A/N: Hey everyone! I know that I haven't posted the next chapter to An Encounter with Liquid Amber yet, but this kinda just popped into my mind, and I wanted to write it before I forgot!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything Twilight…*sighs*

I looked at myself in the full length mirror. I ruffled my hair, straightened my tee-shirt, and even did a little pirouette. After realizing that this was as good as it was going to get, I sighed and went to wait for my best friend outside my house. While I waited for the familiar Jeep to pick me up, I reminisced about how I met Emmett.

"But Mom!" I had cried. "I don't want to go to third grade! Can't I just go back to pre-school?"

"Hon, everything is going to be fine! You'll meet some new friends and learn a whole bunch of new stuff!" My mother was always the enthusiast. She had given me a pep talk the whole drive to school, and gave me big thumbs up as I had left the car with a discouraged attitude. My first day of third grade actually did go without a hitch like my mother had said. That is…until the time for recess came and HE showed up. I was minding my own business, drawing on the concrete with sidewalk chalk when a cherub faced little boy, my age, with a head full of dark curls came up to me. His handsome features had taken on an ugly sneer, and I realized a group of boys, obviously his "followers" were waiting behind him in what looked like anticipation. I looked up from my dusty masterpiece, when he suddenly snatched the blue chalk I held in my hand. Abruptly I stood and defended myself, now that I knew the boy was here to cause trouble. The boy kept his arms crossed in front of his chest and the smug smile stayed in place as I marched over to him.

"Give me that back!" I said, and my voice was strong. The boy laughed, and got close to my face when he answered me.

"Make me" he'd said in a cocky voice. I'd defiantly had enough of this. I was not going to let some jerk ruin my first day of third grade. With all the strength I had I pushed the boy to the ground, and sat on his chest, pinning his legs to the concrete when he struggled. I took back my chalk, and looked up at his friends who were all wearing expressions of shock.

"Beat it! Or you'll be next!" I threatened, and then laughed when they scampered off, clearly frightened. I realized then that I was still sitting on the chalk stealer, and I got up and brushed myself off. The boy stood, but didn't run like his friends; instead he looked at me, a huge grin plastered on his face.

"What do you want? Stop smiling at me weirdo." What could he possibly be happy about, after I had basically just beaten him up?

"That was awesome!" he said with amusement. "I've never seen a girl who could do that. I'm Emmett."

I liked the fact that I had amazed him. And after debating whether or not to tell him my name, I stuck out my hand for a shake and said "Nice to meet you Emmett, I'm Bella."

Ever since then, we were together. Two pieces of a puzzle, peanut butter and jelly, toast and butter. We were best friends.

The sound of a car horn pulled me out of my reminiscing. I looked up in time to see Emmett's jeep pull into my driveway. I made my way over to the passenger door and hopped in.

"Way to be late as always Em" I said sarcastically. He turned and gave me an arrogant smile.

"You know it takes time to look this good" he said and gestured to his himself. And although I'd never admit it aloud, he did look good. He wore faded jeans, a beat up pair of chucks and a simple white tee, with a black leather jacket. To cover up my staring at him, I just laughed and punched him playfully on the arm. His backed out of my driveway, and we were on our way. We listened to the radio and made small talk on the way to Charlotte's party. We both knew Char from school, and we both knew that her parties were always exciting and a little weird. When we pulled up to her house, Emmett came around and opened the door for me, and I thanked him for not being his usual caveman self. Charlotte met us at the front door, and was practically bouncing up and down as she walked us to the basement, which was decorated with lights and streamers. There was a long table lined with refreshments and Emmett and I headed there while Char went to greet more guests. The party wasn't as terrible as I had anticipated, and I actually kind of had fun. I was forced to dance (no thanks to my so-called best friend) and I mingled with some other kids from school. When Charlotte noticed the party dying down a bit, she stood on a chair and asked everyone for their attention. The exuberant look she had, made my stomach a little queasy.

"I hoped that it wouldn't come to this" she said, meaning the crashing of the "party mood". "But since it has, I have a game that is going to spice things up a little!"

Now my stomach was defiantly queasy. Even though I knew what she was going to say it still made me grimace when she yelled out 'It's time to play seven minutes in heaven!"

Half an hour later, all of the guests were sitting in a circle on Char's basement floor. I sat next to my good friend Alice Brandon, and I was across from Emmett. Charlotte stood in the middle of the circle, jumping and squealing about how much fun this was going to be. In her hand she held a hat. She announced that in the hat there was colored paper. There was two of every color. Everybody would pick a color and whoever you matched with would be your closet companion. I picked my color with aggravation, regretting ever coming to this party in the first place. Making sure no one else could see I looked down into my palm at the tiny little piece of black paper that was surely going to ruin my life. The game began and I watched as couple after couple went into the closet and came out seven minutes later looking flushed and awkward. I gave Alice a smile as she walked into the closet with her crush Jasper and felt glad for her. I looked around and noticed that the circle wasn't really a circle anymore. On one side of the room it was me and Rosalie Hale, and on the other was Emmett and some kid with bad brace's and oily hair. My heart started pounding and I found myself praying that it was Emmett who had the other piece of black paper. Not because I liked him or anything…of course not, I just didn't want to get stuck with what's his name. When Charlotte called black and I stood, I watched nervously across the room, and I swear I felt my heart do summersaults when Emmett stood up with me. Cut it out! I thought to myself, you cannot have feelings for your best friend! It'll screw everything up! I bet you he doesn't even feel the same! I shushed my inner voice as I made my way to the closet with shaky legs. Charlotte stood by the door and when we were both inside she leaned in and said "You have to do something, or you're not coming to anymore of my parties!" Like I'd want to after this, I thought sarcastically. "Have fun!" she said. And then the door was shut. The closet was dimly lit and I could just see Emmett's face. God this is so awkward! Why did this happen to me? Calm down Bella, calm down. You can do this, it's only 7 minutes. Breath.

