Thank you ever so much for all the reviews, I'm delighted to know you guys like my story! This chapter is going to show a bit of the 'rarely seen' POVs ( I know I'm dragging this Christmas series out for quite a bit, but don't worry, I'd say within the next two to three more chapters we should be in 'tomorrow' so please bear with me!). You'll understand why when you read, mainly because I think it's kind of funny and hey, a 'funny factor' usually makes most people smile :). One more thing, this goes out to one of my reviewers ( you know who you are…Tony lol) I will be borrowing one of your quotes for one of the lines, verbatim (also famous in CastAway) I hope you don't mind, it just fit in so perfectly I needed it! So thank you ahead of time :). Ok, read, enjoy, and review! Thanks.
I do not own the fantastic work of Stephanie Meyer, solely the plot and some new characters in this story.
****************************Tom***********************************
"Spill, Oliver," I demanded, but his eyes followed Nessie's retreating figure out the door, his brow creased in worry. A moment later, Bella and Edward left the room as well, and I noticed Oliver's shoulder sag in relief.
"Hello?" I reminded him.
Oliver continued ignoring me, making to get up again. Was I invisible or something?...my full stomach sure didn't feel like it…I pulled him back onto his seat for the second time. He simply turned to frown at me, his eyes dashing back to where the three had exited.
Ok, that's enough 'ignore my twin' time.
"Hey!" I hissed loudly, punching his arm hard enough to get his attention. He finally reacted, glaring at me.
"What the hell, Tom?" he said, keeping his voice low—I suppose even he was aware there were still other people in the room.
I shrugged. "You ignored me."
He rubbed where I'd hit him. "You could've pinched me or something, geez! That hurt," he whined. I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah, yeah, sorry, whatever, the story will go on, the sun will rise tomorrow and yada, yada, yada," I said dismissively, then added in a more serious tone, "What were you doing with Renesmee?"
At first he just looked at me…then, slowly, a sly grin spread across his face.
"Stuff."
I could feel my nostrils flare. "What kind of stuff?"
Oliver feigned thinking. "Let me see…well, we kissed for, like, forever, and then we decided to get a bit more comfortable, so we got on the floor…" he paused, obviously enjoying the horror displayed on my face.
"And I just sort of, you know, touched some things."
No way!...My mind went to the worst of places—or best of places, depending on how you looked at it—and I felt my face getting hot.
"Don't tell me you—you guys—you actually—" I spluttered, now in a super hushed voice considering half of the pack was in the next room, "did it, did you?
Again with the silence; it was maddening, if my brainless brother had actually deflowered the alpha's imprint…
"No, stupid," he finally said. I relaxed, grateful—despite how much I disliked him at the moment—for the fraction of a longer lifespan my brother might have after all…at least until Jacob got a hold of him.
"I just held her in my arms, and touched some of her leg," he continued, a stupid grin appearing on his stupid face as he recalled the stupid memory. "Oh," he added as an afterthought, "I might've grazed one of her boobs too."
The dirty thoughts again…"You mean, like, by accident, right?" I growled, my hands clenching into fists.
Oliver smiled at me. "No, not by accident; I undid her bra."
WHAT?
"Oliver!" I yelped. I punched him again, this time a lot harder, and in the gut.
"Oof!" he huffed, doubling over in pain, yet that stupid smile of his remained plastered onto his moronic face, taunting me. My idiot brother seriously did not know when to stop…He clutched his middle, his face turning the slightest bit of red, and after a couple of seconds looked up at me, ready to give his defense, no doubt, but instead…
"It felt quite nice," he managed to breathe out, still clutching his stomach.
Where the hell did he get the nerve?
I made to punch him again, knowing he'd be ready to block this time…
…the fake punch…the anticipated block…and then I slapped him across the face.
He turned his head slowly towards me, his jaw dropped down in shock. I knew what he was thinking: had I actually just slapped him?
I smirked, crossing my arms over my chest. Bet he wasn't thinking of Renesmee now! I could hear the nearby silence from the loud smack of my hand across Oliver's face. Some of the crowd would be wondering why I'd done such a thing to my twin, and out of nowhere too.
Oliver continued to stare in me a stupor, his brain processing exactly what had just happened…then he lunged at me.
*****************************Emmett**********************************
Man, I always miss out on all the fun! After Edward and Bella had left, I'd almost decided to sneak Rose away for some quick 'fun' but the beginning of a heated argument caught my attention.
I looked over to the twin wolf kids—I would have to find a way to get the little turd somehow—and then I grinned.
Ah, these two were definitely going to get into it, yes!. I could tell by the look on one of their faces—Oliver I presumed—that he'd already been punched. I focused my enhanced hearing on their voices and caught something that sounded like 'undid her bra.'
My eyes blazed for a millisecond as I realized which twin Oliver was, but before I could get over there, the other one—I think Tom was his name—slapped him!
My eyes bugged out of my head.
Of all the things to do another guy…and this little dude just slapped him!
Absolutely and deliciously hilarious! I could feel the burst of laughter just waiting to escape me, but then Oliver lunged at Tom.
My grin grew wider, of course, as I sprint full speed to the two. I was going to get my fun after all.
