A/N: I'm back! After so long. I'm so happy that people have still been reading this story even after so long it's been posted. So I felt I owed this story a new chapter before my others. I don't think this chapter is as good as the other two. But I do promise, I have a very good final chapter that is already finished. But I won't post for a few days, because if I post it now, you guys won't review this chapter. I guess I'm just mean like that. haha But anyway, I hope you like this one. :)

I paced back and forth in front of the house. Anger and annoyance bubbled up inside of me. My husband was obsessed with some freaky and talentless hermaphrodite. I had to do something about it. But what?

I continued to pace back and forth as I contemplated some ideas.

Intervention? I could tie him to a chair and yell at him about his problem. I could do some research, break down this Lady Gaga, make her look bad. That way, he would find her less appealing and possibly break his fascination.

Play her music repeatedly until he got sick of it? No, I was already sick of it. I would probably end up driving myself crazy before even affecting him in the least.

Dress up as her and act annoying and stuck up? No. Bad idea right there.

I punched a tree. birds flew out of it in a frenzy, probably frightened. A few branches and flowers fell down from the force I had used.

"Nice dent." I heard a voice say from behind me. Guess who.

"Do I look like I give a damn about stray mutts right now?" I asked him.

"Mad about Lady Gaga?"

I turned to see a smug smile on his face. "Do you want me to hurt you?" I growled.

"Have you considered fighting fire with water?"

I raised my eyebrow. "Define?"

He rolled his eyes. "You pretend to obsess over someone equally as annoying."

I thought about it for a second. "That's actually a pretty good idea," I told him.

He started walking toward the house. "You're welcome".

"I'm not thanking you, because it was all your stupid fault to begin with!" I called after him.

We were all sitting in the living room flipping through the channels. As Alice passed MTV, Lady Gaga flashed by.

"Go back!" Emmett screamed. She ignored him and kept going. He jumped over the couch and grabbed the remote from her.

"Hey!" she yelled.

He flipped back, and we all had to sit through an excruciatingly long two minutes of one of her videos. As it ended, the announcer from TRL came on. He was standing next to a little brown haired girl.

"Coming up next on TRL, Justin Bieber!" he called out. (My bad, it was a boy.) A bunch of girls in the background screamed maniacally.

I felt a grin flash across my face before I shouted out, "Don't change the channel! I love him."

I saw looks of horror on the faces of my family.

"Really?" Jasper asked, raising his eyebrow.

"Yeah, totally. How could you not?"

"Because he's a little brown haired girl" Alice chimed in.

"Just like Edward," Emmett snickered. Edward frowned. After grinning at Edward for a moment, he turned to me. "But seriously, you like this kid? Seriously?"

"Imma tell you one time, yes."

As the commercial ended, I began watching and taking mental notes. This was going to be good.

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Three days later, I had taken things too far, which I was perfectly aware of. I spent hours watching Justin Bieber's videos and talking about him. My favorite, however, was the shirt I had which read "Bieber Fever".

The best part, though, was that Jacob spent all the time he used to spend on blond jokes on Justin Bieber jokes. My favorite? "Hey Blondie, puberty ran away from Justin Bieber. So should you".

As the days went on, Emmett started talking about Lady Gaga less and less. A week after Bieber Fever took off, he came to my room, looking annoyed.

"Okay, Rose. I have an idea."

"What would that be?" I asked innocently.

"I will never again mention Lady Gaga, if you shut up about Justin Boober."

"Deal," I smiled.

As he walked out of the room, I did an immature fist pump and hissed "yesssss". It was finally over.