Rosalie hid herself well in the dark green leaves of the tall tree, being able to see the stupid girl with easiness. She narrowed her eyes as she watched, unsure of what the human was doing.

"You have to sit really still," Kit said quietly to who Rosalie assumed to be Indigo, "They won't come if you're not still."

Rosalie gagged at the smell coming from the round tin cans that Kit had opened and she brought her hand up to cover her nose. What was Kit going to do? Eat that? Rosalie knew the girl was weird, but not this weird. What kind of mortal would eat something that smelled so repulsive?

"Now, what?" Indigo demanded.

Kit placed a finger to her lips, and took a seat on the porch step, "Wait. Patience, sweetheart."

Rosalie couldn't help but simper at that. Sweetheart. Kit had called Indigo sweetheart. It had been in a loving and motherly tone. So, Kit liked kids? She was a caretaker and Alice had said something about Kit loving her little sister more than anything.

Ugh, Rosalie had half a mind to punch Alice in the face. She loved her sister, but Rosalie was tired of hearing about the two human girls all the time. They had other things to worry about.

A breeze blew and Rosalie gagged again at the odd smell coming from below. What the hell was that?

And then Rosalie saw them. Cats. Stray cats, to be more specific. There were only two of them, but they were meowing and purring as they hesitantly approached the cans, sniffing them as they did so. Oh, it was cat food.

"Kitty, look!" Indigo gasped.

For a second, Rosalie thought the small child was talking to the cats, but then Kit nodded and gestured to Indigo to be quiet again.

Kit actually responded to that stupid nickname!? The name of some annoying house pet? It was worse than when Emmett called her 'Rosie'.

"See the orange one?" Kit pointed, "She's Alani and the gray one? He's Ashes."

Rosalie rolled her eyes. Alani and Ashes? Great, more foolish names.

"Can we keep them?" Indigo begged, bouncing on the step.

"No," Kit shook her head, "You know daddy's allergic. In fact, we'll probably have to shower after we go in or he'll be sneezing all night and then mom will be crabby."

Indigo sighed, leaning her head against Kit's shoulder, "Okay," she was clearly disappointed.

Kit laughed softly, "Why don't you try for a dog? That sounds more reasonable. Hurry, look, Indi! They're coming closer."

"What are you doing?"

Rosalie jumped at the sudden feeling of calm that washed over her causing a hiss to escape her throat as she twisted on the branch to face her brother.

"What the hell are you doing!?" she shot back, "You shouldn't be here!"

"And you should?" Jasper countered.

"Ha!" Rosalie glared, "Unlike you, I have self-control."

Jasper didn't react, having heard that one before, and the smirk he offered made Rosalie want to rip his head off.

"Are you done with your tantrum?" he asked casually.

"What are you doing here?" Rosalie repeated, her mild annoyance returning.

"Alice sent me," Jasper kept his voice low, "She had a vision. Emmett's leaving after school, tomorrow. You should have waited until then."

"He can't stay mad at me," Rosalie said, "It's all show."

"That's his mate," Jasper said seriously, "You know he'd never get over it if you-

Rosalie snarled loudly and she could see the cats scatter out of her peripheral vision as well as hear Indigo crying out in dissatisfaction.

"How dare you even suggest that I would do something to hurt Emmett," she was shaking with rage and was sure that she could see red, "Don't. Ever—you-

The calm returned. Stronger this time and Rosalie relaxed, feeling a warm hand on her shoulder to keep her steady.

"They left!" Indigo cried, "Come back, cats!"

"Something must have spooked them," Kit placed her hand on Indigo's head, "Don't worry, sweetheart, we'll feed them again, tomorrow if it doesn't rain."

Jasper's eyes were alight with curiosity, but he turned his attention back to his 'twin', "Do you have plans to spy on Bella as well?"

"No," Rosalie said, still calm, "I hate her."

Jasper's eyes widened a fraction, surprised at the bluntness. Both in the car and at home, Alice had practically screamed with excitement, bouncing off the walls and hugging Edward. He had talked to Bella. After over a month of torturing himself, Edward had finally spoken to the human girl.

It eased Jasper's pain because Edward's emotions had become more positive whether or not he was aware of it—and that made Jasper's life easier, made him less snappy and irritable.

Though he didn't understand Rosalie's overwhelming hatred for Bella. When they had the family meeting about the brunette, killing had been the ultimate solution for Rosalie, but when it had come to Kit, Rosalie had only been upset and snappy. She had destroyed part of Esme's kitchen, but she hadn't been murderous like Jasper had thought she would be. In fact, an undertone of surprise and happiness had been intertwined with Rosalie's emotions.

