"I think Kit's depressed."

Emmett looked up from the video game he was playing. He had been in a mood ever since returning home in the early hours and everyone who was in the house knew to leave him alone per his request. Even Rosalie was in the garage tuning one of Jasper's motorcycles.

He eyed Jasper oddly, "Excuse me?"

"Kit," Jasper said, taking a seat on the arm of the couch, "I think she's depressed."

Emmett, beginning to get defensive, put the game on pause, "Why do you care?"

"She matters to people that matter to me," Jasper said bluntly.

"Whatever," Emmett scoffed, "You know she's growing on you, bro," He grinned, "She has that affect on people."

Jasper rolled his eyes, "She's depressed," he said this for the third time, matter-of-factually, "Aren't you worried about her?"

"More than you know," Emmett mumbled, deciding to confide in his brother, "She bawled her eyes out last night."

If Emmett had learned anything about being a Cullen, it was that his family didn't keep secrets from each other. Even if someone felt the need to keep one, it didn't stay that way for long. At least one family member found out about it. It was how things worked and having a mind reader as well as someone who could see every decision in the household added to that, but none of them minded, having long ago gotten used to it and even learning how to block Edward out on occasion.

"You know," Emmett continued, glaring at the controller that rested in his large hands, "You're the one who told me not to worry. You said she was fine!"

Calm wrapped around him, his voice having risen at the end and he exhaled softly, loosening his hold on the controller. It had begun to crack.

Jasper's brows furrowed, "I thought she was. Yesterday, I could feel her emotions from all the way where Alice and I were sitting," he shook his head, "She can't control her emotions all the time, but she tries."

Emmett nodded seriously, "She worries about hurting you."

"Well, she doesn't need to," Jasper assured. He looked at Emmett, "And you shouldn't have told her that because she tries to block me out and that's not making any of this better."

"You don't think I know that!?" Emmett demanded, annoyed, "It's too much. It's becoming too big for her to handle."

"She needs to talk to someone," Jasper said, as calm as ever.

Emmett snorted, "I've told her that. Talking means telling someone and telling someone is apparently the end of the whole damn world."

"How so?"

"Her family," Emmett explained, "They'd worry about her and Indigo would be upset if her parents were upset. It'd be a mess and Kit doesn't want it taking over her home life. I get that, but…" he blinked and looked at Jasper as if seeing him for the first time, "It's hard on her. Really hard."

"Talk to Carlisle," Jasper suggested, glancing up at the ceiling, "He's in his office. Perhaps he can be of assistance? He could talk to her and try to figure things out. It's slightly more difficult keeping an eye on Kit when she's a grade or two below us. It's not like her schedule can be switched into any of our classes."

Emmett pondered this, placing the controller aside. Yeah, he should talk to Carlisle. After all, his father was being a great and supportive help when it came to Edward. That and Carlisle was a doctor—the best in the world who had studied all types of medical stuff. Surely, he would have some recommendations on how to get help for Kit.

Mind made up, he stood in one swift motion, the game forgotten. He clapped his brother on the back, "Thanks, Jazz."

Jasper gave a curt nod, "No problem. I'll do my best to keep an eye on her for you. Alice is losing her head."

"Join the club," Emmett mumbled, darting upstairs to stand in front of the closed door to Carlisle's office.

Even though Emmett knew that Carlisle was aware of his approach, he lifted his hand and knocked on the door, anyway.

"Come in," came Carlisle's soothing voice.

Emmett opened the door, rolling his eyes at the thick book on Carlisle's desk, "You need to get out more."

Carlisle closed the book, a playful smile on his face, "I'll take that into consideration," his expression became serious, "Are you all right?"

Sighing heavily, Emmett kicked Carlisle's door closed and went to sit down, "Not really."

"What is it, son?" Carlisle pushed, folding his arms atop the desk, "This is about, Kit, yes?"

"I'm worried about her," Emmett said, getting right to the point, "Something's…wrong. Um, I growled at her yesterday."

"Emmett," Carlisle scolded, "Why would you do that?"

"It was a small fight," Emmett admitted, "We're fine now, we talked. Look, she's being bullied at school."

"Ah," Carlisle nodded slowly. He had heard a bit about that as well as the conversation downstairs, "I see."

"These girls," Emmett clenched his fist, "They push her, text her, email her and Kit just…lets it happen."

Carlisle flicked his eyebrows up in disapproval, "She lets it happen? Would you like to rephrase that?"

Emmett threw his hands up, "I am trying to ask for advice here and you're scolding me?" he asked disbelievingly.

"Take a moment," Carlisle said calmly, "And think, Emmett. Start over and tell me what's going on."

Emmett took an unnecessary deep breath, "Kit's being bulled by these girls that attend our school," he said slowly, "I only found out a few days ago. They push her, call her names, and text her and email her these awful things. She cries, Carlisle and I'm worried about her. She opened up to me a little bit and she thinks it's never going to stop. She won't tell anyone."