"Bella…?" it was Emmett's voice, and it sounded close. My pep talk vanished from my mind as I felt his breath on my face. It washed over every surface, cool and minty smelling. I realized I still hadn't said anything.

"Uh yes?" I managed to get out. The brush of his fingers across my cheek had me reeling and I tried my best to keep whatever "cool" I had left.

"Bella, I would really like to kiss you…if you don't mind. I mean we don't have to, if it's going to be weird. And…ugh I'm so stupid, I shouldn't have asked." He started mumbling to himself and seeing him so flustered and hearing him say he wanted to kiss me made me more confident and relaxed. I reached out and cupped his face in my hand. It still amazed me that after all these years it was just a cherubic as it had been the day we met.

"Emmett" I whispered, "I want to kiss you to." I can't say for sure, but I sounded like he whispered a "thank you god" before he lowered his face and connected our lips. The feather lightness of his mouth on mine had me floating away into a world where it was just me and him. I was on cloud nine, my heart bursting with happiness. I threw my arms around his neck and intensified our embrace. He noticed my urgency and deepened the kiss, gently brushing the tip of silk smooth tongue on my lower lip. I parted my lips and allowed him to explore. And boy did he explore well. No part of my mouth was left untouched by his tongue. I didn't want to let go of him, but I desperately needed to breath. I was pleased that when I broke the kiss for air, he seemed perfectly content to trail hot kisses down my neck and across my collarbone. I moaned softly, and the sound made Emmett look up. His eye's usually a beautiful brown, where nearly black, with the lust I could feel emanating from him. As he went to back me into the wall, he knocked something off the shelf in the closet. The next thing I knew the door was open and a shocked group of partiers were looking into the closet. No! We had at least two minutes left! As the temper tantrum in my head continued I was vaguely aware of Charlotte talking to us.

"We...uh, we thought that you two might be getting carried away after we heard that bang" she said timidly. So they thought we were doing it? Did people see me as a whore who would have sex in a closet? I looked down, noticing my appearance for the first time. I felt my face flush, and heat with embarrassment. Apparently people had every right to think we were "getting carried away". My hair was shooting out in every direction and my shirt was shoved all the way up to my bra line. I noticed Emmett didn't look much better. We apologized and told everyone that the bang was just in fact a bucket that fell off the closet shelf. Needless to say that Em and I didn't stay much longer. When we reached the car, Emmett helped me in and then jogged over to his side.

When he didn't start the engine after five minutes I knew something was bugging him. I hated to be the one to break our awkward silence, but someone had to or we'd sit here all night.

"Em…what is it? What's wrong?" I was sure I knew the answer, but I still didn't want to hear it. Well Bella, that kiss back there? Yeah the one in the closet, it was a mistake. I think we should just forget it ever happened. I sighed internally. Emmett looked over at me and I could see the nervousness in his eyes. He was probably worrying about letting me down easy. Come on Emmett just say it. He took a deep breath and I could tell he had put some thought into what he was about to say.

"Bells, I don't want this to be awkward, but I need to get it off my chest. I'm…" another deep breath, "I'm in love with you Bella. I tried to tell myself that I wasn't because you're my friend. My best friend in the whole world, and I didn't want you to feel uncomfortable, but after that kiss, I can't hide it anymore. I'll be okay, if you don't feel the same. We can just pretend it didn't happen, but I needed you to know."

I felt like I was the luckiest girl in the entire universe. I would have started jumping like a kid on Christmas, if there was no risk of hitting my head on the car roof. So instead I crawled over to Emmett's side and sat on him, just like the day we met except under very different circumstances this time around. I held his face in my hands and looked deep into his eyes. When I spoke, I spoke with all the love I could put into it.

"Emmett, I am so in love with you." I pulled him to me and kissed him with all the passion in my body. His strong arms wrapped around me, and I couldn't remember the last time anybody made me feel this way. I tangled my hand in his curls and he tightened his hold on me. I'm not sure how long we stayed that way, just wrapped around each other. But eventually Emmett told me that we should get home. On the drive back to my house, Emmett held my hand and rubbed circles with his thumb. I sighed contently, basking in the glorious atmosphere. We pulled into my driveway, and I looked at him for the last time tonight. His eyes shone with love, as he kissed my hand, and then reached up to pull my face to his. This kiss was tender and short, but had more emotion then I ever could have imagined. When we broke away, I bore my gaze into his and whispered

"I love you."

"I love you too, so much." He said back. I got out of the car and watched him back out and drive away. I took out my key and unlocked my front door. My mother was sitting at the kitchen counter, and looked up disapprovingly at me. It must be past my curfew. My mother was about to say something about my being late, when she stopped. She was obviously confused as to why I was grinning like a complete buffoon and instead she asked "How was the party?" her tone was apprehensive, and suspicious, as if she thought the reason for my happy high, was drugs or alcohol. I began walking up to my room, needing to lie down after everything that had happened tonight. As I reached the stairs, I turned to my mother, who was waiting for an answer and said in a dreamy voice

"It was the best party I've ever been to."