Part 22

"mitosis! mitosis!"

"ARGH will you SHUT UP ALREADY?!"

Emmett does not appreciate good music. we are alone in the Cullen house. Esme and Carlisle shopping for groceries, Edward and Jasper buying a new stereo system and all the girls gone shopping (except for Rosalie who was invited to a fashion premier. she only just left). Emmett, having not finished studying for the Bio test, is made to stay home. graciously, i agree to keep an eye on him.

Emmett is irritated, because he doesn't get the textbook. his hair is ruffled from rnning his hands through it too much.

"urgh. is pancreatic juice acidic or alkaline?"

"alkaline, because the enzymes in the small intestine require an optimum pH of 9. alkaline."

"thanks."

we study peacefully until 8pm. then the phone rings. "I'LL get it. keep studying Em." his face falls. i know he's only looking for an excuse to get distracted.

"yo. who's this?"

a muffled wail come fromt the receiver. "Joy! HELP! my car swerved off the embankment! i can't get it out!" uh oh. "Rose, speak to Emmett okay? he'll know what to do!" i race into the kitchen where he's sitting. "hey Em. Rose's in trouble." i hand him the receiver.

"Rose? what's wron...uh huh...okay don't panic! i'll be there....where are you?...right. got it." he put the phone down. he turns to me and says in a grim tone, "hey Joy. we have to go help Rosalie. come on!"

we run (rather, Emmett picks me up and runs) to his newly-patched-up jeep. the engine roars to life and we speed down the highway.

a little while later, we spot Rosalie waving from the road shoulder. the Jeep is jerked to a halt (its newly-repaired brakes squealing in protest) and i am thrown forward. ouwch. way to go Emmett, give us all whip-lash why don't you.

Emmett hops out of the Jeep and starts examining the BMW M6. the car sits in the gutter, its headlights flickering forlornly. there are finger-shaped dents from where Rosalie tried to pull the car out of the gutter. alsa, the hybrid is too heavy even with her vampire strength.

Emmett rubs his palms together and with a grunt, heaves the car onto the road. Rosale give a cry of delight before hugging Emmett. "oh Em you're a life saver! if i go in my Jeep, we'll call a truck for your BMW," pants Emmett. the BMW's engine is spewing thick black smog, which cannot be a good sign. Rosalie hugs Emmett again before hopping into the Jeep and speeding off.

the sun has set and i only have my tank top on. rubbing my arms a little, i call a cab while Emmett calls a pickup truck. after an hour of waiting (peppered with "are they coming yet?"s and "will you shut up"s) we are in a cab going back to the Cullen place and the BMW's on the way to the workshop. its kind of late so i think i'll spend the nightat the Cullen's place.

the next day, Rosalie's attitude towards Emmett takes an about-turn. indebted for his service, she buys him all sorts of engine accessories (don't ask me to explain those) and extravagant Xbox games, out only in the black market.

hmm. looks like things are about to change for the better.