Carlisle nodded, "Does she say why?"

"She claims things will get worse," Emmett huffed, "Edward picked her brain and said it's because she wants to protect her family. She doesn't want to upset her parents or her little sister—make them worry about her and she's embarrassed. She just doesn't want to talk about it, but I told her," he sighed, "I told her if she tells someone that we can get her help, but—she's miserable! It's…it's really getting to her."

Carlisle watched his son wilt in front of him and he reached over to pat Emmett's hand for a brief moment. Carlisle could tell that Emmett loved Kit deeply and it was a complicated situation. One that was confusing and required change.

"Have you told someone about this?" Carlisle asked, "Your principal?"

Emmett shook his head, "No. I told her I would—well, that's when things escalated and she said she would do it."

"You don't believe her?" Carlisle guessed.

"No," Emmett chuckled humorlessly, "I don't and I said as much. She got angry, I got angry, she stormed off," another sigh spilled from his lips, "I don't even know if I'm capable of that. Telling someone. I can't betray her trust like that."

"Even if it may help her?"

Emmett's eyes widened slightly and he broke eye contact, realizing that he was about to make up some excuse about why he couldn't tell.

"Any depression?"

Carlisle's voice broke Emmett out of his short trance and gold eyes met gold.

"What?" Emmett mumbled.

"You're with her at night, yes?" Carlisle asked rhetorically, "And I overheard Jasper's earlier statement. Have you noticed any change in Kit's sleep pattern? Any change in her behavior? Agitation or mood swings?"

"Yeah, definitely. Agitation, mood swings, irritability. She keeps her head down," Emmett listed, "And she doesn't eat at school, anymore. She's anxious and quiet, doesn't really smile anymore, sleeps terribly, and she's a little thinner. She lies to her parents..."

Emmett stopped to take in an unnecessary breath before he continued, talking more to himself, "She tells them that she's stressed about getting into Julliard in the future," he snorted, "They have no reason not to believe her. I mean, I think this is the first time Kit's ever lied to them, but I'm sure they still suspect that something's wrong. Kit's-" he shook his head, stopping his rant, "Tell me what to do."

"You want to protect her from everything," Carlisle started, "I understand that, but this goes deeper. Even if you inform someone, there's a possibility that she could deny everything. Kit may want to handle this on her own, I don't know. I haven't been able to speak with her. Bullying can be dangerous. Is there any physical altercation?"

Emmett nodded, fisting the fabric of his jeans, "Yeah. There is."

"And Kit doesn't retaliate?" Carlisle asked.

Emmett glared, "Why the hell does that matter? That makes it okay!?"

Carlisle held up his hands, "No, that doesn't make it okay. I'm simply trying to get the whole story—more details."

"Oh," Emmett frowned, "Well, she doesn't. She's not a violent person. I bet she would cry if I killed a spider," he smiled a little, but it fell, "Carlisle, can't I just kill them and get it over with?"

Carlisle gave him another disapproving look, "Emmett..." when Emmett sighed and looked away, Carlisle continued, "Have you noticed any anxiety?"

"Yeah," Emmett nodded, "She's…changed a lot. Of course, people change, but…it shouldn't be like this."

"It shouldn't," Carlisle agreed. He drummed his fingers on the cover of his book, focusing his gaze on the motion. He flicked his eyes up, "Would you like me to speak with her?"

"What, like, offer to give her medicine or something?" Emmett asked.

"No, no medication," Carlisle shook his head, "That kind of medication is known to have unpleasant side affects. Some patients even compare it to becoming a zombie, and I wouldn't feel comfortable using it. Instead, I would probably recommend a therapist. However, there's not much I can do professionally if she wants her parents to remain unaware. She's still a minor."

Emmett was disappointed at that. He felt so helpless, "I can't stand by and do nothing, Carlisle."

"It must be painful," Carlisle muttered, "You could inform her parents or an adult at the school if you feel it's necessary. The girls doing this may be suspended and perhaps then Kit will be ready to accept help. Until then, continue to be there for her. As frustrating as it may be, do not place blame on her and try not to get angry. You want her to continue to open up, not push you away. The fact that she has started to talk to you is progress."

Emmett nodded, stuck on Carlisle's suggestion that he tell, "If she doesn't want to speak to anyone, I don't think going behind her back will help."

"I see," Carlisle mused briefly, though his facial expression betrayed his worry, "Very well. You know her better than I do. Just know that I am here and if you'd like me to speak with her or if she would like to talk, then let me know."

Emmett wasn't sure if he felt better or not, but he nodded and stood, "Okay, thanks, Carlisle. I'm going to check on Rose."

"Okay. Emmett," Carlisle called before he reached the door, "Just as Edward left, Alice was speaking of him bringing Bella to meet the family, tomorrow. Why don't you bring Kit? I'd love to meet her again—properly," he grinned at his own joke, passing a hand over his fair blonde hair.

