It was unusually foggy the next day, the air thick with it from what Kit could see outside her window. She pulled the curtain closed and grabbed her sweater, yanking it over her head as she rushed down the stairs.
Her sweater was light pink and open knit with a solid heart woven into the front and a matching tank top underneath. She wore it with a pair of high-waisted elastic blue jeans, and a pair of four-inch simple black booties. She wore a black beret atop her head. It was more casual than she was used to, but she had woken up late.
Though the Cullen's would be returning and Emmett would be picking her up, she was not looking forward to school. She never did, anymore.
"Morning mom, daddy," she greeted with a smile.
"Morning, Kit Kat," Blake grinned, "How did you sleep?"
"Great," Kit said honestly, "A lot better."
"Good," Everly kissed her daughter's forehead, "And thank you for dinner, last night. It was delicious."
"No problem," Kit glanced around the kitchen, "Where's, Indi?"
Blake pointed to the calendar magnetized to the fridge, "There's some kind of teacher training? Yes, a teacher training. So, the kids don't have school."
"Lucky her," Kit mumbled, "And only a couple more days until Spring Break too."
"Mhm," Everly hummed, "Kit, speaking of school, we wanted to talk to you about that."
"Oh?" Kit asked, taking a seat at the table, "What about it?"
"Well, we wanted to talk to you yesterday, but you were sleeping," Blake said seriously, "Don't think we forgot about your little attitude the other day. Because of school?"
"Oh, yes," Kit mumbled, "That. Again, I'm really sorry, but it all got worked out. Everything is fine, now."
Blake arched an eyebrow, "Oh? Is that so?"
Kit sighed, running her stubby fingernails over the sleek tabletop, "Yes. Emmett and I. Just…our relationship status."
"And what is your relationship status?" Everly asked, sounding much like her husband.
"Slow," Kit said, her cheeks burning, "We're taking it slow."
"Good," Blake nodded in approval, "I like that…what else is going on?"
Kit shrugged, sighing again, "I've been sad about Willa. You know, she's starting half-days after Spring Break. Not even half-days. She'll be leaving after third period."
"What?" Everly gasped, "Why?"
"You know she wants to be a professional dancer," Kit sighed, scratching her arm, "And she needs more time for dance. Well, that's what her teacher says. She's going to be doing the rest of her schoolwork at home. She wanted to do full-time home-schooling, but her parents want her to wait and see if this is som-
"You're rambling," Blake cut in gently.
"Oh," Kit took a deep breath, "Sorry. Anyway, that will be happening. I'll still see her, but..." she shrugged, "It's fine. We'll still have second and third hour together."
Blake nodded and placed a spinach omelet in front of Kit. His daughter had taken to showering first, getting dressed, eating, and then brushing her teeth. It was an odd routine, but he didn't comment on it.
"And that's really what's been upsetting you lately?" Blake asked, tilting his head to the side. Something was off, "Emmett and Willa?"
"Part of it," Kit answered honestly, "Daddy, I just—I don't want to talk about it. Things we'll get better after Spring Break, okay?"
With that said, she cut off a large piece of her omelet and took a bite.
"I'm sorry that I'm being so awful," Kit took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, "High school's different here. You know, everyone grew up together. Ms. Cope even said that these kids' grandparents went to school together."
"Bella's new," Blake pointed out.
"Yes, but I'm not Bella, daddy," Kit tried to keep the irritation out of her voice, "She's popular and everyone was excited for her to come. She's the Chief's daughter. They were waiting for her arrival."
"Kit..." Everly sighed softly, "You've never worried about this stuff before. You've always danced to your own beat. Now you want to fit in?"
"I've never had a preference," Kit said, "I like who I am, I like my clothes and my personality. We talked about this, mom, but—I don't care about fitting in..."
'I just don't want people to hate me,' she finished in her head, 'Or tell me how miserable my existence makes them.'
"School is really tough, Kit," Blake straddled a chair, "You know, your mother was my only friend my Junior year. Did you know that?"
"What?" Kit almost choked, "Are you serious?"
"Dead," Blake nodded, "Being a boy who was into painting and art?" he snorted, "Forget it. Everyone thought I was weird. You know, I flunked gym."
"They thought you were weird?" Kit repeated, "And they made fun of you?"
