Disclaimer: Yeah, I don't own it. It's all S. Meyer's.

Yep, it's been a while, but I'm officially a master, lol, finally completed grad school, so now I should have more time to write.

Oh and yeah, I still prefer not to use a beta for this, so there are sure to be plenty of errors which, I'm okay with. :)

Chapter 33

We arrive at the shooting a range, it's a little piece off in the woods with targets set up against hay bales. There are some coke cans to practice our shooting on as well. The guys are all kinds of mixed emotions behind me as I saunter over to pick out my gun of choice for the day.

Now, don't get me wrong, I like a big ol' shot gun every now and again, but I love my sweet little pink covered Ruger lc9, just as much. She shoots like a dream, and I'm nothing but grateful that the producers brought one just like my baby at home for me to use today.

I glance over my shoulder at the boys here with me today. It looks as if James is feeling better; his hair however is looking as greasy as ever thanks to the hot sun and the sweat dripping from his ponytail.

Yep, just as attractive as it sounds.

Thankfully cutie dimpled Emmett is with me today, so I at least of some eye candy and a flirt buddy.

I scan the rest of the guys and chuckle as some of them look like a kid on Christmas and others look a little scared shitless. You can definitely tell the city boys from the country, as the country boys waste no time picking out a gun and loading it up with precision and skill.

The Creep Brothers, James and Aro, look completely ridiculous out here in their black slacks, dress shoes and blue and red button downs. I want to laugh at them, I really do, but Mama always told me that it's not nice to laugh at the helpless or clueless, in this case.

Eleazar is here to and I'll admit he's pretty easy on the eyes, and said eyes are staring right back at me and his gorgeous tanned self is walking toward me, gun in hand. I'm aware of what game he is about the throw, but so help me god, I just don't care. He can curse me in Spanish for all I care and I would still be salivating over his beauty and wanting to kiss him stupid.

"Beautiful Bella, forgive me, but I'm sort of new to this. Would you mind helping me select a gun and showing me how to use it."

Now, I was born at night, but not last night, but like I said, he can play stupid and I don't give a rip. I just giggle at him, grab his hand and lead him over to pick out a moderately sized gun that won't give him too much of a kick back. I then lead him to a target line and help him place his ammunition in the gun. I show him how to cock it into place and like the perfect little southern gal that I am I take my aim and hit my target dead on.

The boys hoot and holler behind me and I'm greeted with high fives all around. I'll admit that I'm having a good time, though some very prominent green eyes are never far from my mind.

James then tries to play dumb and I begrudgingly play along for the cameras, still not wanting to show too much favoritism… or disgust this early on.

"That was pretty hot, Bella." He swings his ponytail around and wipes the sweat and grease from his forehead, then in what I think is a seduction attempt, he opens a few of his buttons and I'm trying not to vomit in my mouth when I notice his sweaty chest hair poking out of his shirt.

Thankfully my night and shinning dimpled muscle man comes and saves me, as he grabs me by the waist and hoist me over his shoulder for some one on one time, while the guys all continue to shoot, or attempt to anyway.

I'm laughing my denim cut off covered behind off as he carries me and plops me down on an old hay bale, then sits right beside me chuckling as well.

His eyes hold mirth and maybe a few secrets that I'm dying to find out about.

He grabs my hand, in his much larger one as I pick out the dried pieces of grass from the bale and twist it around my fingers.

"So, Bella, tell me what made you want to do this show, I mean your gorgeous, obviously. How come you aren't settled down already?"

He too begins playing with the hay as a slight distraction as he waits for my answer.

"Well, honestly in the south women are practically married straight out of high school, and really, that was never for me. I've never been the girl that just wants to settle. I wanted to see the world a little bit. And I did, got my heartbroken a few times along the way, but it just made me stronger and more aware of the kind of person I do eventually want to settle down with." I shrug, because this is the common tale of the wild country girl that leaves and comes running right back to her hometown with her tail between her legs because the big bad world is a scary place sometimes.

Emmett shifts closer to me and places his arm around me pulling me practically unto his lap. He smells good, not as good as Edward, but while in Emmett's arms, I forgot about Edward for a fraction of a second. I feel really safe here, protected even.

He lets out a sigh and I can tell he wants to tell me something, but is hesitant to do so. I get it, I do, it's still early in the game… a little too early to show all of our cards even.

"Bella, I think I understand that better than anyone here possibly could. I really hope that you'll give me the time to get to know you and that we can begin as friends." He pauses for a moment as he continues to play with pieces of hay with his free hand and we both stare off toward the woods.

"I just-I want you to know that, well I hope you know that, out of everyone here, if you ever need someone to talk to, well I can be that somebody. I mean even if it's to vent about some of these other yahoo's out here.

I giggle again; it seems he's good at reducing me to giggles. I place my hand on his chest and am about to give him a light peck on the check, when we hear a gunshot followed by a horrendous scream that could've rivaled Jacob's.

Emmett helps me up and we run over to see what in the heck just happened, and with these guys out here, there is just no telling.

When we approach the range, I see that Aro is on the ground, clutching his leg tightly and blood is oozing out. He's screaming profanities at James and I'm slowly starting to put two and two together.

Maybe bringing these inexperienced guys out here to the range wasn't the best idea.

The on staff EMTs run out there and start assessing the damage to Aro's leg. James, for his part has the decency to look guilty and apologetic. He also profusely apologizes to me as he tells me he didn't mean to shoot him that he was just aiming the gun at the ground as he attempted to load it and his finger slipped and the gun went off. Aro just so happened to be standing right next to him and took the shot in the shin.

I'm holding my laughter in, because really, if it had to happen to two people here, it's just pretty damn funny it was the Grease Brothers.

Aro's howling cry of pain makes me lose the smirk quickly and focus on giving him some TLC. I talk to him and give him a little flirt medicine as the EMT's load him into the ambulance.

We all look around and after few minutes of idle chatter, I decide to call it a day and head back to the mansion to drop off the boys.

It was a nice day, cut short, but at least I found one or two more decent men that I can keep around. Now, if I can only catch a few stolen glances at Edward before I have to leave the men for the day.

A/N: If you are still reading this, then bless your heart and thank you so much!