"I'll let her know," Emmett smirked, "You do understand that seeing her will entail you putting down the book?"

Carlisle shook his head when Emmett laughed and made a big show of flipping the thick text open, "Goodbye, Emmett," he waved his son off, continuing to read.

Emmett left the office, leaving another booming laugh in his wake. Maybe he would bring Kit back to the house. Cheer her up, a little. She'd like that.

Heading downstairs and outside to their lavish garage, Emmett found Rosalie at the side of Jasper's motorcycle, a freshly polished toolbox by her side.

"Are you done with your pouting?" Rosalie demanded, picking up a wrench with an oil-slicked hand.

Emmett rolled his eyes, "Are you done with yours?"

"Ooh, good one!" Rosalie seethed sarcastically, "I'm going to dismember you if you bring that girl here, tomorrow."

Emmett's eyebrows almost disappeared into his hairline, "You're what, excuse me? You promised you'd be nice."

"Because she makes you happy," Rosalie argued, "And that girl-

"Kit," Emmett corrected.

"-is not making you happy," Rosalie finished, ignoring the correction.

"Kit makes me very happy," Emmett promised.

"Not from what I just heard," Rosalie snapped, her blonde hair fanning out as she turned to face him, "Her crying all over you and throwing temper tantrums-

"Hey," Emmett cut Rosalie off, "They're not temper-

"You said it yourself that she's letting it happen!" Rosalie interrupted.

"That was a mistake," Emmett said, controlled, "Stop it. We all go through hard times, yeah? Edward did," he counted on his fingers, "Jazz did, me, Alice, Carlisle, Esme," he pursed his lips, "You did."

"Don't you ever-

"I'm not," Emmett said firmly, "I would never. You know vampires are able to suffer just as much as humans, only in different ways. Don't judge Kit for going through something. It's not her fault and she's doing her best to cope with it. Am I worried about her? Yes, but it's not all our relationship is built on. I only found out recently."

Rosalie turned back to Jasper's motorcycle, "I know."

Emmett stood there, unsure of what to say in response.

"I'm aware of the struggles Alice has," Rosalie frowned thoughtfully, "She can't see Kit's future—it's all blurry."

"Uh-huh..." Emmett baited.

"And if that mortal-

"Kit," Emmett corrected again.

"-dies, then you'll be completely miserable," Rosalie complained. She spun around again, "You'll never be the same again. You won't be able to move on or forget—fall in love or even smile. You know how love works for us. You think I want to see you like that!?"

"I-

"That's why you shouldn't get attached," she raged, "Nor should Edward. It's too dangerous in more ways than the Volturi finding out and I can't fathom why you do not understand that. She's too fragile. You should find a more suitable mate."

"Are you talking about yourself?" Emmett bit out through a chortle.

Rosalie pretended to gag, "Ugh, I might actually vomit. Do you ever take anything seriously?"

"I'm a naturally cheerful character," Emmett laughed, "Aw, don't worry, Rosie, everything's going to be great. I'm being careful and what's life without a little risk? Alice is hoping Kit's future will start to clear up. The blurriness is somewhat of a good sign and I'm not going to let anything happen to Kit."

"So, that's it, then?" Rosalie demanded, "Just like that, she gets to join the family? Bella gets to join the family—if she survives today," she added scornfully.

Emmett's face paled a little and he ran his tongue over the front of his teeth, "Bella's cool," he hadn't actually met the girl, but he had heard a bit about her from Kit, "Seriously, Rose. What kind of humans would be totally fine with the idea of hanging around vampires? They're supposed to be our prey—we could snap at any moment, yet they accept that. There has to be something special about them."

Rosalie only rolled her dark gold eyes.

"Make an effort, please?" Emmett begged, "I understand that you have personal issues with Bella and hopefully, that gets worked out and you can accept her. Kit's having a hard time, Rose. Please be nice to her, tomorrow."

"Get out of the garage," Rosalie said, back facing him once more, "I'm trying to concentrate and you're distracting me."

Emmett sighed heavily, but relented, "Okay. Love you, Rosie."

Rosalie's shoulders slumped and she mimicked his sigh, "Love you too, Em. Now, get the hell out and stop calling me Rosie. I have work to do. Why don't you make yourself useful, do me a favor and go to the hardware store? I'm missing some pieces to my socket set. Please," she added in a mumble.

Her voice having turned sharp, Emmett took the hint and went to the sleek silver car he often found himself driving, getting into the driver's side without another word to his favorite sister.

Just as he pulled out of the driveway and sped down the road, Alice appeared and she easily kept up with the speed he was going at, tapping on the window impatiently.

He humored her a bit, but unlocked the doors, chuckling when Alice scowled.

"What are you doing?" he asked her once she was in the car.

"Tagging along," Alice said simply, "You're going to call Kit."

Emmett pulled out his cellphone, having finally acquired one and pressing the third speed dial button—Kit's home phone. He never called her cellphone.

