**Emmett**
Emmett and his friends, Jasper, Alice, Edward and Bella, walked into the cafeteria, the following Monday after they made the bet.
"So, I think we should throw a party!" Alice concluded, Emmett wasn't sure what she'd been saying before though.
"That sounds like a great idea." Jasper agreed, which in truth wasn't say much since he thought everything Alice said was great.
"Hold on," Emmett said. He'd seen Jessica Stanley. Bella and Alice had said she would fall for those lame pick up lines, so maybe he'd test their theory.
"Excuse me?"
"What?" She looked up annoyed.
"If I could rearrange the alphabet, I would put U and I together."
Jessica giggled a little.
"You would?"
Alice looking on in disgust turned to Bella. "No way. She's falling for it."
"I know…"
Back with Jessica and Emmett, he was in the middle of what he called operation flattery.
"I was just wondering, beautiful women don't give me their phone numbers often. Can I have yours?"
She giggled again. "Sure,"
Emmett's friends looked at him in shock. He's actually done it; he'd gotten the first phone number with a cheesy pick-up line.
"He'll never cease to amaze you." Muttered Edward, taking Bella's hand and leading her to the lunch table, Jasper did the same, twirling Alice around in circles as they went. She laughed and kissed him on the cheek.
When Emmett came to the table Edward and Bella were debating about Wuthering Heights again and Alice was trying to get Jasper to come shopping with her so she could makeover his wardrobe.
Emmett sat down by himself at the end of the table. Sometimes he very alone.
**Rosalie**
Another person feeling alone that day was Rosalie Hale. She didn't have work and she'd been at the gym all morning long and was tired.
She watched couples strolling by holding hands, or women and their children walking along looking into shop windows. Her life was horrible.
"Rosalie," Vera greeted, walking up with her boyfriend William.
"Hi, Vera, Will!"
"I'll go get us a table." William whispered to Vera, kissing her softly on the cheek, and going inside the café that Rosalie was currently sitting at. She was seated outside, under a giant umbrella, which was there to keep the table dry, since it was hardly ever sunny here.
"Rose! Guess what!" Vera cried sitting down across the table from her.
"What is it?"
"I'm getting married!" She held up her hand to show her engagement ring.
"Oh my god, Vera! That's wonderful!" Rosalie smiled, trying to push away how sorry she felt for herself and hugging her friend.
"I'm having trouble with the wedding planes though." Vera admitted.
"Oh?"
"Well I have my whole dream wedding planned out…there's just one thing I can't decide."
"What's that?" Rose asked curiously.
"What's your maid of honor dress going to look like?"
Rosalie shrieked in delight and hugged her friend again.
"That is…if you want to be my maid of honor."
"Of course I do!"
They gushed over wedding plans for a while and then Vera's food arrived and Rosalie ordered another soft-drink.
"I know this girl named Alice and she's planning a party this weekend and I was thinking we should go! Have some fun!" Vera said.
Rosalie shrugged, she didn't have any work for the rest of the month and a little party-time could be good.
She brushed a long strand of blond hair out of her face absentmindedly, and wondered as she watched families walking by, proud parents grasping the hands of their small children, if she would ever have a life like that. She'd never had one before; her parents had always trusted her care to a nanny. Rosalie never wanted to do that to her children, she wanted to be the one to hold her daughter or son late at night when they woke from a nightmare, too scared to sleep again.
She turned back to a very happy Vera and tried to smile the way a true friend would, hearing the news that their best friend was about to start the kind of life she'd always dreamed of. She was insanely jealous and at the same time giddy with excitement for her friend.
She felt sick because of the first.
Rosalie looked at her mother with some annoyance.
"Mother, you don't understand! This is important to me!" She cried, even though she wasn't sure what it was she was so passionate about.
"I look so lovely. But, darling, do you see wrinkles?" Her mother wouldn't take her eyes away from the mirror, not matter how often the room shook and changed. It was very odd, and Rosalie wondered when her mother had added so many ugly colors to her bedroom, because they seemed to be floating in the air, though she couldn't explain it.
"Would you look at me?" She implored, her mother still didn't move away from the mirror.
Rosalie founded herself being shoved out of the door, but by whom she didn't know because her mother hadn't looked away from the mirror.
"Mother?" She called as the door slammed. It was dark in the hall…if that's where she was.
"Mom?" She tried again; the door seemed to be fading away. "Mommy?"
But it was gone and so was her mother, however when Rosalie blinked she found herself in an office. She recognized it as her father's study, where he'd spent many hours working.
She looked down at herself to find she was in a pink dress and feeling her hair she found it was pulled back with a headband. She knew this, this was memory, she was seven years old and she knew how this scene ended and she wanted to leave this memory to itself.
"Daddy!" She half-yelled.
He held up a finger. One minute.
She waited and waited, but still he didn't get off the phone. She wanted to show him her homework.
"Daddy!" She whined.
He put a hand over the receiver.
"Rosalie! I'm busy."
"But look…" she held up the paper in her hand.
"Rose! I'm busy. Go play with some of your dolls."
She felt tears pricking her eyes as he turned his back and went back to his loud conversation.
She went out the door and into another memory. This time was she was nine and her best friend, Lara, had sat with all the other girls at lunch and they had made fun of her. She'd hated Lara after that, and they hadn't spoken and now Lara was living in Texas probably off stabbing some other girl's back, but the images seemed blurry for some reason and Rosalie staggered into the next scene.
She was fifteen and standing in front of the whole school, with Andrew, the first real boyfriend she'd ever had, it confused her why he wanted to do this in front of everyone. He had always been so sweet and the perfect gentleman.
"Rose, it doesn't isn't going to work out," he said all nicety-nice.
"What are you talking about?" She cocked her head to the side, trying to figure out what he was saying to her.
"Oh, come on! Look it's been fun…"
"fun?" She echoed.
"Yeah, sure. You know what Rosalie, you're rich and you're used to getting what you want. But that doesn't mean you can do whatever you want."
"What are you talking about?" She snapped.
"You cheated on me." He accused loudly. Rosalie had never cheated on him, she'd been nothing buy loyal.
"No, I didn't."
"Hugh says he saw you!" He shot back and she just stared at him, tears in her eyes.
"Why are you doing this?" she had asked softly.
"Because," said another voice, Rosalie would learn to hate for the rest of her school years. "He has me, now."
Diana was one of the cruelest girls in school and guys like Andrew were her pawns.
Rosalie remembered crying for weeks after that because everyone in school hated her, except for a lonely girl who sat by the dumpsters outside at lunch, named Vera, she and Rosalie had made a pact to get everyone in school back for being cruel and they had risen up the social latter, with the exclusive parties they threw. Now Rosalie hated those shallow days because they'd made her lonelier than ever before.
The private school steps faded away and Rose was now standing in the middle of a dark nothing, pictures whirling past her head, like videos.
Her childhood, all the boys that had broken her heart in her short eighteen years and every thing that had ever made her feel insignificant. Her mother was staring at the mirror again, spinning in front of her, her father on the phone, it was stuck to his hands and face, but he didn't seem to notice.
Making her realize she truly was all alone.
Rosalie woke up, a loud sob shaking her body. She was sweaty and shivering at the same time. She had nightmares like that every now and again. She rocked herself back and forth and tried to make the images fade away, so she could sleep again.
Even when she did fall asleep it was uneasy and haunted by loneliness.
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