He had even questioned Emmett about Rosalie's strange behavior when they had been playing video games, but Emmett had laughed like always and shrugged, claiming that only Rosalie and Edward had the answer to why their relationship was so strained and why Rosalie hated Bella so much.

The only thing Jasper found out was that Emmett had gotten Rosalie's word that she'd be nice to Kit and Emmett was satisfied with that.

However, when Jasper regarded the entire situation that his brothers were in, he wasn't sure how to feel when he tapped in to his own emotions. He was happy for his brothers because they had found their mates, but like Rosalie, he was worried about their secret being exposed. Two humans would know about them and that was two too many. Sure, he and Rose could easily kill them if it became necessary, but that didn't stop the over protectiveness of his wife. This was a risk and he didn't want Alice to be any part of it, but it seemed like that was inevitable as she constantly referred to Kit and Bella as her best friends and even spoke with Kit on a daily basis, since Emmett had given her permission.

No matter what, he could never cause Alice distress or sadness. So, he had agreed to let both girls live.

"Indi, come back here!"

Kit's frantic voice snapped Jasper out of his thoughts and he turned his head to see the girl walk down the steps, her face full of worry.

"Kitty, I want to find them!" Indigo called, "Please? Come on."

Rosalie huffed in irritation as Kit chased after her sister. Rosalie's plan had been to watch the girl for awhile, in hopes to see what Emmett found so appealing about her, but it was not in her plan, to follow Kit around Forks.

"I'm going home," she declared, "This was a waste of my time."

Jasper arched a single eyebrow when Rosalie failed to move and he listened intently to make sure that Kit and her sister were all right. He had yet to introduce himself to Kit properly. Maybe that was due to his surprise. Emmett was taking this whole 'human mate' thing a lot better than Edward was.

"He loves her," Jasper said, glancing at Rosalie to gauge her reaction, "Did you know that?"

Rosalie shrugged it off, only it was obvious that she cared, "It was going to happen eventually," she sighed, "Does she at least return Emmett's feelings?"

"I..." Jasper hesitated, frowning, "Yes, I think so. The love she has is almost overwhelming….kind of like Esme. It's hard to filter, but yes, she loves him. She just hasn't admitted it, yet. Then again, neither has he."

"Indi?" came Kit's voice again, "Come on, I mean it. Willa's coming over soon—gotcha!"

A shriek of laughter could be heard and Kit came into view again, carrying her sister on her back.

"You little stinker," Kit grumbled, "You're lucky I can run in heels."

"Emmett had to carry her on their date, yesterday," Jasper said amusingly, "She's afraid of heights."

Rosalie didn't respond, her eyes still trained on Kit. She didn't see anything fascinating about Kit. She wasn't that pretty, she laughed too much, she had too many freckles, her eyes were way too green, her breasts were small, and she clearly had nothing better to do than hang around with eight-year-old children.

"Willa's sleeping over, tomorrow?" Indigo asked, playing with Kit's hair.

Kit nodded, ducking under a tree branch, "Mhm. Just us, though. We have homework to finish and I don't want you eavesdropping. It's not polite."

Indigo didn't look convinced and the smile she wore was mischievous, "Are you going to talk about Emmett?" she enunciated his name.

Jasper couldn't help but smile at the emotions the two girls were projecting. The look on Kit's face was priceless, especially when Indigo started to make kissing noises. Rosalie scoffed again and folded her arms across her chest.

Kit, however, rolled her eyes in response to her sister, "You would like to know, wouldn't you?"

"Tell me, tell me, tell me!" Indigo begged.

"Willa might ask, but I have nothing else to tell her," Kit said simply.

Indigo leaned her cheek against the back of Kit's neck, "Well, then, is he going to come over again?"

Kit gave an embarrassed sigh and she shook her head, "No more boy talk, you're too young for this."

"Am not!" Indigo exclaimed.

"Yes, you are," Kit said firmly, "No more. Down, now. Let's go inside, I'll help you with your math."

"Ugh, I hate math!" Indigo groaned, stomping up the stairs.

"Ugh, I know, it's the worst!" Kit mimicked, following her sister inside, "Kitchen table, young lady and I suggest you change your attitude."

"Ugh!"

"That's not it, but keep trying!" Kit shouted, sound vaguely annoyed, "Kitchen table."

"Hmm," Rosalie hummed when the door shut. She narrowed her black eyes as another gust of wind blew. She would need to hunt soon.