"She's not home, but I'll leave a voicemail or a message with her parents," Emmett pressed the phone to his ear, "If you're with me, what's Jasper doing? He hates being away from you."

"He knows I'll be safe," Alice said, beaming, "And it won't be long, unless things change. Besides, I wanted to talk to you."

Just as Emmett was about to reply, the sound of the other end clicking drew his attention.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Everly," Emmett greeted politely, "This is Emmett Cullen," he shot Alice a look when she snickered.

"Ah, hello, honey," Everly greeted warmly, "How are you?"

"Good, yourself?"

"I'm…okay," Everly told him. She cleared her throat, "Did you want to speak to Kit?"

Emmett frowned, puzzled, "Oh, is she home? I thought she had plans with Indigo?"

"She did,"Everly confirmed, "Indigo had other last minute plans," she smiled, remembering, "I have no doubt that Kit would love to see you, if you're not busy. She could use some cheering up."

"Sure," Emmett said with a grin, "Let her know I'm on my way."

"Fantastic," Everly sounded both truly happy and relieved, "See you soon."

"Goodbye."

"Bye."

"Weren't you just with her last night?" Alice asked once Emmett had hung up the phone.

"Yeah," Emmett said shortly. He looked at her, "We actually don't spent that much time together. She has a life, believe it or not. What did you want to talk about?"

Alice scowled, "Why haven't you told Kit that you love her? It's driving me nuts!"

"That's what you wanted to talk to me about?" Emmett lifted an eyebrow.

"No," Alice picked at her manicure, "I thought I could find a loophole in my visions—try to sort of see around Kit by focusing on you…"

The air grew tense in the car and Emmett shifted uncomfortably.

"I thought you should know," Alice whispered, "Even that's not working."

"You're downing my good mood," Emmett replied, nudging her playfully, "It…it will be okay, Alice and don't mention it to Kit. Talk about shopping or whatever. Positive and happy things," he gave a careless wave of his hand, "I told her you wanted to take her shopping."

Alice perked up, an involuntary reaction when shopping was mentioned, "Really? What did she say?"

"She'd love it," Emmett blurted, wincing at the high-pitched squeal Alice let out.

"Great!" Alice gushed, "I know the perfect colors for her!"

"Don't get too excited, little sister," Emmett said, "We still have to go to the hardware store."

Alice groaned. She loved shopping, but the hardware store was pushing it.

"I can't believe I'm being stood up by my own sister!"

Blake, who sat at the kitchen table, braiding Indigo's hair, glanced up briefly, "A+ on the theatrics, Kit Kat."

Kit pinched the bridge of her nose, "Thanks, daddy," she addressed Indigo, exhaling, "Are you excited to go to your friend's house?"

Indigo bobbed her head up and down, "Don't look so sad, Kitty. Melody's really nice and we got the same book in school. Can me and you still go to the beach? Some other time?"

"Some other time," Kit promised, stifling a yawn, "We have all week and plenty of other weekends."

"Okay," Indigo hopped off Blake's lap, "Thank you for braiding my hair, daddy. I'm going to get my jacket."

"The pink one matches your shoes!" Blake called after her.

Kit smiled at that, watching Indigo race from the room. It wasn't until Indigo was out of earshot that she spoke to her father, "Have you spoken to this family? Are you sure it's safe for her to go?"

"It's safe," Blake said, confident, "Melody is eight, she lives with her mom and aunt. Her father is in Baltimore working on his medical residency, her aunt works at the bank, and her mother works from home. Melody's an only child and neither one of the people she lives with smoke. They drink, but socially and they keep the alcohol in their bedroom, in the closet so that Melody can't reach it."

"You've met them?" Kit asked, not yet swayed, "Melody's mother and her aunt?"

"Yes, multiple times," Blake promised, twisting his wedding ring, "They're both very sweet. Would you like to pick Indigo up afterwards?"

"Yes, please," Kit said, smoothing down her hair. She had only woken up an hour ago, having slept in late thanks to the medication she had taken.

"And," Blake added, "I'll be calling to check-in to make sure everything's all right."

"Okay," Kit relented, sighing, "I guess that's fine."

"What are you going to to today?" Blake asked.

"I have no idea," Kit murmured, "Practice my violin, read, maybe take a nap."

"How boring," Blake commented, "The nap part. Why don't you call Willa?"

"She has a long dance practice," Kit said.

"Angela?"

"She had a family thing at her church," Kit informed, "Her dad's the minister."

"Well, what about Bella?" Blake asked.

Kit flinched. She had called Bella's home phone from her cell, but had received no answer. She made a note to drive by when she picked up Indigo, but hopefully Bella would call later.

"She's with Edward."

Blake blinked a few times.

"I have no friends, daddy," Kit mumbled under her breath, "I'd call Emmett, but I don't want to bother him."

"You have friends," Blake said, tsking disapprovingly, "They're just busy. And I don't think you could ever bother Emmett. That boy loves you to death."

