I truly want to get around to finishing this story but with my babygirl growing up so fast (talking and walking now :DD, shes a little angel) with work and finishing some college classes im busy most of the time. I recieved many beautiful messages and comments asking to complete the story giving me support and good vibes and to that i' am forever in your gratitude! Thank you all.

ps. i apologize for grammatical errors (this is all done mostly by phone in random places like the metro and such) this chapter will be for Rosalie and how I havent gotten around to naming her where-abouts and why's and such. Please enjoy! i am open to ideas as well!

pps. "bella is nothing like this" DUH, its a fictional story i'm molding to a sudden idea I had, this is "fanfiction" she's not bound to be the exact persona she was in the books. Would that not defeat the whole purpose of this site?

It was hours after Alice had dolled me up to her idea of perfection that I was let free like a mouse in a trap. I decided to make a quick escape to the backyard and sit hidden behind the tall outside fireplace to light a quick cigarette and chant calming words in my head. I still wasn't one who enjoyed the center of attention, nor being plucked, pulled and eyed at like i was under a microscope

"Ya know" Emmetts voice startled me to the point of throwing my ciggarette across the open grass space leading to the forest and looking up at him with guilty eyes "most people think it takes twenty years for your lungs to fill up with black cancerous liquid but really it can happen in a year"

He was giving me the most sarcastic glare I had ever seen and his eyes were dancing in his own amusment. He bent down and sat next to me, i pressed my back against the wall again trying to shake the fear and gnawing smile tugging at my lips.

"Emmett I can feel your look" And I could, I could feel him smiling at me like he'd enjoy catching me doing something "bad" much more than any normal person should. Than again Emmett wasn't perscicely normal. He was strange, child-like, beautiful, funny, ...so incredibly lovable. I caught myself quickly on this praising rant and thanked whatever god there was that Emmett (nor anyone) could read my mind.

"What happened to Rosalie?" It was suppose to be a thought at first, one of which I could pawn over (maybe ask Alice about) but instead it blurted between my lips like a little kid with no self-control

I looked at Emmett nervously but he shrugged not exactly catching my eyes "She wanted something I couldn't give her..."

"What do you mean?" after a long pause "Sorry if I'm prying Emmett...It's not my business"

I glanced to him to find him staring "Rosalie..though we love each other...it didn't..." He seemed to be having trouble explaining so he he started using his fingers to demonstrate whatever happened between them by mushing in hands together "We didn't..you know..match exactly. She wanted too many different things, that I didn't. I like simplicity but Rosalie needs extravagence and luxury and I just didn't want that. So we decided it would be best if we went our seperate ways but kept in touch and all"

"You make it sound easy" I said with some envy, if I could have managed that with Edward maybe I wouldn't have such a resentment towards him and what we had. It still hurt to say it "Had" But I guess Charlie was right when he told me love wasn't meant to last forever "there the quick spark in the universe that reminds us there is something much greater than ourselves lurking out there"

Charlie, I thought with a nostalgic love, he was so much wiser than I gave him credit for.

"Would you take me home, Emmett?..I need to see my dad"

He smiled and nodded enthusiatically "Today we ride the motorcylce"

He ran faster than i could possibly follow and I could hear an echo of his laugh along the way. He knew this wouldn't sit exactly well for me, riding a motorcycle with Emmett gave me the same feeling in the pit of my stomach like the first time i rode splash mountain as a kid.

Bella might deny it to the day she dies but the sudden image that took motion in her head of her straddling Emmett with her hands wrapped around his waist gave her somewhat of a shiver with a nervous excitment and intoxication...

This wasn't good she thought and to even further the extent of what was building around them...Emmett felt the same shiver climb up his body as he steadied his weight on the bike waiting to feel Bellas tiny body snake around him . . .