"All the time," Blake sighed. He laughed, "You know, you're mother-
"All right, Blake," Everly slapped a hand over her husband's mouth, "That's enough reminiscing and I'm pretty sure that's a story for another time," reluctantly she removed her hand and addressed her daughter, "The point is, that—well, we understand what it's like to be in high school and not fit in, okay?"
Kit nodded, feeling better as she finished her breakfast, "Okay. Thanks, mom, daddy. That helps."
"Anything else that you want to tell us before heading off to school?" Everly asked, taking Kit's plate to the sink.
"Nothing that I can think of," Kit kissed her father's cheek, "But you'll both be the first to know if I can think of anything. I'm going to go upstairs and brush my teeth."
Blake watched his daughter and once he was sure that she was out of earshot, he turned to face his wife, "What do you think, Ev?"
"I'm not sure," Everly bit her lip, "She did open up to us—a little bit and maybe that's what's really bothering her. Rumors can get annoying and you know what? Maybe she is talking to someone. Willa or even Emmett. What teenager tells their parents everything? She's at that age, now. Isn't that what best friends and boyfriends are for? To talk about how lame we are?"
"Hey!" Blake protested, wrapping his arms around Everly, "We are not lame."
Everly chuckled, "Of course not, honey, but you know what I mean."
"Mhm," Blake sighed, pressing his lips firmly to Everly's. Just as he settled his hands on Everly's hips, there was a knock at the door.
Everly pulled away, kissing Blake quickly, "I'll get it."
She went to the door and opened it, smiling widely at the person standing on her porch.
"Emmett," she greeted, "Good morning, how are you?"
"I'm well, good morning," Emmett responded, walking into the house, "How are you?"
Everly exhaled softly, "All right," she placed a hand on his arm, "I wanted to ask you something. About Kit."
Emmett frowned, "What about her?"
"I simply wanted to ask if she's been...talking to you," Everly spoke carefully, "You don't need to tell me details, but Blake and I have been worried about her. Have you noticed anything off?"
"No," Emmett said smoothly, "Not at all," he fidgeted, pretending to try and remember, "She keeps mentioning an art school. Julliard? Yeah, she's been really stressed about that. She wants everything to be perfect when it's time to audition."
"Ah, okay," Everly seemed to relax at that, "Yes, believe me, Blake and I hear about Julliard quite often. I think she's worried that in a couple years, Willa will get in and she won't, but she doesn't need to think like that. Have you heard her play?"
"No," Emmett shook his head, offering Blake a smile.
"Oh, it's wonderful," Everly said dreamily, "And you know, Willa's starting half-days after Spring Break."
Emmett nodded. He had know about that, already, having heard Willa gush to Kit about it last week, her eyes filled with tears of joy and disbelief that her teachers really believed that she had the potential to be a principle dancer.
"Hello, Emmett," Blake greeted, shaking his hand.
"Blake," Emmett nodded, "How are you?"
"Good and yourself?"
"Great," Emmett answered, "Do you mind if I give Kit a ride to school, today?"
"Not at all," Blake said, "In fact, I bet seeing you will brighten up her mood. She's been down in the dumps, lately."
"So I've heard..." Emmett muttered.
Proving Blake right, as soon as Kit came back downstairs, her eyes lit up even though she had seen him last night, "Good morning, Emmett," she said shyly.
"Morning," he smiled and kissed the top of her head, "Would you like to ride with me, today?"
She looked at her parents for approving nods before she turned back to Emmett and accepted his offer.
"Was Indigo up?" Blake asked, hugging Kit.
"Sound asleep," Kit told him, "Let her know that I want to spend Saturday with her. Maybe go walk on the beach if it isn't too cold."
"Okay," Blake nodded, "Will do."
"Bye, Kit Kat," Everly hugged her tightly, "Have a nice day."
Kit smiled weakly, "I will. I love you."
Everly returned the smile, "I love you more."
"Not possible."
"Yes, possible," Everly chuckled, "Go on. We'll see you after school."
Kit nodded and accepted the hand that Emmett held out, walking in-step beside him as they went out the front door.
The mist was ice cold and Kit skipped to the passenger side of the same dark silver car that she had seen when Emmett first picked her up.
As soon as the car started, Emmett cranked up the heater and pulled out of the driveway, "Huh, you're not freaking out, this time."
"Freaking out?" she questioned, "About what?"
"I increased to eighty-five," Emmett pointed to the speedometer.