"If you say so," she sighed again.

A silence followed and Blake frowned, concern etched onto his face at Kit's dejected tone. The mention of Kit's friends reminded him of something and he listened intently for any sounds upstairs. Everly was in the shower and he could hear Indigo running around, probably looking for her jacket.

"Is there something going on at school that your mother and I should be aware of?" he asked quietly as to not be overheard, just in case.

"Um," she looked behind her, "Um, Indigo…

"Her pink jacket is in the car," Blake gestured briefly, "I wanted a second alone with you."

"Oh…" Kit's heart stuttered, "We've had this conversation already."

"I know we have, but I wanted to ask one more time. I sort of put two and two together," Blake said carefully, watching her reaction. He leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, "What happened on Tuesday night was still bothering me and then you said it was drama and girl stuff and then it was Emmett and you keep missing days and I just—" he shook his head a little, "I guess I didn't think—honey, are people picking on you?"

Kit stared at her father intently, much like he was staring at her as she struggled to process what she had just been told. When the words finally registered, she shifted her weight, unsure if she should avoid it, blurt out what was really going on, or run from the room like Indigo had.

She swallowed thickly, ignoring how her throat tightened, "I-It's high school, daddy."

"I'm aware," Blake said, picking at the paint stain on his jeans. He made a noise in the back of his throat, "Trust me, I'm aware. Your mother too, but…if it's really upsetting you or becoming a problem, you can tell us and we'll take care of it."

"…Okay," Kit whispered.

Blake flicked his eyebrows up, "Do we need to take care of it?"

"I-I don't…know," Kit stammered awkwardly, her cheeks burning with shame.

"Daddy!" shouted Indigo from upstairs, "I can't find my jacket!"

Breathing out in relief, Kit cupped her hand at the side of her mouth, "It's in the car!" she shouted back.

"Kit," Blake scolded. He got up and approached Kit placing his hand atop Kit's head in an affectionate manner, "I'm not going to force you to talk, but...don't downplay anything. You know you can talk to me or your mother."

"Yes, I know," Kit promised, "But…I'm— you said you wouldn't bring it up again."

Blake nodded, understanding, "If for whatever reason, you can't talk to us. Is there someone you can talk to?"

"Yes," Kit promised, "Daddy, we've been over this," she tried to keep her tone light, "I'm going back upstairs. To the attic, I need clothes."

She ducked out from underneath Blake's hand and rushed away, calling out an apology when she almost barreled into mother who was carrying Indigo.

"What happened?" Everly gasped. At Blake's look, she set Indigo down, "Indi, why don't you go watch TV until it's time to go?"

"You just want me to go so that you can talk without me listening," Indigo accused, "That's distraction!"

"Exactly!" Everly kissed Indigo's head and gave her a small push, "Off you go."

Indigo harrumphed, but turned on her heel and went into the living room.

Everly turned back to Blake expectantly and when Blake held out his arms and Everly went to him taking a seat on his lap.

"What's going on?" she asked, "I was in the shower for thirty minutes and you're still sitting here."

"Mhm," he hummed. He wrapped his arms around Everly, tucking her head under his chin, "I love you so much. You know that, don't you?"

"Yes, I know," Everly told him, "I love you too. What's going on?"

"I think…" he scratched at the stubble on his chin "We need to have a chat with Kit's principal. I think she's being messed with."

"Messed with?" Everly echoed, "What do you mean?"

"Picked on," he supplied, "I can't believe I didn't consider it. She got so upset the other day when we asked if she wanted to go to school, she's been missing days, and ran out of gym class..."

"Girl drama," Everly mumbled, repeating Kit's words. She turned her head, alarmed, "You think it could be more than that?"

He nodded, rubbing circles into Everly's back, "I do. Kit usually has a tough skin, but she looks so defeated. You know how catty girls can be."

Everly's face fell, remembering her own past, "Yes and Kit—new students get a lot of attention around here. You know what we hear about Emmett's family," she shook her head, "Oh my gosh…what did Kit say?"

"That it's just high school," Blake said, "She brushed it off and got all flustered. It wasn't a very long conversation, but I know my daughter. Badgering her isn't going to do much good and we keep saying we're going to keep an eye out. We've done that and nothing's changed."

"Okay, okay," Everly soothed, "Let's give Kit some time to cool down," she sighed, "We can't just charge into Kit's school, yelling accusations. I know, it feels hopeless, but...she hasn't said anything, the school hasn't called us, and we have no idea who's picking on her. Kit knows we're here and...right now, there may be nothing we can do."

The attic was hot and stuffy, but Kit paid it no mind as she rummaged through the large clear storage containers, picking out outfits and shoes to replace a few in her closet.

She sighed for the thousandth time, replacing a brown shirt that she had pulled out after folding it neatly. Her hands were shaking terribly and she rubbed them in hopes of getting the small tremors to stop. They didn't.