I got there just a second too late; Oliver was already on top of Tom, but it was no matter. Not for my super strength!
"Alright, ladies," I chastised playfully, "break it up, break it up." I easily lifted them off of each other, holding each by the scruff of their necks in each hand. Some of the guests and my family had stopped to see what was going on so I turned their way.
"Nothing to see here, folks, I got the little kids under control," I smiled sweetly, specifically at Esme who's mouth was pulling up into a small smile at my excitement.
The boys, having just realized their current state in my hands, started trying to get out of my grasp, but I only lifted them higher—which was actually the tiniest bit difficult considering they were pretty tall for their age.
"Now, now," I said, eyeing them meaningfully, "don't do the crime if you can't do the time." They both glared at me, of course. I glared back and their defiant looks disappeared, Oliver's quicker than Tom's—great, Nessie's going out with a wimp.
"So this is what's going to happen, you're going to apologize to each other," I began, using the best 'mom' voice that I could muster without laughing, "and then kiss and make up! So, who wants to go first?"
Tom looked at me like I was mental, Oliver looked at the floor.
"No volunteers?" I feigned surprise. "Here then, allow me," I said, smacking them into each other.
"Hey!"
"Ow!"
I couldn't help it anymore, I burst out laughing my shoulders shaking with the two boys still in my grasp. They bobbed up and down, still massaging their bumped faces.
"Ok, that's enough, Emmett," chimed in Esme, struggling not to grin.
"Aw come on, Esme," I pleaded, ignoring the boys' second attempt of struggling out of reach.
"I said no."
Alice suddenly joined her. "Put them down, Emmett, I'm sure they'll behave themselves, won't you boys?"
She smiled sweetly at them; I smiled evilly. The boys gulped and nodded earnestly.
"See? Besides it's almost twelve, I decided we're going to open presents, so everyone to the den," said Alice, motioning us forward.
I suddenly forgot everything…Presents!
"Sounds good to me," I said excitedly, making my way after her. Two seconds later Esme's scolding voice came after me.
"Emmett, for goodness sake, you're dragging the boys across the floor! Just put them down already!"
Oh yeah, I forgot…I dropped them and they both thudded to the ground, groaning in unison; I walked away, satisfied with the evening's events thus far.
*******************************Edward*******************************
We made it to Carlisle's study just as she dialed the third digit to Billy Black's home phone. She didn't even notice us as we entered. Bella was by her side in a flash.
"Renesmee Cullen!" she said, feigning surprise, "You know better than to bother Billy, he's sick!"
Nessie looked confused. "I wanted to talk to Jake," she said simply, and after reading her thoughts I mentally agreed there was nothing wrong with that.
But that just wasn't going to happen right now.
"Nessie, if you need to talk about something you know can always come to us," I approached her, knowing the main reason she wanted Jake was for reassurance. Luckily for us she still believed our little white lie.
She made a face. "I know, I just wanted…" her voice faded, as her thoughts swirled into a mixture of confusion, longing, worry… "I just wanted to hear his voice, that's all."
Bella smiled at her. "Well," she said, taking the phone from her fingers, "I'm sure Jake misses you too, but let's let him spend some time with Billy, hmm? He's hardly ever home, Nessie, and I'm sure you'd be willing to share him for just tonight?"
I almost kissed her right there. Since when did Bella learn to lie like that?
Well, duh, it's not like I'm jealous of sharing him! I just wanted…oh I don't even know what I wanted…
Nessie's thoughts brought me out of my slight trance with Bella, and I focused a stern face on her. "Your mother's right, Ness, besides, it's almost twelve and Alice decided we're going to open presents in a bit, so come down with us."
Presents?...Oh, no! Not in front of everyone! I have to hide Oliver's present before he opens it in front of everyone, in front of daddy!...uh oh, I hope mom's shielding me right now…
She glanced at me nervously whilst she thought; I pretended to not notice, though I did note in the back of my head to find out about this little 'gift.' She turned a nervous smile at us, now more worried about the unveiling of her present for Oliver than her mixed emotions.
"Ok then," she said, walking swiftly out the door without a moment's hesitation. Bella looked at me, puzzled.
"Was my lie that good?" she asked.
I smiled down at her, pulling her in for the kiss I'd wanted to give her moments ago. "No, you were better," I said, pressing down on her lips softly, "but that's not why she agreed, sorry, my love. She's going to go hide Oliver's gift so he doesn't open it in front of everyone."
Bella laughed, "Well, at least she'll be momentarily distracted." Her smile only lingered for a second, however. "Edward, it's almost tomorrow…what are we going to tell her when he doesn't come back?"
I sighed, "I'm working on it, trust me."
So here's what's going to happen next, in case you're wondering: present opening (Nessie give's Oliver's present in private), maybe another nightmare, family discussion, mystery people (I've revealed that Jane has something to do with it) reveal a little more, find out where Jacob is, his thoughts etc, and…I think that will range within about five to six chapters, but we'll see. I'm considering writing longer chapters but I'm not sure yet—I have a tendency of dragging these things out, as I said earlier—but anyway, review and let me know what you all are thinking! Pretty please? (*Wink*…does that help?...jk) Thanks to those who have reviewed, I'll be awaiting your thoughts, thanks again!