Dont Be Scared Its Only Love (Emmett Cullen) That Were Falling In 10

Don’t Be Scared, It’s Only

Love

That We’re Falling In

Ten

I woke up the next morning, stretching out across the length of the bed and yawned. I rolled over and Emmett was gone. I almost fell off the bed without him there to stop me. I propped myself up on my elbow and looked around the room.

“Emmett?” I asked, my voice groggy sounding. I looked around the room and stood up, stumbling to the kitchen. “Emmett?” I drawled out again, afraid he was somewhere setting something on fire.

“Morning, babe.” He appeared in front of me, coming out from the kitchen. I jumped a little and he laughed, grabbing me by the waist and hugging me. “How are you?” He breathed.

“Fine, thank you.” I said, feeling a little awkward about what he was asking. He was never so… so cordial in the mornings; or anytime. “How are you?” I asked a little nervously. But before he answered, I spoke again. “Emmett, is something wrong?” I asked, concerned.

“What do you mean? I’m fine.” He chuckled.

“I’m sorry it’s just that…you’re usually not like this.” I explained. “No offense.” I added quickly.

“No, I’m fine, really.” He quickly replied. I nodded, snuggling against his chest. He took a deep breath in and hugged me tighter against him for a brief moment. “Listen, babe, I have to help Carlisle do some birthday shopping for Esme, who knows why,” he muttered before going on. “But, the point is, I’ll be gone most of the day. Do you think you’ll survive without me?” He joked.

I rolled my eyes. “Yes, I will be fine.” I scoffed. “When are you leaving?” I wondered.

“Mm, two hours.” He hummed, looking over at the clock. I nodded, pulling away to give him a kiss. He picked me up so I could kiss him without the help of standing up on the tips of my toes. He put me back down on my feet after a few minutes.

“I’m going to get something to eat.” I breathed, kissing him on the cheek before grabbing his hand and forcing him to tag along with me to the kitchen.

Later, I was sitting in the house alone, watching TV and flipping through an old magazine when the door knocked. I got up, going to the door and checking who it was. Edward?

“Hey, Edward,” I greeted awkwardly as I opened it. He smiled timidly. “Come in.” I offered. He thanked me and slowly walked inside. This was more than odd, seeing as he was the one who never really spoke to me.

“Hey, Elizabeth, I hope you don’t mind me stopping by.” He said quietly.

“No. Is something wrong?” I asked, worried that something had happened to Emmett. Like he got kicked out of the stores him and his father went to…

“No, everything’s fine.” He soothed, walking past me and into the kitchen. I slowly shut the door and followed him. “How are you?” He asked, turning around and eyeing me like he was looking for some sort of information he could use. I gave him a noticeably queer look before I replied.

“I’m fine.” I said to him and he nodded, taking my appearance in. I was beginning to feel the awkward air filling the room. “So, what’s up?” I asked, trying horribly hard to keep my voice casual. He took in a deep sigh, like he really didn’t want to be here.

“Elizabeth,” he began, looking at me with those same eyes he and his brother shared. “I…don’t think you should continue seeing Emmett.” He finally said, looking at me solemnly. I was bemused.

“Why? What do you mean?” I sputtered out, a little offended that he would just out rightly say something like that to me. He shook his head fervently.

“No, please, don’t be offended!” He pleaded quickly. “What I’m trying to say is, Emmett’s no good. He’s not good for you. You shouldn’t be around him all the time.” He corrected and edited.

“What do you mean? He’s a bad influence? I know that, but believe me, I’m not that impressionable.” I assured. He chuckled with slight frustration leaking through it.

“No, I know he’s a bad influence, and I’m not talking about that. What I’m trying to say is…” he searched for a moment for the perfect word. “He’s not…healthy to be around. He’s not good…for your health.” He said slowly, like that would help me understand.

“…What? Does he do drugs or something?” I asked my voice plain and annoyed by this beating around the bush. He ran his hands through his hair and grabbed my arm roughly and sat me down in the kitchen chair and then sat down next to me.

“None of us are good. Our whole family, people, humans, shouldn’t be involved with us. And Emmett, I know, he seems like your average…teenage guy, but he’s not. He’s really, really not. And I’m just trying to save you from getting hurt.” He said earnestly.

“Is your family part of the mafia?” I asked, teasing a little. He didn’t seem amused. “I’m sorry it’s just that, Edward, how can your family be bad? Your dad’s a doctor, Esme couldn’t kill a fly, and you guys are normal teenagers. So, I’m sorry, I just don’t see what your trying to tell me.” I argued. “I really like Emmett and I don’t want to break up with him, Edward.” I admitted, blushing a little. He shook his head.

“I was afraid you were going to say that.” He moaned sadly. I looked at him awkwardly again. “Well, fine, if you don’t believe what I’m telling you, I’ll just have to show you.” He sighed roughly, grabbing my arm again and towing me outside and toward the thicket of dense trees.