One of her hands went to ghost over her signature locket, hoping it would calm her down. That didn't work either.

She felt so dejected, pathetic and stupid. She couldn't believe it. First Emmett and now her parents? True, she was a terrible liar and had never kept anything from her parents before—nothing like this. So, she wasn't surprised, but she was still disappointed. She had gotten her hopes up—had convinced herself that no one would ever find out. She had tried so hard.

Now what was going to happen? She couldn't fathom having to sit down with her parents and choke out that people were calling her a whore and saying she had STD's while her parents exchanged sad and defeated looks, gasped and possibly cried. Would she have to get tested?

The thought made her shudder and she shook her head, trying to get out of that head space. It wasn't good for her and she needed to focus on something else.

That moment arrived when she heard the phone ring downstairs and she closed her eyes and pressed her hands to her temples, breathing in through her nose and out through her mouth.

She couldn't let it spiral anymore than it already had. It felt like a huge weight rested on her shoulders, weighing her down and she didn't know how to make it stop. She prayed that the week off from school would ease some of the pressure and get her back to her cheery self. At least, to some extent. Yes, a break was what she needed and after the break, there was only a couple of more months until school was out for the summer.

She could definitely survive until then.

"Oh my gosh, aren't you just the cutest?"

Everly's jubilant cry brought Kit back to the present. She thought Indigo had left, but maybe plans had changed and Melody had come to their house. If so, she would need to get dressed, go downstairs, avoid awkward eye contact and say hello.

She could hear footsteps making themselves known on the creaking stepladder and Kit shook out a skirt, sneezing when the dust went up her nose.

"Bless you!" a soprano voice chimed.

Kit startled, dropping the skirt back into the container. She turned her head, her hand going to her heart and eyes wide. She relaxed some when she saw the pair watching her with amused eyes and smiled widely.

"Emmett, Alice," she skipped forward to hug them both, "What are you doing here?"

Alice kissed Kit's cheek, "We called to leave a voicemail or a message with your parents, but when your mother answered, she said your plans fell through. We thought we'd pop over."

"It's a nice surprise," Kit hugged Emmett tightly, giggling when he kissed her head, "Aren't you tired of me, yet?"

"No way, baby," he grinned, looking around, "What's are you doing up here?"

"I need clothes," Kit explained, pulling away. She returned to rifling through the bins, "I'm looking for a certain skirt if you want to help."

Alice wrinkled her nose in distaste, but went forward, "You keep your clothes in the attic?"

"Not all of them fit in my closet," Kit told her, "And folding some of the skirts will ruin their shape," she lifted the lid of a wider bin, "So, the skirt might be under the others."

"What color is it?" Emmett asked.

"White. Ooh," Kit pulled out a hot pink flare A-line scuba knit skirt, "I have a sweater that will go great with this. Ah, and look, here's the white one," she pulled it out of the bin, "Alice, can you hold these, please?"

Alice took the clothing, holding up the white skirt to get a better look. It was a simple white high-waisted pleated flare skirt. At least, she figured it was supposed to be white.

"Kit, this skirt is filthy," she said, handing Emmett the pink one, "And there are holes in it."

"I know," Kit handed Emmett a pair of Mary Janes, "I'll bleach it and sew up the holes. I have white thread."

Emmett frowned, confused, "Why not just buy a new one?"

"Because I can fix that one, silly," Kit drawled, "It's a perfectly good skirt."

Emmett got a better look at the clothing items. The pink one was less dirty and the Mary Janes were scuffed, having lost some of there patent shine, "Was the skirt your grandmother's?"

"Yes!" Kit smiled, glancing at him, "It was. My mom must have worn it a few times before it started falling apart."

Alice, still staring at the clothing with distaste, looked at Kit, "Vintage hand me downs? Have you always dressed like this?"

"I have," Kit said, still chipper, "We didn't have much money while I was growing up, so I had to make due with my mom's clothes from when she was smaller and sometimes my grandma's clothes. Sometimes, she could sew me something…maybe crochet if her hands didn't hurt—ah, like this shawl!"

Emmett gingerly took the cream colored clothing that Kit held out, the pink skirt tossed over his shoulder. He fingered the long white fringe. Some of the stitches had come undone and it smelled of dust. The color was graying.

"I really didn't mind it," Kit reminisced with a content sigh, "It was easier and helped save a lot of money. Especially when Indigo was born. I guess I never gave it up."

Tears had started to well up and Kit quickly turned away, wiping them and opening another bin full of shirts and sweaters.

"That's a nice story," Alice said quietly. She turned to look at Emmett, "Get out!"

"What?" Emmett demanded, shocked, "No!"

"Yes!" Alice insisted, "It's decided. Kit and I are going to have a girls' day, so you have to leave."

They glared at each other, neither one moving, breathing, or blinking.

Ten minutes went by and Kit had gathered her fair share of outfits. She looked between the two vampire statues, deciding to go to Emmett's side. She touched his shoulder.