"What?" Jasper asked, "You're less irritated."

"She's not attractive," Rosalie said, "And those freckles?"

"That's her skin," Jasper scoffed.

"Whatever," Rosalie mumbled, "She's ugly."

Jasper shot her a look. Rosalie was the most beautiful woman in the world and she knew it. She could turn the heads of blind men with her beauty that had been magnified with her transformation. It was rude of her to say that Kit wasn't pretty.

He straightened up on the tree branch,"My job is done. I would suggest hunting before you return to the house."

"Tonight," Rosalie promised. She met his eyes, "You okay?"

"I went with Al, yesterday," Jasper reminded her, "But we'll all go, next week. It will be sunny."

Rosalie was smiling at the thought of herself sparkling in the sun. Though she detested being a vampire, she'd spend hours looking at her blinding reflection in a nearby stream, "Great."

"Let's go, then," Jasper suggested, "Esme will start to worry."

Rosalie's mood turned sour again, no doubt thinking of the main cause of Esme's worry these days: Edward.

He had sat with that other stupid human at lunch and had even drove Bella home after she had fainted like some sort of damsel in biology class. Once Rosalie had gotten in the car, she had cursed him out in her head and glowered at Edward the whole way home.

It didn't help her mood that she had seen Kit skipping like she had no care in the world, her hand clutched in Emmett's as he walked at a slow pace to keep up with her. But at least Emmett had made a decision, he was accepting his future and had decided to keep the secret until further notice, Edward was just messing things up by leaping in front of cars, going back and forth, and giving cryptic answers.

"Jackass," she mumbled, before darting off, Jasper in front of her.

"...And you're sure you're all right?" Kit frowned, picking at the phone cord. She had heard in gym that Bella had fainted earlier in biology. Something about blood. Mike had rushed through the words before he began to talk about the girl's choice dance, dropping not so subtle hints that Kit should ask him.

"Yes," Bella promised, "I'm fine, now. It happens, sometimes, but Edward drove me home."

Kit smiled. She could hear the blush in Bella's voice and she had seen the two sitting together at lunch. Bella liked Edward, that much was evident as Bella had mentioned him quite a few times while they talked on the phone or walked together to a class they shared.

"If you say so," Kit didn't sound convinced, "I should leave you to rest, Willa's upstairs and I'm supposed to be helping her with our project."

"Okay," Bella said, "Thanks for calling to check-in. I'll see you, tomorrow."

"Mhm," Kit promised, "Bye, Bella."

"Bye."

Kit hung up the phone first and as soon as she had done so, she rushed up the stairs to her mother's art room where she found Willa sitting on her mother's stool.

Willa flipped through the pieces of lined paper and looked up when she heard footsteps, "How many do we need to have?"

"It's supposed to be one entry for each day in a month," Kit said, walking closer, "Half of them should be done. How many is—oh, fourteen. We should have fourteen."

"Okay, yeah," Willa nodded, "We do."

Their English project was simple: take a character from The Great Gatsby and create diary entries. Then, they had to write a poem based on their feelings throughout the book. Willa and Kit had been assigned Daisy Fay Buchanan.

"I found this how-to website," Kit took a seat and clicked open a window on the computer, "We can make the paper look old by baking it in tea or even coffee."

Willa made a face, leaning in closer, "Is that sanitary?"

"I would think so," Kit said, scrolling, "We don't need that much of it."

"Okay," Willa agreed, "But we should use blank paper—printer paper. I'll do some, tonight. Email me the link?"

Kit was already doing so, having signed into her email on the family desktop computer that was located upstairs in her mother's art room.

A sharp intake of breath caused Willa to look up from the papers that she had been shifting through. Seeing the paleness of Kit's face and that she made no move to stop her, Willa leaned closer and peered at the screen, but before she could get a good look at the email, Kit closed the window.

"Hey!" Willa protested, "What was that?"

"It was a spam email," Kit told her. She pushed away from the desk and stood up, "I'll go get printer paper and preheat the oven. If you look in my bag, there should be more of the diary entries. I was working on them, last night."

Willa made a big show of grabbing Kit's bag, "Okay. They're in your English journal?"

Kit opened the door and nodded, "Yes, the red one."

Willa found it with ease and flipped it open, but as soon as she heard Kit's footsteps descending down the stairs, she practically jumped into the abandoned chair, clicking open a new internet window.

"Someone forgot to clear their internet history and sign out," she sang quietly to herself, easily finding the page. She clicked open the email.

