Authors Note: This chapter is written by Ashh again, but the next chapter is going to be written by Libby! (She's freaking amazing and you all can see how terrible I am and how wonderful she is) I hope you all liked the first chapter by the way! This is going to be another long chapter... I didn't mean for the last one to be so long by the way. I was just writing out of boredom. Sorry! I'm really bad with putting things in present tense, too. So... I'm going to try with english accidents but don't make fun of me if I do terrible, okay? Okay!

Disclaimer: I'm not Stephenie Meyer. I'm not the most amazing writer in the world. I own nothing Twilight. I just own their little british accents!

Chapter Two - Starting Over

Recap: I lied down on my mattress, feeling complete relaxation before I drifted off to my dreams.

"AHH!" I started to scream at the top of my lungs as Anthony flew onto my bed, waking me up in a jolt. A parade of giggles escaped from my little brother's lips as he ran out of my room (Before I got the change to strangle him to death). My legs streched over my bed but when I stood up my head felt oddly aberrant. It took moments for me to gain back my sanity to chase after my brother. I mount up the stairs in a fleet and I snatch his diminutive body in my arms. "I got you now, you boogy!" I whirled Ant (My nickname for him) around in circles as he let out a shreik that shook the whole house. Jake and I were snickering when I set him down. My little brother ran upstairs to go see my mother.

I walked over to Jake, smiled, and rubbed my hand on the top of his head to make his hair a complete wreck. He immediately started to try and fix it and I grimaced down at him. "Don't you look like the bees knees?" I joked.

"Put a sock in it."

"Wasn't like it wasn't already beastly before." I could hear him growl which put a smile on my face, something that usually didn't appear in the mornings. "So, what's for breakfast?" He shrugs so I quietly walk over to the cabinet and open it, only to find it empty.

A hiss escaped my lips as I walked to the bottom of the stairs. "MUM!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. There was no answer so I screamed again. "MUM!" I heard footsteps upstairs so I walked up to see my mother slowly walking towards the bathroom holding Anthony's hand. "We need breakfast."

"Hold on sweetheart, we'll go out to eat." I looked down at myself and frowned.

I was still in the pajamas I was wearing for two days now and my hair was a complete mess from not being able to shower the previous night. Furious, I pulled the bottom of my shirt away from my stomach for a moment. "Mum, I'm not going out looking like this." As I let the shirt drop, it quickly clung back to my stomach.

"Well, then hurry up and get ready, Rose." A snarl escaped from my lips but with her normal slappy attitude, she pretends she doesn't hear me. I went downstairs to the basement and started un-packing my clothes. I grabbed the first outfit that was in my suitcase; torn jeans, green and white puma shoes, a Green Bay t-shirt that my friend brought me back from Wisconsin, and a john deere hat. One by one, I took out my shampoo, conditioner, face wash, body wash, and a towel and took it all to the bathroom. I hopped in and out in about 10 minutes since I want to make sure that I wouldn't look like a complete wreck. After I wrapped the towel around my body, I rushed to my room and took my blow drier from one of the boxes in my room and walked back to the bathroom to finish getting ready. By the time I was out, my stomach was growling perfusley.

My hair was still a bit damp, but I could start to see the waves coming back in. I ran my fingers through my shiny hair to try and help it try faster. Mum and Dad were waiting by the door for Anthony, Jake, and I to hurry up and get into the car. Without a word, I give my mother a small glance as I head around them and go for the car. Will I small hop, I situate myself in the seat that I was in not even 24 hours ago. It seemed to take forever for my brothers to run downstairs and get into the car too. We went to the closest place we could find - IHOP. It's not that I don't like pancakes and waffles, but I have never been a big fan of all the sugar and fat that is in theirs. The rest of my family orders large meals except me, only having a side plate of scrambled eggs and a glass of orange juice without pulp. The service was terrible and took them about twenty minutes to get our food to the table. I could smell the smoke from the other end of the room and it had gotten to the point where I actually had to start breathing out of my mouth instead of my nose. When my family was finishing, the waitress came by with the check and so I slowly head towards the counter to pay.

