Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. But I do own some of the characters here (Emmett's family).

So here it is, my latest Emmett-Rosalie fic. I hope you'll like this as much as Only Hope and Before It's Too Late. Every chapter will be written in Emmett's POV, but I can make some special chapters in Rosalie's point of view...I dunno, we'll see. On with the story…

1 New Girl in Town

"Emmett! Get down here. Now." I heard my mom boom from the living room.

Great. I groaned and buried my head under my pillow. Can't I sleep peacefully in my own home? I started counting in my mind; my mom will come and break down my door if I don't go down there within ten seconds.

One…two…three…four…five…six…se-

The door bolt open. Six and a half seconds – new record!

"Emmett Dale McCarty, get up!" my mom demanded.

Jeez. I groaned again, this time making it louder and sound more pathetic. "Good morning, Mom," I said as I sat up.

Her hands were on her waist – typical picture of a suburban mother scolding her not so responsible son. She looked at me like I was some guy with a bad record. "You're in big trouble, young man."

I sighed and took a deep breath. "Sorry for coming home late last night. I didn't mean to."

"Didn't mean to? Emmett, you arrived around past midnight. Way past your curfew."

Here we go again with the never ending sermon. The next line is going to be 'You are not acting like your age, young man. Blah blah blah.'

"You are not acting like your age, young man. You'll be grounded the next time you come home late." My mom sounded like a reprimanding teacher.

Thought so. I stood up, fixed my pillows and promised my mom not to do it again. Seriously, I lost track on how many times I went home late. But I wasn't doing anything bad like drinking and sleeping with women. Well, the drinking part was a little bit true. Okay, I'll tell you the truth. I often end up having a brawl with someone when I'm too drunk. Other people think of me as a badass person, and honestly, I don't really care as long as I'm away from my family. I'd do anything to keep me away from my oh-so-perfect family…my empty life.

My dad, Eugene McCarty, is a successful doctor and has earned fame and fortune for his 'great' work ethics. Katherine, my mom, is like the redhead from Desperate Housewives. She's a dedicated homemaker, obsessive-compulsive in my opinion, and a perfectionist. And my little sister (twelve years younger than me; I'm 17), Abigail, who I lovingly call Abby, is such a sweetheart. She's the only thing that keeps me from going insane...and she's one of the few people who have seen the 'kind' side of me. She's the only person I show gentleness to.

Oh and, I had a big brother, but he died a couple of years ago. Guess what? My mother kind of blamed me for his death. Yeah. What a life. I guess that's what made me become this belligerent person that I am today.

"Emmie!" a tiny little voice squeaked with delight as I jogged down the stairs.

I looked around and saw Abby at the living room, watching Shrek with her teddy bear clutched in her arms. "Hey there, little girl." I lifted her up and carried her to the kitchen. "Are you hungry?"

She shook her head with a huge grin on her face. "I just ate pancakes."

"Okay then. Guess I'll have to eat by myself."

I put her down and let her continue watch Shrek and munched on the pancakes left for me. My mom is a great cook; I'd give her credit for that. And she's more than willing to help the neighbors; she often cooks for Chief Swan whenever his daughter, Bella, and her cousin, Alice, are out of town.

My mom emerged from the living room, dressed elegantly again, with Dad trailing from behind her. "Emmett, your dad and I are going to Port Angeles. Take care of your sister. Do not leave the house," she ordered like a general or something. "And don't trash the house either, and don't forget to feed Daisy."

Daisy…her beloved Maltese. I think she loves that dog more than me.

Instead of telling her that I have no intention of trashing the house, I just nodded. That's another thing about my mom. She thinks I'm just a load of crap. She doesn't trust me with anything.

A couple of ideas entered my mind. I could go out and play with the La Push boys…or I could invite my teammates and trash the house to piss off my mom.

Nah. I'd get my ass grounded if I trash the house.

I finished up the rest of my pancakes and dumped the plate on the sink and joined Abby at the living room.

I took her and placed her on my lap. "So, what do you want to do?" I asked her playfully.

"Barbie!" she answered joyfully, playing with her teddy bear.

"Barbie?" I asked playfully, playing with her curly hair. "I can't play Barbie, silly princess. How about I take you over to Bella's? You can play dress up with Alice."

She beamed with delight, quickly got out of my arms, and went to her room humming Fergie's Glamorous. I switched the channel to MTV and waited for Abby. She came back a couple of minutes later with her Barbie bag.

Abby and I walked hand in hand to Bella's house, which was just beside ours. Thank God for giving me a neighbor like Bella; she's always happy to take care of Abby whenever I have to do some stuff.

Chief Swan was already getting ready to go to work. He told me Bella was inside with Alice.

"Hey there, Bella," I greeted as she opened the door.

Abby ran inside their house towards Alice, who was painting her nails. Alice immediately stopped what she was doing and gave Abby a warm hug.