"What's the fastest you've gone?" Kit asked, almost afraid to know the answer.
"Over one hundred," Emmett shrugged, "What's the fastest you've gone?"
"The speed limit," Kit laughed.
"Oh, Kit," Emmett sighed dramatically, "Live on the dangerous side, a little."
"I'm dating a vampire," Kit pointed out, "Is that not living on the dangerous side?"
Emmett winced, clutching the steering wheel tighter, "Yeah, I guess you're right."
Edward sat casually in his chair in Spanish class, not even paying attention as Mrs. Goff began. He was prepared to be entertained. Bella had so kindly pointed out to him that he had never seen her in action during gym and now, he planned too.
Mike's thoughts were easy to pinpoint and he was just in time to hear him offer to be Bella's partner.
The smile faded from his face and he clenched his teeth together, ignoring the weird look Emmett sent him. He had to constantly remind himself that murdering Mike Newton was not an option.
"Thanks, Mike—you don't have to do this, you know."
"Don't worry, I'll keep out of your way."
They grinned at each other, and flashes of numerous accidents—always in some way connected to Bella flashed through Mike's head.
Mike played alone at first, while Bella hesitated on the back half of the court, holding her racket gingerly, as if it was some kind of weapon. Then Coach Clapp ambled by and ordered Mike to let Bella play.
'Uh oh,' Mike thought as Bella moved forward with a sigh, holding her racket at an awkward angle.
Jennifer Ford served the birdie directly toward Bella with a smug twist to her thoughts. Mike saw Bella lurch toward it, swinging the racket yards wide of her target, and he rushed in to try to save the volley.
Edward watched the trajectory of Bella's racket with alarm. Sure enough, it hit the taut net and sprung back at her, clipping her forehead before it spun out to strike Mike's arm with a resounding thwack.
'Ow,' Mike thought, 'Ow. Ungh. That's going to leave a bruise.'
Bella was kneading her forehead and Edward clutched his desk. It was hard for him to stay in his seat where he belonged. Bella was hurt and he longed to go to her aid, but what could he do if he were there? She seemed okay, but, he decided if Coach Clapp continued to force Bella to play, he was going to think of some excuse to get her out of gym class.
The coach laughed. "Sorry, Newton."
'Whew,' the coach thought, 'That girl's the worst jinx I've ever seen. Shouldn't inflict her on the others...
He turned his back deliberately and moved to watch another game so that Bella could return to her former spectator's role.
'Ow,' Mike thought again, massaging his arm. He turned to Bella. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, are you?" she asked sheepishly, blushing.
"I think I'll make it," Mike promised.
'Don't want to sound like a crybaby,' he thought, 'But, man, that hurts!'
Mike swung his arm in a circle, wincing.
"I'll just stay back here," Bella said, embarrassment and chagrin on her face rather than pain.
'Stupid whore. Not even pretty. Ugly fat bitch! But Mike likes me, now. So there, Kit…'
The vulgar thought caught Edward by surprise. It was so angry and loud that he couldn't help but overhear it. He blinked unnecessarily to compose himself. He wanted to go back to watching Bella...he needed to, but he stayed in Jessica Stanley's mind, remembering Emmett's worry from the day before. He could do this for Emmett, considering his older brother had helped him with his plan regarding Angela and Ben.
"Kit, thanks so much for being on a team with me!" Lauren gushed.
'I didn't,' Kit thought, 'You grabbed me.'
Even from Kit's thoughts, Edward could tell she was close to tears.
'Do I want to ask what I did wrong?' Kit thought, 'No, no, that'll make things worse, I can't do that. Ugh, I'm so stupid, who even thinks like that? They'll probably just laugh at me. Like always.'
"Heard Emmett Cullen was at your house, yesterday," Lauren hissed, "You ugly little whore. How many people do you need to shack up with? Maybe I should warn Emmett. You might give him something."
'Again with this?" came Kit's anguished thoughts as she twirled her racket, 'That's an awful thing to say and it's getting old. How is she so casual about it?'
"You're no fun, Kit," Lauren pouted, "You just stand there. Don't think this is going to get better, bitch. I know you pushed Jessica. You think you can just get away with that!?"
Edward's eyes widened as he went back and forth between Lauren, Jessica, and Kit's thoughts. After checking-in on Bella, he glanced at Emmett and his brother glanced back.
