A/N: After this chapter, I'm fairly certain I'll be switching to multiple POVS. Tell me what you think. && thanks so much for the reviews. I asked for three & got seven, so I'm posting this as quickly as possible for you guys, it means a lot to me.

She didn't call Emmett. She finished her lunch and went back to the laundry. She did some history homework, boring as that was, and chuckled at the thought of learning history through books, when she had decades old vampires down the road to tell her themselves. It was impossible.

She was sitting on her bed, wondering which of the Cullen men would find Cleopatra a worthwhile person to spend time with when the phone rang. She knew it was Emmett. She had a feeling Edward wouldn't be around for a while. She picked up the phone. "Hello?"

"Hey, Minnie. You feelin' better?" His voice was gruff and tired, but she didn't notice, she launched straight into her tirade.

"I was. Oh, I was doing loads better, until Edward came home two days early to ask me if I'd had fun sleeping with his brother." She snapped out. He sighed heavily, and she heard it then. She felt bad immediately. He'd been dealing with Rosalie all day. The last thing he needed was someone else yelling at him. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you like that." She whispered.

"Its fine." He replied, "I deserved it. I've deserved everything I've gotten today. I fucked up." He sounded so sad. She'd never heard him sound that sad. She wanted her happy go lucky Emmett back, and soon.

"So, name something that you wanted today, but didn't deserve?" She asked him. A long silence was her response. Then he chuckled. "I'm outside your house right now. I brought a movie. I don't deserve to be let in, and if you don't I'll understand. But I'd really like to just sit with you for a while." She was already on her way down the stairs by the time he'd finished the thought. She opened the door for him with a huge smile on her face, and as soon as she saw him she hung up the phone.

His smile was blinding, and in the time it took her to regain her sight, he'd come into the house, closed the door behind it, picked her up, swung her around a little, and set her back down. She couldn't help but laugh. "Emmett," she smiled, looking up at him. "Bella," he responded, trying to be more subdued, taking a step away from her. She grabbed his hand and led him into the living room, where she plopped down on the couch, and him on the floor beside her. "What'd you get?" She asked, excitedly, trying to lean closer to where he was without falling. Her smile was infectious, because he was smiling too as he held up the DVD. "The Matrix. The first one was the best. I was gonna get one of those girly romantic comedies, but I couldn't even sleep through it and so I was hoping you wouldn't mind if..." But she was up already, she snatched the DVD out of his hands and put it into the player. She spun around and looked him, trying to be stern, "Don't move," she commanded, and he nodded his assent.

She ran upstairs, grabbed her winter blanket from under her bed, and then ran back down. She wrapped it around her snugly and then went to sit between Emmett's legs on the floor. He looked down at her for a moment, wondering what had come over her, but he didn't want to ask. She was an angel for giving him this. He didn't deserve it at all, but as long as she was offering...

He wrapped his arms around her and breathed in the scent of her hair. His world shifted, and everything felt right as the opening credits started to play.

Meanwhile, back at the Cullen house

Rosalie was in a panic as soon as she stepped out of the shower and realized Emmett wasn't there. Edward rushed downstairs to explain before her worries could alert Jasper. He didn't need to know. Nobody needed to know the extent of Edward and Rosalie's rejection, though he was sure Alice already did, she hadn't said anything. But no one else needed to know. Except Rosalie. Rosalie deserved to have a clue what was going on.

He let himself into the room Rosalie and Emmett shared quietly, to find her sitting on the bed, looking around frantically, as though at any moment he'd pop out of the closet. "He's not here," she whispered, still not looking at him. He nodded, "he's coming back." She looked at him that, eyes sharp, "He's not coming back, Edward. If he was coming back, he would've told me he was leaving, he wouldn't have tried to sneak away while I was in the shower. He's left me. He's not. Coming. Back." She bit the words off, trying to make them make sense to herself, but they didn't, couldn't. She shook her head, resigned. "He didn't tell you where he was going," Edward sat on the bed beside her. "Because he knew it would upset you, he knew you'd fight, and he didn't want that, so he just left." He told her. Her eyes were slightly out of focus when they met his again. "But you know where he is." She whispered, but he looked away. Should he tell her? Now that he was looking at her, he wasn't sure. Her voice was steady, but her eyes were wild. Her thoughts were coherent, but she didn't seem to hold any ill will against Emmett, and that wasn't like Rosalie at all.

