Disclaimer: I own nothing.

AN: I'm soooo sorry I haven't updated in forever. I was in a big transitionary period in my life and now that things have calmed down (I hope!) I should be updating more frequently. Anyway, here is the latest update and once I sort out the rest of my thoughts there should be another chapter! To those of you who celebrate it, Merry Christmas! Please review and I hope you all haven't lost interest! Enjoy!

Bella POV

I left the room, unable to handle the smug look on Rosalie's face. NO, MY face. Seeing Edward watch her scarf down the food that was meant for me was unbearable. The look in his eyes was the look he reserved for me. Granted he was still doing it to my physical form, but mentally, that wasn't me eating. How I longed to run my fingers through his hair and feel his cool body against mine.

But that couldn't be, for I was now Rosalie. I heard footsteps behind me as I leaned against the porch railing but didn't turn around.

"What's the matter, Babe?" Emmett asked, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing my neck. After a struggling a bit, I managed to squirm out of his embrace. "What did I do, Rosie?"

Rosie? Since when was she Rosie? She never let anyone call her anything but Rosalie, or maybe it was just me. Maybe everyone could call her Rosie except me.

"Nothing," I replied moving away from him.

"It's okay, Rose. She'll be gone soon and then things can go back to the way you like them." So essentially Emmett wanted my body gone so that Rosalie would stop being an ice princess towards him. My eyes stung with tears I couldn't shed. "Besides, Esme, Carlisle, Jasper and Alice have promised to leave and give us the house to ourselves until the rain hits tonight."

Oh, not good. A house alone with Emmett while I was Rosalie. NOT GOOD! They tended to be very…promiscuous. I swear if vampires could have children, those two would have so many children that they would be like bunny rabbits.

"Um," I stalled, trying to remember what Rosalie had suggested I say, "would you just hold me?"

"I thought you only liked to do that at night…" he said somewhat suggestively.

"I'm not in the mood, Emmett."

He sighed, almost inaudibly, "As you wish."

"Thank you, Westley."

He gave me a strange look.

"You haven't seen The Princess Bride?"

He shook his head.

"That's it," I smiled, dragging him into the house and plopping him on the chair. "This is my favorite movie."

"I thought Tuck Everlasting was your favorite."

Why did Rosalie like that movie? "This is my other favorite."

"Then it's a miracle I haven't seen it yet."

I walked over and sat on the couch, putting as much distance between us as possible. Unfortunately, Emmett had another idea in mind for he came and sat next to me, slinging his arm around my shoulders.

I immediately tensed and he turned and looked at me, frowning, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I muttered and turned my attention to the TV screen. If he was only going to have his arm around me, I could handle that.

Rosalie POV

After breakfast, Edward took me outside and held me close. "I missed you so much yesterday," he whispered, pressing his lips to the top of my head.

I tried to pull away but I was no match for his super-human strength. "Um," I said uncomfortably.

"What is it, Bella?"

"I just think I should get home. I think…" I fished for the name, "Charlie will be worried if I don't get home soon."

"We have time," he smiled crookedly and put his finger on the tip of my nose.

I turned my head and looked in the window, there on the couch was Emmett and the blonde hair over his arm could only have been mine.

Tears stung my eyes and I blinked furiously trying to hold them back.

"Don't cry, Bella," Edward said as he tenderly stroked my hair.

I pulled away and walked to the edge of the porch and leaned on the railing. This wasn't right. I should be the one snuggling into Emmett's embrace, not here with Edward while he fights against what he is just to be near me.

I stiffened as I realized I had just seen Bella lean against this very railing when she was out here with Emmett. What was I doing, repeating her actions? Then again, this was my house and I had leaned against the railing more times than Bella could fathom.

"What's wrong?" Edward asked lightly, tracing calming patterns on my back.

I tried not to shiver at his touch. He was so cold against my warm skin, how could Bella stand it? The urge to recoil from the icy touch became stronger with each tender stroke of his fingers. The only thing keeping me from giving in was the fact that I didn't want to hurt Edward's feelings. I can only imagine how I would feel if Emmett acted repulsed by my touch…

"Nothing's wrong, I'm fine," I angrily swiped the tears away.

"No, you are not fine," Edward said as his arms wrapped around my waist. "Now tell me what's wrong, Bella."

Hmmm, I don't know what could be wrong with this picture? Your girlfriend is in there with my husband while I'm out here with you, pretending to be your girlfriend, trying not to become insanely jealous that she's inside while I'm outside…Nope, nothing wrong with that picture.

What I ended up saying was, "I'm just overly emotional for no good reason, that's all."

He nodded, trying to show his understanding for my exceedingly lame excuse.