I hope you guys liked the last chapter! Like I said, I want to just keep going. Please let me know if I need to make any corrections or if there are any concerns about the story. Love yall 3.

1 month later…

This has been going well. Emmett has been a huge help on the far and we've grown closer. All through June we got to know what we liked. He loved to hang out with his guy friends. He had always wished for brothers-would be fine with having sisters but there would be no one to wrestle with. He wanted to get closer to Star so we hung around her more. Seeing him try to ride a horse was the funniest thing I'd ever seen. For someone so tall and athletic, you would expect more grace. After every shift, we would try in the field and he would leave with mud on his clothes from head to toe. One week, his mom ordered him to stop due to all of the detergent being used.

"Bells, Emmett is here." Charlie announced.

I smile and stand from my stomach. I'm writing about the past few days in my journal. It mostly consisted of Emmett and the things about him:

Eye color: blue

Favorite color: anything warm (mostly red)

Perfect dimpled smile and perfect full lips

Cant ride a horse but always tries

Thinks i'm pretty

Loves to give hugs

I closed my journal and slid it in between a couple of books on my bookshelf. I'm grateful Charlie doesn't snoop-that way I don't have to go through the hassle of hiding it in an obnoxious area. I straightened my clothes and left my rooms swiftly but carefully not forgetting that I'm accident prone. I somehow made my way down the stairs safely and almost dove into Emmett as soon as I saw him.

"Woah, moving real fast there Bell." He used a new favored nickname he developed over the first two weeks we had known each other. He said when I laughed, I sounded like a bell. I wasn't sure how to take it at first considering some bells can sound annoying but according to him, it's a good thing.

"Sorry." I chuckled and looked down. It was around 8 in the morning and we were to start working on the farm. Our tasks were always completed quickly and easily. We would either find something to talk about but also fall into comfortable silence.

After a few hours, we were done with our task-getting to see the star when I heard a familiar voice. Caleb was walking toward the stables with a large smile on his face. It wasn't as beautiful as the emmets but it was just as inviting. Caleb probably matched Emmet in height but lacked in the muscles.

"Caleb!' I gasped and began running towards him. Emmet lagged behind watching our exchange. I fell into Caleb's arms and he spun me around in a bear hug. It was nice-not as strong or fitting as emmetts. Why am I comparing them? Am I saying this to make more notes?

Caleb put me down and smiled at me more brightly. He had returned home a week ago but was sick with a cold. Apparently he now has a nephew and contracted the cold from him. I was thankful he didn't feel gracious to spread it to me immediately.

"How are you, honey?" He asked to be released. Honey. Such a mature name from a boy younger than me, though he really didn't look his age.

"I'm good. I'm glad you're better." I say still looking into his deep brown eyes. Ifeel Emmet close the distance he had behind me and glanced at him. A smile sat on his face but it was small. He had a shady but still kind look in his eyes. I reached behind me and grabbed his hand, instinctively. "This is Emmet, he started working the farm a month ago. He's been a lot of help." Emmett stepped slicer to me. His smile widened as I spoke about him.

"Hey." Emmett nods kindly to Caleb. "It's been nice working here. Bella told me so much about you." He was being so polite. His hand held mine almost tightly. The thought of him holding it in more than a friendly way brought back the same group of butterflies from when we first met.

"Nice to meet you. I'm glad you like it. Bella sure makes the work fun." Caleb responds. There was a bit of silence before I started up a conversation we could all have. For some reason there was an odd tension in the air that I couldn't understand. I dissipated after a while and the guys laughed and watched me show off my riding skills on Star. After a while we decided to head inside for lunch.

"Wow, that was a delicious Bell." Emmett announced happily, rubbing his stomach. Him staying until lunchtime was a routine he had with me and I wasn't upset about it. The more time i spent with him the better.

"Yeah, thank you-so much." Caleb agreed doing the same thing. I've never seen boys put away sandwiches like they did.

"You're welcome." I laughed.

"Oh, I gotta go. Mama's probably waiting up for me at the shop. We're supposed to meet up with dad for something. See you later?" Emmett stood from the table. It always made me sad when he had to go. We exchanged home phone numbers but that only did so much with no privacy. Not that there's anything we needed to talk about privately. I thought bitterly. I then scolded myself for wanting things to move further.

"Yeah. Get home safe." I say softly. I watch as he grabs his plate and politely puts it in the sink. Once he's out the door, it's silent.

"So…he's…nice?" Caleb says.

"That's no question, yet you make it sound like one." I eye him suspiciously.

"It's just that you guys have only known each other for a month and you're super into him. Don't get me started on how he sees you." Caleb almost complains.

"How does he see me?" I was so excited to know what Emmett felt that I disregarded his annoyance. He's too young for me and as much as i love him and don't want to hurt him, i will remind him why a romantic relationship wouldn't work for us now or in the future.

"Of course you wanna know." He sighs aggressively. His attitude shift confused me considering we were all laughing not 30 minutes ago.

"Caleb, spit it out." I say sternly.

