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Song: Feel Good Inc by the Gorillaz.

Here it is: the last chapter. BTW, if I get a lot of review on this chapter, at least 15, I will post the sequel pretty soon. I've lowered the minimum so I better get them! Lol.

Chapter 11: Enfin.

Emmett's POV

I was upstairs listening to my iPod when Bella walked in. "Hey," she said.

I nodded in time to the beat; she took it as a nod of acknowledgement. "Emmett—"

"Black Heart."

"Black Heart, we need to talk."

"We're not dating, Bella," I said.

She looked utterly confused. "Huh?"

"We need to talk' is a break up line. We aren't dating."

"Whatever. What I mean is, we should talk about you."

"I'm flattered that you care so much, but not flattered enough to actually care. Can you go away?" I asked.

"No." She was stubborn today.

I sighed. "Fine, what do you want Bella."

"I want to talk about you and your depression. I have decided to be your personal therapist." She said.

"Um, weren't you already my therapist, and that's what made me go emo?" I was confused.

She blushed, red staining her cheeks. "Yeah well, about that. I have decided that since it is my fault you are emo; I should take responsibility for your un-emo-fication."

"Um-hum…"

"So let's start with the talking thing. How do you feel?" she began, adopting that tone that made me first decide to go emo.

"Depressed."

"I see… and why do you think that is."

"You."

"Excuse me?" she said.

"You. You and Edward are the reason I'm emo. That and the fact that Alice needed a Barbie doll and you weren't around."

"Uh! No way. It is so NOT my fault. If anything it is yours for taking my advice. No one ever takes my advice and the first time you do, you don't like it!"

I shrugged. "It's still your fault." But the thing is, this talking was making me less depressed. Maybe she had something with this thing.

"Next topic. What do you like about being emo?"

I thought for a while. "Not much, just the friends and the black hair. Doesn't it look fab-u-lous?"

She stared at me for a minute. "Actually it does! Alice really has an eye for color. Maybe she should do my hair."

"You should let her. I think a darker shade of brown would look great on you. It would look great with your eyes."

"Ok, I'll let her know, but back to you. Is there anything else you like?"

"No. Not really. This is more of a hobby than anything."

"Well maybe you should get a new hobby," Bella advised.

Maybe I should, this one was getting old. Maybe I could be gangster, or skater, or gay… I wonder… "Maybe… I am getting a little bored of this one."

"Yes! You should try a new look. Maybe pretty boy, or skater."

"You know what, Bella?"

"No. What?"

"I'm going to take your advice again. And this time, I actually want to do it." My mind started thinking of all the possibilities. Pretty boy: hair, clothes, and shoes. Alice could so definitely do that one. Or Gangster: do-rag, big hoodies, talking badly, cussing. The pretty boy one sounded fun. I should talk to Alice.

Pulling off my emo clothes and pulling on some regular ones I called, "Alice!"

"Yes." She zoomed into my room, bouncing on the ceiling, since she had already seen the outcome.

"Make me pretty."

There you have it. The end. BTW, Enfin means the end or finally in French. I hope you like it! Review please! I love you all!