"A girls' day might be nice," she said, patting his arm.

"Yay!" Alice broke her glare, triumphant, "And you see Kit more than I do. I miss her."

"Awww," Kit gushed lightly, "I miss you too."

Emmett blinked stupidly, "More tha—you—I should see her more than you, it's my relationship!"

Alice and Kit both burst into laughter, Kit leaning on Alice to steady herself.

Emmett couldn't help the smile that crawled across his face at the sight. It seemed like it had been awhile since he had heard Kit laugh like that: open, free, no force behind it. It was a beautiful sound.

When they managed to get their laughter under control, Kit stood up on her tip toes, pressing a kiss to Emmett's lower jaw (the only place she could reach) and ran her fingers over his cheek.

"Girls' day," she repeated Alice's words, looking at him with fond eyes, "Alice wins."

"I always do," Alice chirped, bouncing on her toes.

"Okay," Emmett conceded easily with a shrug. He looked at Kit, taking in her usual pastel yellow pajamas. The bags under her eyes had lessened, but she still looked off, "How are you feeling?"

"Fine," Kit said without emotion, "Everything's being handled, don't worry about it."

Emmett was caught off guard by Kit's icy tone, but he let it go, not wanting to ruin Kit's good mood and smoothed his thumb over her cheekbone.

"Okay," he murmured, leaning down to kiss the corner of her mouth, "Do you want to come over, tomorrow? Meet the family properly?"

"I'd love that," Kit forced a small smile, "See you tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow," Emmett confirmed, giving Alice a pointed glance, "See you at home?"

"Yup," Alice said, "Home," she repeated.

"Wait, Emmett," Kit called, "Did…?"

They held each other's gaze and Kit broke it, feeling ashamed.

"So far, so good," Alice answered, eyes going blank for a moment, "You're aware, I know you are and Edward's aware having read Emmett's thoughts. That's all Edward needs. He'll bring her back."

"Okay," Kit breathed, relaxing, "Is he mad at me?"

"No," Alice promised, "He's very grateful that Bella has someone like you and as odd as it sounds, he was ecstatic at the fact you wouldn't keep his secret. He's weird, but trust me, I know my brother. Now, go get dressed!"

"Here, let me take these," Emmett took the clothing that Kit held.

"Thank you," it was a relief not to have the added weight as she climbed down the ladder, hopping down from the last step.

"Kit?" Blake questioned, "What's up?"

"Oh, hi, daddy," Kit said, turning to face him, "Alice and I are going to have a girls' day and tomorrow, I'm going over to meet Emmett's family, if that's okay. Can I go, please?"

"Kit," Blake sighed under his breath, looking up apprehensively as Emmett and Alice made their way down. He snapped out it, "Um, sure, just remember to pick up Indigo later. What are you and Alice going to do?"

"Port Angeles, if that's all right?" Alice said charmingly as she stepped off the ladder, "To catch a movie or do some shopping," she ignored Kit's cringe.

"Okay," Blake said, stepping aside when Emmett came down, "That sounds fun."

"Thanks, daddy," Kit said, helping her father push the ladder in and close the ceiling door, "You're not mad at me are you?"

"Nope," Blake popped the 'p', ruffling Kit's hair, "Just…thinking. Your mother and I will be here. Call if you need anything."

"Okay," Kit took the clothing from Emmett, "I'll see you, tomorrow," she touched his cheek, "I'll be right back, Alice."

"She's being picked on at school?" Blake whispered, having heard Kit's bedroom door close, "Isn't she?"

Emmett kept his mouth shut, but it was Alice who gave the barest of nods, eyes sad.

"Kitty?"

Kit turned down the volume of the radio, glancing at Indigo from the rear view mirror. Hanging out with Alice had definitely lifted Kit's spirits and she left to pick up Indigo, feeling light and happy. Even humming a bit as she drove home. They hadn't done much shopping, but had caught a movie and walked around town, chatting and giggling. It was really nice and not once had school been mentioned.

"Mhm?" Kit hummed, "What is it?"

"How much do you love me?" Indigo asked, tugging on the end of her braid.

Kit was taken aback by the question, but answered, "Very very much. More than…words can express. You're my best friend, you know that."

"Oh?" Indigo pushed, sounding much like her sister.

"Yes," Kit confirmed, "I promise."

Indigo narrowed her eyes slightly, "…Do you love me more than Emmett?"

An odd feeling washed through Kit. One she wasn't quite fond of. One that had her pulling over at the side of the road. She shut off the car and unbuckled her seat belt, twisting around to look at her sister with a troubled expression.

"Why are you asking me this?" Kit asked lowly, gripping the headrest.

"Just am," Indigo mumbled. She peeked up at Kit, "Well, do you?"