'You look terrible dude," Emmett flicked his eyebrows up, 'What's going on?'
"K-Kit," Edward said in a voice that only Emmett could hear, "She's...being...completely tormented. Did you know that?"
It wasn't like him to tell other people's business. He was someone who didn't believe telling other people's stories, but this was different. This was something that someone needed to know and Edward wasn't going to go and tell Kit's parents. Kit didn't want them to know. She was trying to protect them.
Edward's hand shot out to rest firmly on Emmett's shoulder. He wasn't even a quarter as strong as his brother, but he hoped the physical connection would keep Emmett in his place. Edward understood the wanting to go run to the aid of a human as he had felt exactly that only moments ago.
"Remember where we are," he said in the same quiet voice. After a moment, he lowered his hand just in time for Mrs. Goff to start handing out papers for a quiz.
'We finish this damn quiz, leave early, and then you're telling me EVERYTHING!' Emmett shouted in his head, ignoring Edward's grimace.
"She ran out of class," Edward told him. He wasn't used to being inside Kit's head and lost track of her thoughts, "She's probably changing in the locker room."
Edward left Emmett to his livid and confused thoughts, breezing through the quiz with ease. Though, Emmett finished before him and was handing in his paper before Edward even put his pencil away. He was lucky that the humans were so focused on their own papers to notice how fast Emmett had been moving.
Mrs. Goff accepted the paper, "¿Estás bien, Emmett?"
"Sí, Sra. Goff," Emmett said quickly, "May I go?"
"Si, si," Mrs. Goff waved him off towards the door, accepting Edward's paper a second later.
"You have three seconds to talk," Emmett growled as he and Edward walked across campus.
"I overheard Jessica's thoughts," Edward said with a sigh, "Lauren's and Kit's. Think of everything Rosalie has ever called me and double it. That is what they are saying to Kit. Calling her vulgar and demeaning names, saying that she's sleeping with everyone, pushing and tripping her-
"Tripping her?" Emmett cried through clenched teeth, his eyes narrowing.
"That day she came out wearing Willa's shirt?" Edward waited for Emmett to nod, "Lauren purposely ran into her. They've all been text messaging her and sending her emails. That's most likely the reason why Jessica called yesterday and why Kit was so upset when you answered. She thinks it's going to get worse."
"Names, kid," Emmett demanded, "I want names."
"Lauren, Jessica, Katie Marshall, and Ashley Dowling," Edward said.
"How long?"
"Since she moved here," Edward told him, slowing his pace once he got close to the gym, "Kit will be out soon. She...was crying."
Emmett nodded and Edward tried his best to tune out Emmett's thoughts. They were so murderous, they would make Jasper cringe.
Kit dropped her racket, letting it clatter noisily to the floor. She didn't spare anyone a glance as she ran out of the gym and into the locker room, ignoring the calls of the coach and the snickers she could hear.
She went to her locker and ripped off her gym clothes, tears welled up in her eyes that she had to continue wiping away. She refused to let them fall and wouldn't give Lauren the satisfaction that she had made Kit cry.
Having left class before it was over would be hard to explain to her parents, but she'd think of something.
She sniffled and went over to the mirror to check her reflection. No tear tracks, no bloodshot eyes, or red rings. Good, no signs that she had been crying.
Shouldering her school satchel, she left the locker room, shivering at the cool air that hit her exposed skin. She'd have to wait for Emmett to get out of class so that he could take her home.
She beamed as soon as she saw him and smiled politely at Edward, "Hello, Emmett. Hello, Edward."
Edward gave a curt nod of his head before he left, going to stand somewhere else.
Confused, Kit looked up at Emmett, "Is he all right?"
"He's great," Emmett said dismissively, "How was class?"
"It was fine," Kit told him, "We play-
"Don't. Lie. To. Me."
Kit was startled at Emmett's dark tone and she was sure that it showed in the frown on her face.
"Why are you talking to me like that?" she asked, worried, "Did I do something?"
Emmett took a deep breath and clenched his fist, "No," he managed to grind out, "Why did you leave class early?"
"Why did you?"
"Kit!" Emmett snapped, making her jump.
"You're scaring me," Kit said, placing a hand over her heart, "Can you just tell me what I did wrong? I'll apologize."
Emmett took another deep breath, focusing on Kit's scent and reveling the burn in his throat,"Give me a minute. I'm sorry."
