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A La Emmett
I love my family. I really do, I’m not being sarcastic there, but there are really pushing it this time. You see not only has Emmett taken to making screaming- baby-crying noises everytime me and Edward enter the room, but Edward also refuses to tell me why he’s doing it.
I tried asking Alice but her answer was not much use,
“He’s just being a bit protective, that’s all” Protective?? What the hell does that mean? It didn’t help that everytime I tried to ask Emmett about his new found hobby, Jasper would send calming waves or make me forget what I was about to say. Of course the only way he could distract me was to make me have a sudden rush of lust towards Edward.
Not that I didn’t already, Thanks to my stupid human hormones. It was bad enough that I had to deal with them; I didn’t need a bored empath making it worse.
But today, Today I had a feeling it was about to get worse. Edward, jasper and Carlisle had gone hunting, supposedly leaving me under the care of Rosalie Alice and Esme, for anther sleepover. Alice though, decided that she just had to go the mall for this new pair of red Mary-Jane Heels that had just come in stock. Rosalie, never turning down an excuse to go buy even more clothes, to make her look even more gorgeous (and the rest of the world even more inadequate), had gone with her.
Esme had disappeared about an hour ago, after making me some fajitas and leaving them aside for me. This left little old me sat in the living area, watching Emmett beat the hell out of zombies on his PlayStation.
It was pretty uneventful until, having thrashed at least a hundred zombies, Emmett through his controller into the seat next to him. He threw his large legs over and sprawled out across the seat, his feet in my lap. He looked at me with a curious expression, his head tilted to the side, as if trying to work something out.
He finally spoke, “So your gonna be a Cullen Huh?” it sounded innocent, if you didn’t know Emmett and believed him when he told you that he was perfect. I couldn’t work out where he was going with this, so I answered as simply as I could,


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