. "Come in."
"Rosalie." His eyes were sweet, and still red. "Your eyes are beautiful." He laughed. I smiled. "I think we should have proper introductions."
I nodded. "Hello, I'm Rosalie." I stuck out my hand.
"Hello, my beautiful. My name is Emmett." He shook my hand.
After two shakes, he still had a grip on my hand.
"You can let go now." I got out between laughs.
"What if I don't want to?" I felt my eyes light up with happiness. He let go.
"So how did, if you don't mind telling me. How did you become…"
I froze. "It's a long story." Was all I could get out.
He noticed, my reaction. "That bad, huh?"
I looked down at my feet. "Yes." I took a deep breath, even though I didn't need it.
"Well you know mine." He let out of bellowing laugh. I thought back to the memory days ago. I smile spread on my face.
"Tell me about yourself." I said. I couldn't tell him about me. Yet.
"It's not all that interesting." He said while looking into my eyes.
I thought for a minute. I was very intrigued by him. "I think I can live through it. I've been through worse." I smiled.
He started chuckling. "True."
"So are you going to tell me?" My brain lost control of what I was saying. Words just slipped out of my voice. I sat down on the floor, and pat the ground in front of me. He sat.
"My name was Emmett Dale McCarty. I was born in 1915, in Gatlinburg, Tennessee." I stared at him. He was nice and strong. He looked like a professional weight lifter. I could get lost in his eyes. "I was the youngest of a huge Scotch-Irish-American family. And then when I was 20, I was there in the forest, lost actually. That's when the bear attacked me." I smiled. "I told you I didn't have a very fascinating human life."
"Well I object." I laughed.
"Will you please tell me about you? It's killing me over here!" He laughed again and his eyes were smoldering mine. There was no way I could say no. I sighed and explained to him everything.
When I was done he just stared at the door. He growled. "I'm- I'm gonna kill those scumbags." He sat up and I almost didn't catch him.
"Don't worry about that. I already did." He wrapped his arms around me. If I could blush, I would be apple red.
"Ahh. So I got a tough one here." He smiled.
He looked down at me and laughed. I slid out of his grasp and sat back down, so did he. We were sitting across from each other. He changed the subject. "So Carlisle and Esme talked to me. They asked me if I wanted to join the family." He paused for a second. "And I said yes." He laughed. He laughs a lot, I noticed. And he likes to make people laugh. "But it's kind of strange because all three of us, Edward, you, and me. We are like brothers and sisters. And it's weird because I like you." I froze. The words I wanted to hear.
All I could get out was. "Me too." Across the hall I could hear a laugh coming from Edwards bedroom.
Get over yourself Edward.
He laughed again.
I stared into Emmett's eyes.
He pulled me up and hugged me. He grabbed my hand and we walked downstairs.
a/n: You gotta love Emmett... REVIEW :)