"Can I leave Abby here? I'll be at the court." I smiled at Bella.

Bella nodded. "Sure."

Something odd made me pause as I was about to leave Bella's porch. A blonde girl was sitting at the porch of the house in front of ours. That house has been vacant for a year now.

"Is that house occupied now?"

"Yeah, you were surprised huh?" Bella walked towards me. "Me too. I was checking the mail box when that girl waved at me."

The first thing that I noticed about the girl was her pale alabaster skin. She looked like she doesn't have enough red blood cells or something. Well, every kid in Forks look pale; she would fit in within no time. Another thing I noticed was that she was dressed like an old lady. She was wearing a knee-high dress with floral prints and a blue sweater. The only thing I like about her is her hair. Her hair was golden, gently waving to the middle of her back.

"One dress shopping is all it takes to make her look pretty," Bella said.

"The only thing that's pretty is her hair," I scoffed.

Bella smacked my arm. I looked at her with a confused look on my face. I could tell that I shouldn't have said that by the look on her face. I cleared my throat. "When did they move to the house?"

Bella shrugged and shook her head. Never mind, I could find it out later from Mom. She knows everything there is to know about our neighborhood.

"I'll go on; the boys are waiting for me." I patted Bella's shoulder. I poked my head inside Bella's house. "If anything goes wrong, call me. I have my cell phone with me, okay Abby?"

"O-kayyy," she replied sweetly.

I kissed her tiny cheeks and jogged off to the court.

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I looked at my watch and got surprised by how I completely lost track of time. It was already four in the afternoon. I've been playing for too long now. I gave Jacob and the rest of the boys a wave of goodbye and jogged back to Bella's house. I was relieved when I saw our driveway still empty. Chief Swan was the one who opened the door when I knocked.

"Enjoyed the game too much?" he greeted with a grin.

I panted and slowly began breathing evenly. "Yeah, the boys are really getting good."

Chief Swan smiled and turned his head to the living room. "Girls, Emmett's here."

Abby ran towards me and backed off a little when she saw me sweaty. I had to laugh at her reaction. Alice followed with all of Abby's stuff.

"Thanks Alice. Thanks Bella."

"No problem. Bring your little princess here whenever she wants to play dress up," Alice mused.

"So, how was your time with Alice?" I asked Abby as we walked to our house.

She smiled happily; she obviously had a great time. "It was perfect!"

I took a glance at the house in front of ours and my curiosity about our new neighbors sparked again. The girl I saw this morning was sitting at the porch, reading a book. Abby and I were almost at the door when Dad's car came into view.

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"Do you know anything about the new neighbors?" I asked as casual as I could.

My mother looked at me as if she didn't expect me to ask that question. "Mrs. Miller said they moved around midnight. She was still watching TV and she heard trucks, and you know how curious Mrs. Miller is."

Midnight? Who moves to a neighborhood at midnight? I remembered the day we moved here; Mom was wearing all her pricey pearls when she introduced herself to the neighbors.

"Anyway, aren't you late for school?" She finished packing Abby's lunchbox and gave me my allowance.

I finished my breakfast and went to school.

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Though I'm pretty sure that my girl neighbor is just about my age, she really dresses like an old nerd lady. Today she's wearing a plaid knee-high skirt, a white collared shirt…and a gray cardigan sweater. To finish her look, she wore black flats and she was wearing her hair in low pigtails.

Voila, a walking fashion no-no. I bet Alice is already clawing her eyes out, if she had seen this girl. Some of the students were trying to stifle their laughs as the new girl walked past them. Behind the girl was a blond guy, probably her brother, who looked like he was in pain or something. He literally glared at those who laughed at the blond girl.

"Seriously, can't she look any funnier?" I said out loud. Edward Cullen laughed and high-fived with me.

Bella smacked the back of my head. "Lower your voice. She can hear you."

True – the girl can hear me. She was just a few feet away from us, hiding her face behind the door of her locker. I just can't help but make fun of her.

"I bet she'll be sitting alone at the prom table this year." Victoria smirked and smiled, pleased with herself. She's one self-absorbed girl.

The bell rang and I quickly went to my first class – English. When I entered the room, some girls giggled, and some guys nodded towards me, which was very typical - me being the most popular football player in school and all. Then they all started to look like they were trying to stifle their laugh. I turned around and saw the girl behind me.

She sat on the only vacant seat in our room – the seat right beside mine.

"Class, looks like we have a new student here," Mr. Carter announced and nodded at the new girl beside me. "What's your name, miss?"

She looked around the room and I could already tell that she was nervous. "Rosalie Hale."

I don't know if it was her voice or the way she spoke, but she sounded so frail, like a helpless bird. I'm pretty sure that it's only a matter of time before the vultures start to pick on this helpless bird.

Man, I feel sorry for this girl. High school is going to be hard for her.

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