The Adventures of Emmett and Rosalie – Intentions

Rating T just to be safe

I don't even own a copy of The Host cause I forgot to bring my bank card to work today, lol. Stephenie Meyer owns everything.

((A/N: Im not crazy about this chapter lol. I don't think its the best. I hope you guys like it more. Let me know?))

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Today had to be the hardest day of my life. I have never felt so many emotions at one time. Generally, as a man, I'm very in control of my emotions and myself. I consider myself a happy guy. I try not to let things get to me too badly. Today I was a train wreck. The one, single constant element to the day was unwavering. Through all the pain and fear and shame, Rosalie, my Angel was still there. She never believed for a second that I was horrible or evil, as I had believed in myself. Edward came outside and looked off into the woods for a moment. "Is she in trouble with Carlisle, Edward?"

"I don't know. I'm trying not to listen. You should hunt, even if you aren't thirsty." He leaned against the railing and shrugged casually.

"I hope she's alright. You really think I should? I don't think I should go off alone right now."

"I'll go with you. The longer you wait, the more you will crave humans because you've tasted them. It will be harder for you to go back to wildlife. Carlisle is going to want to speak with you when he's done with Rosalie. We should go now and not keep him waiting later."

I stood up to leave with him. "What does he want to speak to me about?"

"Your intentions."

"My intentions? Intentions as to what?" It really got on my nerves when Edward spoke in riddles this way. It made me think he was pulling my leg or trying to make me look foolish.

"I can't tell you anymore than that. We're going to have some fun. There's a herd of deer just past those trees. Their more of a challenge than bears because their so fast." He took off after the deer and I followed him reluctantly. What kind of intentions could Carlisle want to talk to me about? My intentions to follow his rules? To get an education? To leave home and find my own way? I tried to push the thoughts from my mind as I took off after the herd.

When I entered Carlisle's study, he was not there as I thought he would be. He seemed so impatient about sitting down with me, why wasn't he here already? I had a seat and wrung my hands in my lap nervously. I would rather have him here speaking with me already, than stretching out the time by making me think about things in silence. The suspense was beginning to get to me.

"I apologize for keeping you waiting Rosalie. I wanted to make sure Edward wasn't eavesdropping. He's gone to hunt with Emmett. I want to talk to you about some things."

I nodded and waited for him to begin. I was much more nervous this time in the study than I was before. Not only was this an interrogation, it was also lecture on my behavior which would be followed by some sort of punishment. I bit my lip and watched him closely. While he spoke, he shuffled papers around and scribbled things on them randomly.

"In the last few days, you haven't been yourself, Rosalie. You've broken a lot of rules and been quite reckless. Let's make a mental list of those rules, shall we?" I nodded and began counting off on my fingers.

"Well, um…I was caught day dreaming at church, and then I was rude to Mrs. McArthur because she wouldn't stop talking my ear off about her nephew. I took your truck without asking you. Esme said it was all right, but I should have called your office and asked you personally. I took Emmett out in public knowing the truck might break down. I fought with a human who got killed because I couldn't be calm when he grabbed me. I put the whole family in danger and…I think that's it. Six? Does that sound about right? Oh gosh, I have been irresponsible, haven't I?" I looked down at my hands again in shame.

"Seven, I believe."

"Seven? What did I miss, Carlisle?" I counted again and could find nothing else I had done wrong.

"You were openly flirting with Emmett a short time ago with no adult supervision. I'm concerned about your feelings for Emmett. I know you're old enough to know to act around men, but I don't like the idea of you becoming so close with him so quickly. Tell me, what are your intentions toward Emmett?"

I thought for a moment and shrugged. My intentions? Why was everyone throwing this word around so much lately? "I'm not sure what you mean. I care for him as if he were a member of our family. I've been drawn to him since the moment I saw him hiking with his friends…oh no." I shouldn't have said that. When I was nervous, I had a problem with word-vomit.

"You saw him? With his friends when he was alive? You told me you found him being mauled by a bear alone, Rosalie. That you saw his friends abandon him during the attack. You followed a human and his companions knowing you might still be a danger to them?" I was in for it now. He was having trouble controlling his temper. "What are your intentions, Rosalie?"

"I'm not sure at this point. I want to be able to trust him. Edward is so cold to me sometimes, I feel as if he wouldn't care whether I stayed or left. Esme is older than me, like a mother-figure. I feel so alone sometimes. I need a friend I can talk to. And he needs one too. He needs someone to teach him…"

"Teach him what, Rosalie? He's already learned how to hunt and use his abilities. You told me the other night he was adapting well to this life."

