Forgot last time: I don't own any of the characters, they all belong to the amazing Stephenie Meyer
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"Come on Emmett!" Rosalie screamed from the downstairs hallway, tapping her high-heeled, manicured foot against the foyer floor. "We can't be late again!"
Emmett jolted out of his chair. He'd fallen asleep again while writing in his journal. It was his one big secret. Of course, Edward knew, but then, he knew everything about them all. Luckily, Edward didn't consider a journal embarrassing enough to tell anyone about, even if Emmett did. And Rosalie knew, because she was… everything. Apart from hunting and Rosalie, journaling was the thing that calmed Emmett most. It helped him get his feelings out.
Feelings. A word that he would never think to utter when others were around. Guys like him weren't supposed to think about their feelings, much less need to work through them. But Emmett's journal was the one thing he had left from his human life. It's leather cover was deeply scored with claw marks from the attack that almost killed him. He traced the marks thoughtfully, sliding his fingers along the jagged edges.
"EMMETT!!"
"Coming, coming!" He hurriedly pushed the journal under the mattress of the bed and bounded down the stairs.
"Morning, Rose," he perked as he reached the bottom.
"Don't 'Morning, Rose' me," she snapped. "We're going to be late, and with Edward gone, we can't afford to draw attention to ourselves."
"He didn't have to leave," Emmett sulked. "All he had to do was follow his instincts. The girl hasn't been here long, and we know how to make it look like an accident."
"You know he wouldn't do that! You know how he feels about disrupting the family, about jeopardizing our position here."
"He disrupted the family plenty by just picking up and leaving. He wasn't thinking about us. So we have to do it ourselves."
"What does that mean, Emmett?" Rosalie hissed. "What are you talking about? You know we have to keep a low profile, and you know we can't hurt humans."
"Of course, baby. Of course. I'm just talking." He put his hand on her back and led her out of the house.
"Just talking."