Another deep breath and he forced his body to relax. Slowly, he reached a hand out to cup Kit's cheek, brushing his thumb over her cheekbone.
"I'm sorry," he said again, his eyes soft, "I should have known. It was obvious, wasn't it? About Lauren and the others."
Kit froze, "What are you talking-
"You know what I'm talking about," Emmett interrupted, "The text messaging, the emails, the name-calling. They've been-
"Don't," Kit bit her lip and shook her head, "Stop."
Emmett sighed and dropped his hand, allowing Kit to hang her head.
"I don't want to talk about it," she whispered, "I don't know how you found out, but I don't want to talk about it."
"Kit, she's harassing you," Emmett said disbelievingly, "Are you kidding me? Tell the principal, your parents. They'll-
"It will make things worse," Kit ran a hand through her hair, "They'll be called into the principal's office, get a warning, and that'll be it. They'll be furious. Can we go now? Please?"
Emmett shook his head, "You can switch your schedule. I bet I can get Carlisle-
Kit sniffled and wiped her eyes, "Please don't get him involved," she begged, "Can we just—can we go before the bell rings? Please?"
Emmett felt bad about what he was about to say, but spoke, "Will you answer some of my questions, then?"
Kit pursed her lips. She didn't want to talk about it. Why couldn't anyone wrap their heads around that? She hated it. She didn't want to be negative or get teary-eyed like she so often found herself. It made her feel awful. She didn't want Emmett or anyone trying to "fix it" or constantly ask what had occurred that day and make her relive everything again. No, she couldn't handle that. She could barely handle what was already occurring.
More tears welled up in her eyes and she cleared her throat, shaking her head, "I-
"Kit!"
Stone arms wrapped around her and she flinched, reluctantly turning to face Alice and Jasper. She tried to change her mood, focusing on things that made her happy. She didn't want to hurt him.
"Hello," she greeted quietly.
"Thank, guys," Emmett rolled his eyes, "Really great timing. Fantastic."
Seeing Kit's appearance, Alice frowned, letting go, "Hey, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"
"I'm tired," Kit said, rubbing her eyes. She looked at Emmett, "I'm going to have my dad come get me, okay?"
She didn't wait for a response, but touched his arm as she hurried off, pulling her phone from the front pocket of her satchel.
Alice stared, baffled, before she met eyes with her brother, "Oh no, what did you do?" she demanded.
Emmett glared, "What did I do? I didn't do anything! Were you aware of this? Were you and Edward tag-teaming again while the rest-
Calm washed over Emmett and he closed his eyes, his shoulders relaxed as he felt the tension leave his muscles as his breathing evened out against his will.
"That's better," Jasper mumbled.
"Tell me what happened," Alice prompted once more, "Why would Edward and I be tag-teaming against Kit?"
"She's being bullied...harassed by some of the girls that go here," Emmett said. He ran a hand over his face, "And she won't talk to me."
Alice's mouth made and 'o' shape and she nodded, "That would explain why she's been so upset. Have you talked to her parents?"
"I don't think they know," Emmett said, "They wouldn't continue to send her back here if they did."
Jasper winced at the emotion his brother was pushing back at him, "It's that bad?"
"From what Edward told me," Emmett said, "He caught Jessica's thoughts during their gym class."
Alice's eyes turned blank for a moment and when she came back, she sighed.
"Still nothing," she sighed, "But I'll try my best to keep my eye on her. Jazz?"
"Her emotions are the same," Jasper said, "There's some force behind the happiness, but it's all I can pick up."
Emmett hummed and turned just in time to see Kit's father pull up. He wouldn't tell Kit's parents, of course. He could never betray Kit like that; she so clearly didn't want them to know, for whatever reason, but he would do what he could to make her feel better.
"We should go," Alice suggested, "Rosalie's having too much fun with the attention she's getting from her car. If we don't go now, she'll never want to leave."
Emmett hesitated. He had half a mind to go find Lauren and punch her and all her friends in the face. But he knew better.
"How this is handled, is up to Kit," Jasper said, picking up Emmett's change in emotion, "If she doesn't want to talk about it, then don't try to force her. It'll only make her angry with you."
Emmett scoffed, "Ugh, you sound like Carlisle."
"And you sound like Rosalie with all your scoffing," Jasper countered, making Alice giggle, "Kit is fine, Emmett."