"He is not well-educated. He has trouble reading. I was going to ask you a favor, if I may, Carlisle?" He looked up from his desk at me with interest. "I don't feel that I'm ready for school just yet. I'm comfortable at church so long as you and Edward are there beside me, but school is different. Perhaps in six months or a year, I could give it a try, but I don't feel ready. Perhaps you could wait to enroll me and I could teach Emmett myself? If you wish him to go to school with Edward and I, he will need help first. He's never been past the second grade." I bit my lip and watched Carlisle's expression for more than a few long, silent moments.

"If you wish to teach him, you must take it seriously, Rosalie. This cannot become a passing fancy of yours that you give up on after a few weeks." He knew what he was talking about. Knitting, oil painting, baking, French and Spanish, to name a few, were the passing fancy's he was speaking of. The only hobby I had continued for more than a week was auto-repair. "There will also have to be ground rules to follow." Here it comes, my punishment. I sighed and continued to listen. "I think of you as my daughter, Rosalie. And as a father figure, I don't wish to see you becoming irresponsible over some boy. I have no problem with you teaching him, so long as you keep your focus on more important matters."

"What kind of rules are you talking about, Carlisle?" I desperately wanted him to get to the point so I could leave and come to terms with my reprimand in private. "You are no longer allowed to be alone with him. Either Esme, Edward, or myself must be within hearing range at all times."

"Edward? Edward gets to be my chaperone? I'm older than he is!"

"Watch your tone, Rosalie." He warned me. I quieted down and pouted at my hands in my lap. This was going to be worse than I thought. "You may go hunting alone, but he may not. He is not to be left alone at any time until further notice. He may not enter your bedroom, and you may not enter his. Any interaction between the two of you will occur only in common areas of the house and property. All school lessons are to be done at the kitchen table and are subject to approval by Esme, who will be there while you teach him. Finally, you are not to take the truck out, ever." That last one stung a little. Driving was such a release to me and I greatly enjoyed being in the truck with Emmett for the short time we had together. This also meant I was only truly allowed out to town on Sundays for church services, otherwise I was confined to home and the woods surrounding it. I felt worse than a child receiving a spanking in public. "Do you have any questions?"

"No sir. May I go to my room now?" I couldn't look at him. I was angry and frustrated at both Carlisle and myself.

"Yes you may. If you see Emmett, please ask him to see me, as well?" I nodded and left the room quietly. I had never been in so much trouble at one time before. I knew I had it coming, but it was much worse than I had imagined. I closed the door behind myself and smacked into a brick wall on the other side. "Oh!"

When I bumped into Emmett, I had put my hands up without thinking and froze stiff. My hands, face and chest were pressed up against his body. He had been hunting. I could smell the deer on him mixed with his own scent. It clouded my mind for a moment until I could slowly get around him and find some room to breathe. "Sorry Rosalie. I didn't know you were coming out." He was standing in the hall waiting for his turn with Carlisle. He was so tall and broad, my face barely reached his chest and there wasn't much room for the both of us in this narrow hallway outside the study.

"It's alright, Emmett. He wants to see you now. Listen, you aren't in trouble, really. I am, but don't worry about it. It's not your fault."

"Will you go hunting with me in the morning? You didn't answer me before." He whispered down at me. When I looked up at him, his head was nearly bumping the ceiling. I felt slightly claustrophobic, but I wasn't so uncomfortable that I felt I had to escape.

"No. I can't. Carlisle will explain why, I'm sure. I have to go now."

"Wait, you keep saying that. I don't like those words." He reached down and took one of my hands in his own. "Do you really have to go away all the time?"

"Emmett? Please come inside?" Carlisle was trying to be nice, but I could hear the strain in his voice.

"Yes, I do. Stop it." I shook his hand off and looked at the closed door to the study. "Go on, I'll speak with you later." I turned and ran up the stairs to my room without looking back.

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I really didn't like hearing her say she had to leave all the time, as if she weren't allowed to be near me. It made me feel guilty for being myself. I felt something for her, and I could swear she felt it too, that's why she was so intent on being apart from me. The door to the study swung open and startled me when the light from inside flooded the dark hallway. "Emmett. What is it with you kids today? I ask you to come to my study, but you ignore my requests, so I have to keep asking. Come in. Sit down, please. I don't like having to repeat myself." I could tell he was angry. I took a seat like he had asked and waited for him to begin. "Emmett, I need you to sign these papers. These are forged, of course, but if anyone should ask…"

"Yes sir." I signed over a dozen papers about adoption, identification, citizenship, and other things I didn't understand. I couldn't read most of the words on the papers, so I just asked him over and over, what's this one for? What's that one for?

"You have no idea what these papers say, do you Emmett? Don't be angry with her, but Rosalie told me you needed a teacher. Is that true?" He took the papers to a filing cabinet and returned to his desk.