"You know how I feel about you!" Here we go. "And you just bring him around while I'm gone and you've all but forgotten about me. You didn't even call." Caleb huffs.

"You didn't call me either and as I said earlier, Emmett decided to work here before knowing I existed." I roll my eyes. "Caleb, you're still my best friend. You have to get that but you also have to understand that I want to be with guys my own age. It's not fair for either of us if we are together. When we're older, youll userdtant why." I reach out to touch his shoulder but he just slaps it away and stands immediately, causing the bottom of the chair to scrape the floor.

"Just forget it, bella." He hisses and leaves through the front door with a slam. My heart drops as I realize the day took a turn for the worst. How could my best friend not accept that I will love him in the way that's necessary? I feel bad that I didn't call while he was away. I should have. He didn't either. I thought bitterly. No way am I going to feel bad for that. We spent practically every day together. I didn't think it'd kill us to have well deserved time to ourselves.

"Kid?" Charles's voice boomed from the front door. He hung up his things and made his way to the kitchen. I stood from the table and grabbed mine and Caleb's dishes and did the same. I looked to see Charles with his hands on his hips and an expression of expectation.

"Did you see him leave?" I asked quietly.

"Yeah, and he seemed pissed." He walked toward the fridge and grabbed a can of beer.

"It's nothing dad. Just teenage drama." I didn't need drama.

"About?" He eggs on.

"He's just jealous of…Emmett." I place the dishes in the sink and place my hands on the edge of it. For some reason the thought of talking about my crush to dad made me want to leave my physical self. I only told the truth because as a teen parental guidance is necessary. Just because mom isn't here doesn't mean i have to ignore talking about my teenage struggles.

"WHy is that?" He leans against a counter that is a foot or two away from me.

"You know why dad. He's had a crush on me since he was three and I was 5. Maybe it wasn't a real crush since babies don't know what that is but he was attached to me. He still is but in a different way." I huff and turn. "I just don't understand why he had to be like this. He was so mad he was pretty enough to bring up the fact that I didn't call but I figured he would like space." I vented. Wow, things are just pouring out now.

"Well, you're both going through…changes." Charles begins awkwardly. "You are looking more like a woman the older you get, respectfully stated as your father. Boys will want to be more than a friend to you, it's a part of a teenagers life to have these pointless bickerings. Unfortunately he's a stubborn kid so just pissing him off will just make him try harder." he finishes.

"Sure, but why? I didn't ask for this. I just wanted them to be friends." I felt miserable. I was starting to wish Caleb called before coming over.

"It happens, it's normal in a teenager's life, Bella. That's why." Charles sighs. "Do you have feelings for Emmett? If so, we need to lay ground rules." His voice was strict.

"Please, god-dad. No." I cover my ears and run to hide in my room until dinner time-completely forgetting the dirty dishes.

4 months later…

Charles was right, Carb kept trying. He was determined to come help on the farm with Emmett and I. I almost sat down and watched them do everything, doing the same task as each other competitively. Dad even got a view of the show one day and almost went blue from holding in a laugh as my miserable expression. I do appreciate Caleb apologizing though. It took a week but it was very nice.

1 week after the argument…

I was brushing Star. One of the stable hands named George tended to the other horses. I was feeding her sugar cubes when I heard someone clear their throat behind me. Looking up, I see Caleb looking into my soul with sorry eyes and a pie from his mom. I'm unsure if he came on his own and requested she make one or if she forced him to come and is offering a pie as an apology for her idiotic son.

"Hi." I say still feeding Star the cubes. Her lips tickle my palm as she gently takes them, ears perked up happily.

"Hey, I came to give you this. And to tell you," he takes a deep breath. "I'm sorry." He finishes with a long look into my eyes. His hands shake as he holds the pie and I start to feel bad for him. That's when it didn't matter whether or not he did this on his own or if his mom sent him.

"Oh, Caleb, it's ok." I drop my hand as the star finishes her sugar cubes and she wanders off. Likely going to look for more sugar cubes from the table hand.

"No, it's not. I handled Emmett being around the wrong way. He's really cool. I hope he didn't get any bad vibes from me. If he did, please tell him I'm sorry too. I was just jealous," he continues. "Knowing that he makes you feel the way I want you to feel about me makes me angry. At him mostly but also it made me angry at you. Then I realized you can't force someone to love you by throwing a temper tantrum."

"Wow, that's…mature of you." I was complimented. "I should apologize too. I'm sorry you came back and someone new was around. I'm sorry i didn't call-i really figured, since we see eachother so much, space would be good. I had no intention of hurting you." I walk towards caleb. His hands had stilled after I apologized. I ushered him outside and we sat on the fence to watch the horses run free alongside the cows that preferred to lay around.

"Like you said before, I didn't call either. The space was nice but I really did miss you." Caleb sits the pie on our outer legs and they are pressed together. It sat on my right and on his left, oddly balanced.

"I missed you too. Lets just hang out-just you and me." I offered with a smile. He returned the same smile and we dug into the pie using forks he dug out of his back pocket.