Emmett sighed, having no choice but to believe his brother. If Jasper said that Kit's emotions were still happy and positive, then that was it.
"All right," he finally grumbled, "Let's just go home. I'm irritated."
Jasper gave a cocky grin, "I know."
"You're in for it when we return to the house," Emmett playfully shoved Jasper's shoulder, "Ali will have to put you back together."
Jasper barred his teeth through his grin, "I highly doubt that. You have no tact."
Kit plastered a smile on her face when her dad pulled up and she climbed into the car, "Thanks for picking me up."
"No problem," Blake said, "And why couldn't Emmett drive you home?"
Kit had thought of this already and she sighed, leaning her elbow on the window armrest. She couldn't believe the lies that came spilling out of her mouth. It was like word vomit and it made her feel like a monster. The fact that her parents believed her just showed how much they trusted their daughter and that made Kit feel even worse. She was a terrible person.
"Um," Kit played with a thread on her sweater, "Emmett had to stay after school last minute to make up a test. He was sick the other day."
"Hmm," Blake hummed in disapproval, but moved on, "How was your day?"
"It was fine," Kit replied, "Gym was fun. We played badminton and it's entertaining to watch Bella play."
Blake chuckled, "She's clumsy?"
Kit nodded, "But she's becoming a really great friend."
"Good," Blake smiled, "Anything else interesting happen?"
Kit shook her head, "I don't think so. What about you?"
"Went down to an art gallery in Olympia to review some paintings," Blake said, "And some of your mother's paintings sold. She went to Tiffany Call to get the money. She's got a boy a couple years younger than you. Embry Call."
"Oh," Kit said, perking up, "I wonder if I saw him that day on the beach? The Call's live on the Reservation?"
"Yes," Blake nodded, "They're all nice kids."
Kit nodded in agreement, thinking of Seth, "Indi's been bothering me about going back to the beach. I'll have to take her again."
Blake smiled, "She'd love that," he moved his eyes from the road to Kit's face, "...You all right, Kit Kat?"
"Why do you keep asking me that?" Kit countered, "I know you and mom are worried, but I told you that I'm fine."
"You don't talk to us anymore," Blake said sadly, "You used to tell us everything...and I'm not sure if it's a phase or…? Help me out, Kit."
"I talk to other people," Kit said softly, "Willa, mostly. I'm sorry, I don't want to hurt your feelings."
Blake shook his head, "It doesn't hurt my feelings. You think I talked to my parents when I was your age? I'm just glad that you're talking to someone."
"I am," Kit promised, "So, can we let this go now? Please?"
Blake nodded, "Of course. Your mother and I won't bring it up again, okay?"
Kit nodded, relaxed, "Okay. Thank you, but there is something I need to tell you."
"Oh?"
"I left gym class," Kit said, "Ran out, actually. You and mom might get a phone call."
Blake's eyes widened, "You ran out of class? Why?"
Kit pursed her lips, "Girl stuff."
It wasn't exactly a lie. It had been because of girl stuff, but not the girl stuff that Blake was thinking of as he pursed his own lips.
"I see," he said, "And you told your gym teacher about this?"
"No," Kit shook her head, "Some of the people had started to laugh, so I ran out."
Again, not technically a lie. She was a monster.
"High school," Blake sighed and shook his head, turning his attention back to the road, "I'm sorry, honey…"
"It's fine," Kit mumbled, shrugging, "How was your day?"
Blake frowned, "Kit, you asked me that already."
She blinked, "Oh…oh yeah, I did. Sorry."
Blake chuckled and smirked, "Twitterpated, huh, Kit Kat?"
It took Kit a moment to understand the reference and when she did, she gave a shy smile and turned to head away, "Daddy," she groaned, "I am not in love with Emmett Cullen. We've had one date."
Blake clicked his tongue, "Keep telling yourself that, Kit Kat."
"It's a crush," Kit said firmly, "At first, you couldn't stand the age difference, but now you want us to be like…that?"
Blake sighed, "I want you to be with someone that makes you happy. Someone that makes your eyes sparkle when you see them and your day a little bit brighter. Emmett does that for you."
"Yes…" Kit mused, biting her lip, "I guess he does."
"Twiterpated," Blake repeated.
"..." Kit hesitated and then giggled, "Maybe..."