"Yes sir. I can't read much. I can only read numbers and small words. I wanted to go to school, but my situation wouldn't allow it." I was ashamed of myself, having to tell this to my new father. I felt like a failure all over again.

"I understand. She didn't go into detail about that, but would you like to learn? Are you willing to be a student and allow her to teach you to read and write? I think taking responsibility would be good for her and you need a teacher on a daily basis. What do you think of her idea?"

Her idea? Rosalie suggested that she become my teacher? I thought it was brilliant. "I think that would be a fine idea, sir. I enjoy her company and I'm willing to learn from her. I would like to graduate from high school one day, and seeing as we have about a million years to work on that goal, it sounds like a good place to start."

"I'm glad to hear you're interested. I will tell Rosalie and you can begin your lessons tomorrow." I wasn't allowed to tell Rosalie? But she was my teacher and we were a family. I should be able to tell her whatever I like. This didn't make sense to me. "I would also like to talk to you about the incident with Mr. Dunkin."

"Listen, I'm real sorry about that. I promise I won't let it happen again." I meant it. I never wanted to feel this guilty or embarrassed ever again.

"You can't really promise that, Emmett. Nobody can see the future. This way of life is easier for some than others. I believe that when you break rules, there are consequences to be dealt with. I laid out the new rules for Rosalie and I will do the same for you."

"Rules?"

"Yes, rules. I have decided that you will no longer be allowed to hunt alone. There is too much risk of you crossing a road by accident or coming across a campsite with humans around. Until you have adjusted for a few months, I feel this is best for everyone." Months. In vampire time, that would feel like a year or more. I nodded and let him continue. He explained the rest of the rules to me, but some of them I just did not understand.

"Sir, I was the one who made a mistake and killed someone. Why is Rosalie being punished more harshly than I am? I don't see why."

"Young man, she has more experience at this lifestyle than you do. She knows the rules and has followed them well for two years. Since she brought you to us, she has been careless and she needs a good lesson in responsibility. Tell me, what are your intentions with my daughter, Emmett?" He looked up at me with an almost scary expression. I couldn't explain the emotion he was feeling, but I didn't like it.

"My intentions sir, are only the best, I promise you."

"The road to hell is paved with good intentions, Emmett. You'll have to explain better than that."

I swallowed and racked my brain for the best way to get my thoughts across. "From the moment I saw your daughter's face I was drawn to her. For some reason, she found me lying there on the edge of death that day and gave me a second chance. You helped her do that. I owe her my life, my existence."

He was quiet for a moment and shook his head. "Keep going. I'd like to know more."

"When I look at her, it's like the sun is shining just for me, even if it's pouring out. It's been two years since she was changed, but she's still hurting inside, I can tell. She needs someone to help her get past that pain. I think that someone is me." I waited, but he didn't respond, as he was in deep thought. "Sir, I know this sounds like a odd request, but I'd like permission to court your daughter." I had heard a man on a radio program say that once and I thought it sounded good and smart. I held my breath and hoped he would say something.

"No." Anything but that. He didn't even look amused, so I knew I couldn't play it off as a joke. He was serious as a heart attack.

"No? Why not, sir?"

"Emmett, I don't have to explain my decisions to you. Rosalie is my daughter and the answer is no. I appreciate that you asked so politely, but that does not change my thoughts on it."

"You saved her for Edward. He told me. You can't force people to fall in love; it's just something that happens. You might say 'no' about it now, but whatever happens is going to occur no matter if you decide to let me court her or not."

"No. And that is the end of that discussion, Emmett." He was quite serious at this point. He leaned across the desk with a cold, annoyed expression. "You will follow the rules I have set out for you. If these rules are not to your liking, you can leave at any time. Just be mindful that each decision you make comes with it's own set of consequences. Thank you for speaking with me, Emmett. You may go to your room now."

I stood and nodded. "Thank you, Carlisle. I will remember that." I left and went directly down the hall to my room. I was so frustrated I began pacing like a caged animal. I ripped one of the pillows from the bed to pieces and did the same to several volumes of an encyclopedia from my bookshelf. It wasn't like I could read them anyway. How could Carlisle be so cold as to keep Rosalie from me this way? The poor girl had so many rules hanging over her head; she might as well be in prison. She was going to suffocate under the weight of it if something wasn't done soon.

I made up my mind to speak with her tomorrow when we had our first lesson together. There had to be a way around this. I wasn't going to let Carlisle make all the rules and decisions and just expect us to be good and follow them. I gave up and lay in my bed staring blankly at the ceiling for the rest of the night, trying to get my angel,Rosalie Hale out of my head.

The end!

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Like I said, im not thrilled with this chapter, lol. Hopefully the next one will be better. Please review and tell me what you thought!