'Nice outfit, who picked it out, your grandmother. Oh wait, she's dead. Haha. Dumb bitch.'

Willa's eyes widened at the email, then she frowned. There were at least five others, all under the same Yahoo! email address.

"Are you kidding me?" Willa whispered.

This was an invasion of privacy. A huge invasion and Willa knew that, but she had seen the look on Kit's face and was able to put two and two together. The look on Kit's face, had been the same look she had when she got a text message or saw Lauren in the hallway.

Now, Willa wasn't stupid and she knew better to get involved in others people's business, but this was different. This was her best friend.

Willa didn't bother to close the email, not even ten minutes later when she heard Kit's heels coming back up the stairs and down the hallway.

"Sorry I took so long," Kit said, "The oven took six minutes an—why are you looking at me like that?"

"It's on the computer, now?" Willa asked, gesturing to the screen.

Kit's mouth flew open and she floundered for words before she stomped her foot, much like she had seen Indigo do, but it didn't have the right effect like she had hoped. She had wanted to come off as angry and furious, but she just wasn't an angry person.

"Tha—you went through my email?" she questioned softly, "Why would you do something like that?"

"I didn't have to go through it," Willa countered in the same soft tone, "There's so many of them. Why would you not show anyone this? Look at you, you're almost in tears or have you already been crying?"

Kit was agape and then she went forward, moving the emails to a different folder. She cleared her history and shut down the computer.

"I found printer paper downstairs," Kit said, "And the oven should be ready. What kind of tea should we use?"

Willa could tell that Kit was trying to lighten the situation by changing the subject, but it wasn't working.

"I don't understand why you won't talk about it," Willa pushed.

"I—Willa," Kit sighed, her tone pleading, "Can we talk about this later?"

Later would never come. Willa knew that and she knew that Kit knew she knew that. So, Willa wasn't sure why they used this code. It was never going to be talked about for whatever personal reasons Kit had. Perhaps she was just someone who didn't like to talk about her problems. Maybe Kit had some other coping skill. At least, Willa hoped she did, but whether she liked it or not, Willa had to leave it alone. If Kit didn't want to talk about it, then that was that.

"You know I'm here, though?" Willa asked, "If you ever want to talk?"

Now, Kit looked sad, "Yes," she promised, "I'm sorry, it's not you Willa—

"It's me," Willa said at the same time Kit did.

"Yes," Kit nodded, a small smile on her face, "Exactly."

Willa looked Kit up and down, her eyes narrowing. Because Kit didn't talk about it, Willa didn't know much of the situation between her friend and Lauren. Besides the incident with the coffee and occasional name-calling in the hallway, the email was the first thing that Willa had actually seen between the two. Actual physical evidence that their was something going on.

"Are you coming?" Kit called from the doorway, "We have a lot to do."

"Yeah," Willa grabbed the journal and the other things they would need, "I'm coming."

She followed Kit to the kitchen where she saw a cookie sheet laid out on the counter and a small stack of white printer paper.

"Now what?" Willa asked, flipping through the paper. She was still irritated about the deflection.

Kit shrugged, beginning to fill a saucepan with water before she placed it on the stove, "Make tea, pour in the pan with paper, and then we wait."

"Sounds simple enough," Willa leaned her elbows on the counter, picking at the piece of rust on the cookie sheet, deciding to cheer Kit up and she knew the perfect way to do it.

Willa sighed, a loud and dramatic sound, "So..."

"Oh, Willa!" Kit groaned, throwing her head back, "Please, don't."

"Shut up!" Willa laughed, her grin mischievous, "You can read my mind now?"

"No," Kit rolled her eyes playfully, "I just know you."

"Are you going to ask Emmett to the dance, then?" Willa teased. She wasn't much for gossip, either, but she was curious.

Kit frowned and bit her lip, through a smile, "I'm not sure. I haven't thought about it, to be honest. Are you going to ask anyone?"

"I'm a snob when it comes to school dances," Willa shrugged almost carelessly, "It's a habit I'm trying to break."

Kit looked at her friend, her eyes wide. Willa was such a sweetheart, far from a snob. She kept her (head) held high, but she was quiet and reserved when it came to school unless she was laughing or with her friends. Kit couldn't imagine Willa being stuck-up or thinking that she was better than people.

"I'm not quite understanding," Kit admitted, covering the pan with a lid, "What do you mean? You're not a snob."

Willa shifted her weight and began to pick the rust out of her nails, "It's bad..."