The guy was bent over, trying to grab change that had just fallen. His jeans were torn in the back pockets, letting me see part of his striped blue and white boxers. I let out a loud sigh and thrust my upper body forward. I started to let my head droop over the counter since it was seeming that it was taking hours for him just to pick up the change. "Hey Mr. Dover, you going to hurry it up there?" I was given a shock as he looked up at me, confused, and then stood up straight, which was making me feel like I shrunk about a foot. The guy looked like he was around six and a half feet, which was surprising to me, but then again, I always had a thing for tall guys. At my age, I was usually one of the tallest girls in my grade, being five feet and nine inches tall, but I was glad I wouldn't have to be by a guy that was shorter. I finally took a good look at him and there was no resisting that the man was gorgeous, because I even knew that was an understatement. His dark brown hair was slightly curly and it seemed to shine off of the light on the ceiling. His muscles were sticking out of his black shirt, so much to make my mouth water.

When he smiled, his round face showed beautiful dimples that looked almost exactly like mine. "My name's not 'Ben Dover'," he said if as he used quotations with his fingers. "It's Emmett. If you wanted to know, you just could have asked." Emmett winked at me then took out the change that he put in a pocket of his apronn, then slowly started putting it back into the cash register.

I looked up at him and rolled my eyes, completely forgetting about the 'Ben-Dover' joke in the first place. I held out the money to him, but he was still putting the change back in the cash register. After he was done he bowed his head and looked at me in the eyes with another smirk. I held my money out but his eyes wouldn't leave my face. I snarled as I looked down and shoved the money and check against his chest. "If you want my fucking money, take it before I change my mind."

"Fiesty, eh?" He asked, still refusing to take the money. That stupid smirk wouldn't wipe off his face and I started to become more tempted than ever to smack it off for him. I dropped the money on the table and started to walk away but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me back. "Wait."

I growled as I looked up at him again. "What?" I asked in a harsh tone.

"You never told me your name." His smile was less taunting this time, and more considerate. Dimples curved into the side of his cheeks.

"Yeah, I didn't." I said as I took one hand and put it to his wrist as I tried to break them apart. I thrust all my strength into pulling his grip away, but as I did so, he just took his other hand and grabbed my other wrist. I sighed as I looked up at him. "It's Rosalie, okay?" He nodded slowly as he moved his hands from my wrists to my palms.

"I hope I'll see you again, Rosalie." I managed to make out a 'yeah, whatever' under my breath when I broke our contact. My fingers slid over my eyes and I rubbed them as I realized I was still tired. Waking up to a sexy guy in tight clothes isn't a bad thing at all though.

The rest of the day we spent unpacking all of our stuff even though it seemed to take a lot longer than a day. When we stopped, we still weren't finished all the way. The moment that we stopped, my limbs were sore and I felt like I was going to pass out. I fell backwards on my bed and dialed my friend's number on my cell. It was two rings before she picked up.

"Hey Rose!" Vera says loudly from the other line.

"Hey. How are things back at home?" I ask with a tint of curiousity in my voice.

"Oh, they're good. You won't beleive the drama that went on at school. Annie was..." It was starting to seem as if she would never shut up, but I just kept on pretending like I was listening to her for I really had nothing else to do. I told her about IHOP and how the guy there was a totally jerk off, but I didn't leave out his dazziling features. We were talking for a few hours before I realized what time it was.

Quickly, I said goodbye to her. I shut the phone and dropped down on my bed, thinking only of Emmett. My thoughts trailed to wishing that I could see him agian, and actually wanting to be able to. I didn't know what had drawn me to him, but the fact is that I am drawn to him. Little did I know, he would become a bigger part of my life than anyone else.

P.S. Everyone is human by the way.