hey babe i was wondering if our wedding was still on

you betcha! its gnna be kickass

sweet! btw gigi wanted to know if you wnted a strippr ur bach party

that would be awesome! ya i do! who r u thinking?

leah, but were open to suggestions

but then seth can't come!

u srisly want seth at ur party?

good point.

i know. cuz im smrt like that

sry gtg rose is calling

oh k by

Sarah sighed and snapped her phone shut. It was like they went through this everyday. Joking around, having fun, and then Rose came into each and every one of their conversations. How does he stand that woman?, she had often thought to herself.

But he did. Everything about him was somehow attached to Rosalie, in one-way or the other.

And she hated it. She hated how much she was jealous of her, how much she wanted to be her. She loved joking around with Emmett like that, it made her so happy. She looked forward to every interactment she could get with him. A day when she didn't talk to him, was a sad one.

Her phone vibrated in her hand. She looked down at the outer screen. "Emmett" it blinked. But he wasn't texting her, he was calling her. She was sitting there thinking about it, only to remember she should probably answer before he hung up.

"Hey Emm, what's up?"

Hesitations, and then a soft, echo of a voice answered. "Can, can I come over?"

She didn't like the way his voice sounded. Like he was sad. It had only been a few minutes since she had been joking with him.
Oh no, she thought. He's calling to tell me we can't even joke any more because that bitch of a girlfriend thinks I'm making a move on him.

"Yeah, sure. Is something wrong?"

"I'd rather just talk about it when I see you. Are you busy now? I can just get in the car and get over there."

"Nothing's going on. Come on over."

"Thanks Sarah."

"See you in a few."

As happy as she was that he was coming to visit, she wasn't sure she wanted to know why. He had sounded so upset. She hoped it wasn't anything big. She relaxed against the back of the couch, picked up the remote and turned on the TV. Scrolling through a few different channels, she couldn't find anything that was holding her interest. She tried to focus on the medical show that had come on, but found it hard.

After about 10 minutes, she heard the doorbell ring. Knowing whom it was, she quickly turned off the TV, got up off the couch, and ran over to the door.

I think I'll always be surprised at how fast he can get here. It would have taken me half an hour. He's a speed demon.

She got to the door, and opened it. Emmett, as she had expected, was standing there on her front porch. His beauty had always made her breath catch in her throat; needless to say, she had to remind herself to breathe.

She looked up his face. Oh god, he looks worse than he sounded on the phone. What is going on?

"Come on in Emmett," she said softly, holding the door open wider. He walked through, as elegant as always.

Breathe Sarah. She reminded herself. He needs comfort, and he obviously chose you. You have to have air in your lungs to help him.

She looked over at him, still standing in the foyer. Not moving, just staring at the floor. She hated how awkward this was turning out to be. Sitting down on the couch, she put her hand down on the space next to her.

"Sit Emm."

And he did. She didn't want to look at his face again, no matter the beauty, to see the sadness in his eyes. But he did it for her.

"Sarah," he said quietly, his voice quivering a little.

"What's wrong? Please tell me why you're so sad."

"I, I...I broke up with Rosalie." His face, along with those depressed eyes shifted back to his hands in his lap.

She wanted to say 'Finally', but knew better. But he never gave her a chance to say anything. He looked up at her suddenly, looking into her eyes.

And then, he kissed her.

She pushed him away. "No, Emmett. Please tell me what's going on. We can't do this. You're just upset."

He didn't answer. She couldn't tell if she had offended him, his face become unreadable the moment she said it. He got up, and walked out her front door again.

She didn't see him for a week.