Kit looked out the window, down, then back at Indigo, wondering how to handle this. She hadn't told Emmett that she loved him, unsure if he returned her feelings and a bit unsure of hers. Falling in love was a scary feeling, one she didn't quite understand. Emmett was such a joy in her life and she often pictured their future together which was a bit awkward considering he was a vampire that never aged and she ended up laughing when her romantic fantasy turned into her standing old and wrinkled with a youthful Emmett by her side.

It was hard imagining her life without Emmett. Already, he was there for her through hard times, accepted her for her quirks as she accepted him. He had even promised to come back to see her if heaven forbid, Bella went "missing" and Kit turned in his family. Was that love? Could you take a relationship as slow as they were and be in love? They hadn't even kissed. Could you be in love with someone without kissing them? What if she was a bad kisser?

"I don't know," Kit huffed, answering her inner turmoil.

"Oh," Indigo's sullen voice brought Kit from her thoughts. The child looked as though she was seconds from bursting into tears.

"No, no, no, no!" Kit cried, waving her hands in front of her face, "No, sweetie, I wasn't talking to you. I was talking to myself. You know, just being a complete wackadoo."

"You were?" Indigo's glassy eyes widened, "Really?"

"Really," Kit echoed. She bit her lip, "I was thinking of an answer to your question."

"Did you find one?" Indigo persisted, rubbing at her eyes, "Did you?"

"I did," Kit confirmed, "And it's a hard question because there are many many different types of love. You know, like, I love Willa, okay?" she waited for Indigo to nod, "But the way I love Willa, isn't the same way I love—the same way I love Emmett."

The words tasted right on her tongue and she felt warm inside when she said them.

"I love Emmett," she said again, slowly, thoroughly, "Huh."

"If you had to pick me or him who would you pick?" Indigo piped up, "Would you not like him anymore if I asked you not to?"

Kit's blood ran cold and she froze. What kind of question was that?

"Indigo Paige Algren," she said seriously, "Look at me. Right. Now."

Indigo flicked her eyes up, "What?"

"Did something happen?" Kit asked gently, terrified of the answer, "Was Emmett mean to you when I wasn't around?"

"No!" Indigo cried, shaking her head, "No, I like Emmett!"

"Tell me if you don't," Kit prompted. She reached out to touch Indigo's knee, "Sweetie, it's okay. Guess what? I'd pick you over him."

"You would?" Indigo asked skeptically, "Seriously?"

"Seriously," Kit nodded firmly, "Indigo, did Emmett do something to you?"

"No!" Indigo looked horrified, "That's mean, don't say that!"

"Then why are you asking me if I love you more?" Kit demanded, "I do, okay? There are different types of love, but family always comes first. I love you more. I love you more than anyone in the entire universe."

"Okay," Indigo seemed satisfied by that, "That's all."

"No," Kit drawled out, "That's not all. Why are you asking?"

"I was worried you'd replace me," Indigo said sheepishly, lowering her eyes. Looking apprehensive, she frowned, "And you won't?"

"Never in a million years," Kit held up a hand, "Scout's Honor."

Indigo giggled, relieved, "Okay!"

Kit bit her lip, her hand dropping. What Indigo had said still disturbed her.

"Is there anything you want to tell me?" she asked, "Is there anything you need to tell me?"

"No," Indigo shook her head, "Like what?"

"No one's touched you in your private places?" Kit looked Indigo up and down, "Or made you do anything weird or something you don't like? Not at school or at Melody's house or even at our house?"

"Noooo," Indigo groaned, head falling back, "Ugh!"

Kit rolled her eyes, "It's a serious question, young lady and I need to know that you'll tell me, mommy, or daddy if that happens. Do you understand me?"

"Yes," Indigo said, flustered, "I do."

"I'll ask you one more time: Is-

"Nooooo!" Indigo interrupted, annoyed, "No one's done anything like that, okay!?"

"Watch your tone," Kit scolded, "I'm allowed to ask you these things, I'm your sister. It's my job to make sure that you're safe."

"I'm safe," Indigo promised with a scowl on her round face, "Can we go now?"

Kit gasped and turned back around in her seat. Right, they were still parked at the side of the road.

"Sure," she said, buckling her seat belt, "How much do you love me?"

Indigo grinned, "More than anything in the whole entire universe!" she cried.

"That makes me very happy," Kit simpered, "One more question and then I'll quit bugging you. Are you okay with me dating Emmett?"

"Yes," Indigo said quickly, "But would he cry if you broke up with him?"

"Um, I don't think so?" Kit frowned a little, "But he might be upset?"

"Oh," Indigo mumbled, "Well, don't break up with him or be mean to him."

"I will try my very best," Kit promised.

"Good," Indigo beamed, "Now can you turn the heater on? I'm cold. And the radio?"

Kit complied with Indigo's request and the two arrived home just in time for dinner. The air was tense as they ate, but disintegrated as conversation was made.

Kit helped with the dishes, acting extra perky to reassure her worried parents, no longer needing to fake it when she received a text from both Alice and Emmett that Bella was home, perfectly safe. Everything had gone swimmingly.

Fantastic.