Kit glanced at Willa and went to the counter, beginning to place the pieces of paper on the cookie sheet, "Oh?"

Willa flicked her eyes up and scowled, "I hate it when you do that."

"Sorry," Kit smiled apologetically, "I don't want to push you," Kit said, "But, okay. Tell me, then."

Willa gave a dramatic sigh, "I'm a dancer," she began to explain, "And I plan to do it professionally, so, unless I'm dancing with another experienced dancer, then I have no desire to go with someone with no dance background—unless I really like someone, but I haven't met someone like that, yet. Anyway, I get really snippy and super intense and I just want to push everyone away and dance by myself."

"Interesting," Kit said, unconcerned by the confession, "That makes sense."

Willa stared at Kit, "It does?"

"Doesn't it?" Kit asked, "If you're a professional, I'm sure you're very picky and anxious about it. I mean, it's your life, your future career. Sure, it sounds a little intense, but..." Kit trailed off with a shrug and giggled, "It's kind of funny."

"I guess," Willa snickered, watching Kit take the water off the stove before she added a bunch of teabags, "Are you going to do it professionally?"

Kit looked at her, clearly confused, "Do what?"

"The violin?" Willa said this like it was obvious, "Duh."

"Oh," Kit blinked, "Most likely, but if not, I think I'd study to become an art therapist or do something in the medical field."

"Huh," Willa mumbled, "But violin, most likely?"

"95%," Kit promised.

"Julliard?"

There was a lilt of hope behind Willa's accent and Kit nodded as she poured the tea into the cookie sheet. Already knowing what Willa was getting at, Kit grinned widely, "We could go to Julliard, together."

"That would be amazing," Will said almost dreamily, "We'd wreak havoc all over campus."

Kit snorted sarcastically, placing the cookie sheet in the oven, "Right. A classical violinist and a ballerina. People would be shaking in their shoes."

Willa laughed, "Do you want to be a dear and help me with my math homework? Please?"

"Sure," Kit nodded, "We can do that while waiting for the paper to be done. Are you hungry? Do you want anything?"

"No, thank you," Willa said, heading over to the kitchen table.

Kit looked at the clock hanging above the doorway, "My parents should be home soon and they'll have food with them."

Willa pulled out her textbook, "Okay. Hey, how are your grades?"

"All 'A's, I think," Kit said self-consciously, "You?"

Willa huffed, debating whether or not to break her pencil in half "'A's in everything, now, but history. I stink, but aren't you good at it?"

Kit hesitated with her answer. She didn't know if she was necessarily good at history. She just liked it.

"I can help," she offered, "Are you good at math?"

"Embarrassingly so," Willa said without hesitation, "I can help."

Kit laughed, "We make a good team, then. I tried to help Indi yesterday and it was a disaster."

After that, the two fell silent, occasionally breaking it to lend help and offer assistance.

A warm and herbal smell started to fill the house and Kit made a pleasured sound, her body relaxing, "I'll check on the paper."

She got up and opened the oven, wincing when the heat hit her face. She grabbed the potholders from the counter and took the tray out, setting it atop to stove to cool.

"Willa, come look at this," she encouraged with a smile, "It looks cool."

Willa placed her pencil down and got up from her chair, going over to stand beside Kit.

The paper had turned a light brown color and poking at it, revealed a crispy and wrinkled texture.

"We'll have to be careful writing," Willa said, "It looks fragile."

"And I don't think pencil will show up," Kit added, "So, pen?"

"Black," Willa nodded.

"Okay," Kit agreed, "If we finish baking the paper, now and both write the entries on them, tonight, then we can start on the poem on Friday and have the rest of the weekend."

Though she was someone who preferred staying in on the weekends, Kit was still a teenager who wasn't too fond of homework and she had a habit of procrastinating, but it had gotten better.

"Sounds perfect," Willa smiled, pouring the rest of the tea into the pan. She looked up, startled when Kit had jumped, "Are you okay? I didn't accidentally splash you, did I?"

"No," Kit shook her head, "I forgot one of my books upstairs. Be right back."

She walked quickly out of the room and back upstairs, her hand falling to the pocket of her skirt. She had jumped because her phone had vibrated, catching her by surprise and sometimes, she couldn't even get away with keeping it on vibrate if it rang too much.

She slipped into the bathroom and closed the door, pulling out her phone once she had done so. She had one unread text message.

'U make everyone's life miserable. No one wants you here. Drop dead.'

Kit closed the text message and returned the phone to pocket, taking a deep breath and willing herself not to cry.