(A/N: Alright, this update took so frickety frakken long because, I was in West Virginia for three weeks, starting on June twentieth. I was going to update this particular fan fiction as soon as I got home, but of course, my brothers decided to mess with my computer and unplug various things, such as my mouse and key board, all for the stupid play station three. Anyway, when I plugged them back in, I tried to put my MP3 charger in the front USB plug in but it wouldn't work. So dumb old me decided to try taking out the key board and plugging it into the front to make sure it worked. It turns out, a couple girls from my birthday party, that bought me the darn MP3 player, accidentally broke the plug ins in the front so pieces of each of the plug ins broke into my cords. Then when I tried to plug my key board back into the back USB plug ins, it wouldn't fit. In the end, I'm pretty sure that since both the plug ins in the front were fricked up, it short circuited my computer, thus pretty much breaking it. So now, I'm stuck using my brother's and dad's computers while they're not, which is not very often.

By the way! I love all the positive feed back on my first chapter. It made me feel all giddy and mushy inside. You all have made me pretty darn happy.
So without further awaiting, here is the second chapter of Sleepless Nights...)

Third Person Point of View.

Guitar Hero; Emmett Style

"Rose! I can't take it any longer! I must play Guitar Hero! I haven't perfected all of the songs on expert yet and I am so close!" Emmett said as he thrashed around on the - what used to be perfectly neat - king sized bed.

"For Christ's sake, Emmett! We've only been up here for thirteen minutes and you already want to play your precious Guitar Hero?!" Rosalie shouted as she threw her magazine at her childish husband, earning yet another complaint from him. Since the time that she had gotten up the stairs, Rosalie had been sitting calmly on her vanity bench, flipping through the latest issue of People Magazine, trying her best to ignore Emmett's complaints.

"I can't help it! I'm just so... bored!" The grizzly bear like man said as he began to pace back and forth impatiently, trying his best to will time to move faster.

"Emmett if you don't stop that pacing, so help me, I am going to-!" The blonde vampire shouted before getting rudely cut off.

"Wait! I have an idea!" Emmett said as he dashed out of the room, down the stairs, and into the garage.

Not more than two minutes later, Emmett had a real guitar in hand and the guitar hero's playing guitar in the other. Whatever his plan was, it was sure to piss Rosalie off to no end; then again, if it would get him to just shut up for a little while, Rosalie would be much less angry.

"Rosalie! Go put on your red leather halter top and black leather pants! Make sure to wear those really sexy black boots too! This is sure to make time pass by quicker!" Emmett said, throwing both guitars on the bed.

"What the hell?! Why do I need to dress up, it's-!" Rosalie was once again cut off by Emmett.

"Don't ask questions! Just go! Oh yeah, do your make up and hair like you would if you were going to a rock concert! GO!!" Emmett shouted as Rosalie stomped off into their walk in closet mostly full of her clothes.

"Excellent..." Emmett muttered as he began flipping through his CD case looking for the perfect CD to play. "Aha! Found it!" Emmett sang out. In the background, Rosalie's cursing was heard almost completely clearly.

As he waited for Rosalie to finish getting ready, Emmett left the room with a bundle of clothes and face paint, and left into their relatively unused bathroom.

When Rosalie emerged from the closet, looking completely breath taking, as usual, she raised an eyebrow, suspicious as to where in the world her idiot of a husband could be.

"Shit!" Rosalie heard come from the bathroom. Slowly, she strode over to the bathroom door and swung it open to find her husband in ripped, denim short shorts, a ripped t-shirt of Kiss, and what looked like dirty army boots. On his head, Rosalie almost screamed when she saw a long blue wig on his head, and a bandanna tied around his skull. He even took one of her clip on ear rings and put it onto one of his ears! Currently, the man was in the process of painting half of his face white while the other half was already painted black. Needless to say, he looked, for lack of a better word, gay. Stupid. Ridiculous! Any of the above would work just fine to describe him.

"What the hell happened to you Emmett! I think this whole ban from electricity has made you loopy!" Rosalie shouted at the shocked Emmett.

"Well! It kind of just goes with the whole theme. Now come on, we've got a game to play!" Emmett said, throwing a fist into the air.

"Oh, what might that game be? The 'Piss Your Wife Off and Get Killed Game'?" Rosalie said as she followed behind with a noticeable grimace on her face.

"No! It's Guitar Hero... Emmett Cullen Style..." Emmett said as he disguised his voice to sound much deeper than it already was and put his fist under his chin.

"What, are you-?!"

"Shh! Just pick up that real Guitar over there, shout colors of buttons out to me, and dance around!" Emmett demanded as he got his guitar ready.

"The things I do for my utterly stupid husband..." Rosalie commented before picking up the guitar and standing by the door.

"Alright! Let the games begin! First song!" Emmett yelled as he flipped his stereo on and the song Carry On My Wayward Son by Kansas began to play.

"Now hurry! Shout the buttons and start dancing, Rose!" Emmett commanded her as she did as told, not in the mood to argue with him over this.

"Carry on my wayward son.

There'll be peace when you are done.

Lay your weary head to rest.

Don't you cry no more!"

"Red, red, red, green, green, green, green, orange, orange!" Rosalie shouted randomly, trying her best to shout them with the melody of the song. It was hard trying to dance around and shout colors out to him at the same time.

As their game continued, Emmett began to mess up and began shouting random curse words out.

"Flying shit monkeys! No!! No! Shit!" Emmett shouted angrily before the song ended.

"Now. What's my score, Rose?!" Emmett yelled a little enthusiastically.

"What? I was supposed to keep score?" Rosalie asked, completely bewildered.

"Of course, Guitar Hero is supposed to show you how much you got right!" Emmett whined.

"Okay, okay! Sheesh! You made an eighty three percent! Happy?!" Rosalie shouted, hoping to please him.

"What?! No! Shit! I had to have gotten a better score than that! This game is rigged!!" Emmett said, throwing down his plastic guitar that broke into tiny pieces upon impact, turning around, and pouting.

Rosalie hissed angrily and strode up to Emmett's back, and roughly turned him around, planting a wet kiss to his lips. If this stupid game wasn't going to please him, something else surely would.

And as their kiss continued, Emmett forgot all about the electricity and the stupid game he had made up, only focusing on his new distraction; Rosalie...

(A/N: Well, there it was. My second chapter of Sleepless Nights.
I think it was pretty weird. I've had that idea in my head for a couple of days and have been dying to get it out!
By the way, I want to give a random shout out to one of my buddies, Haleigh! I'm glad you reviewed the first chapter and I'll be sure to get cracking on the review towards your fan fiction. Love you! :

Over the time I'm asleep and when I wake up, if I get a few reviews that make me super happy, I might just post another chapter in the morning. So you know what to do, but if you don't then I'll tell you. Click on the lavender box and review this thing!

Ta-ta for now!-Pixie or Asia.)