"Its not going to get any worse when you tell me." She snapped at him. "I'm not going to get any crazier." She smiled, but there was a cruel edge to it. "I already know, anyway." She shrugged, rising off the bed, "I just need to hear it. From you. It means something more if I hear it from you." She looked at him, and he shrugged.

"He's with Bella." He said, quietly, and to his complete and utter surprise, she laughed. The laugh was full and came from her belly, her head tilted back, hair like pale cold spilling out over her shoulders. "Bella!" She cried, "Bella, Bella, Bella, Bella," She said. She was pacing now, her fingers touching the comforter on the bed was she walked around it over and over. "Your stupid bitch Bella, ruins everything, all the time." She said. And he was starting to hear the insanity tinging her thoughts, but he paid no mind as he lunged at her. "I'll not have you talking about Bella that way!" He growled. She laughed harder, even as he had her pinned against the bed, she laughed. "You'll not have me talking about Bella?!" She cried, "She's with him, Edward! They're together right now, and still, you defend her? Don't be stupid! You've been left just as much as I have, dear. Your Bella's moved on." She said, running her hand down his cheek. He flinched. "I don't believe that." She was still smiling at him. "Believe it or not love, time will tell. You'll see it soon. Don't be so pathetic Edward, don't let her control what you do even now, even when she's doing God knows what with your brother Edward. Be a man! Please God, finally be a man." She shrieked. He moved away from her. Too close, he thought, much too close. And he began to pace around the room as she had. She sat up, cocked her head to the side a bit, and looked at him as though she was seeing him for the first time.

"Look at us, Edward. What a pathetic pair we make. Both so perfect. We're perfect really. Its never made much sense for us to be with anyone but each other. There's never been a question as to why people loved us, only as to why we loved others. We're flawless. And look at us now. You've been dumped, by a human, of all things! And my Emmett, my stupid, silly, Emmett, has ran off and fallen in love with your human! Its a nightmare! But where does it leave you and me?" She slowly moved towards him, and he realized now that she was wearing only a robe. Though he knew she wasn't in her right mind, he couldn't escape how much more beautiful she was right now, when she was broken. Her hair was less perfect when it was wet, still white gold, but it didn't curl like it should in some places, strands stood out haphazardly. Her eyes, still topaz and shining, reflected the fracture in her mind, they pierced him and tended to his wounds in the same instant. Her whole face seemed changed, transformed with this madness that consumed her, consumed him with her, as he couldn't escape it.

When her arms came around him, he meant to push her away, but he was caught up in the puzzle that was her eyes, the maze that was her thoughts. What did she want? What did she need? What did he want? Where was it going, the perfect life they'd built, where was it going. Could it be that Rosalie was the only one who had it right? That Bella was leaving him? That Emmett had betrayed him? Could that be? Rosalie cocked her head again.

"Listen. Listen to how quiet the house is. There's no one here, Edward. Alice must've seen it. She must've told them all to stay away. This was meant to happen, Edward," She was pulling him onto the bed now, and he was following, questions flying around in his mind, but he followed. "I was made for you, Edward. Carlisle turned me for you. You're the reason I didn't die that night, beaten and bruised and alone. You're what I was meant for." She whispered to him. His mind cleared to ask, "What was Emmett made for?" She giggled again, "Emmett was made to keep me company, until you were ready." She told him, and somehow that made all the sense in the world. He felt his mouth getting closer to hers, and wondered when that'd started happening, but he didn't pull away. "And now?" he asked, when they're lips were a hairs breadth away, "Now Emmett has made a decision that wraps everything up rather nicely, wouldn't you say so?" Her eyes sparkled, her breath was intoxicating, and though he wasn't at all sure, he found himself saying, "Yes, it does make a lot of sense," before his mouth came down over hers.

A/N: woah! I didn't even see that coming. Rose went crazy on me! I think I like it though. It fits. The next chapter will definitely be POVS, starting with Bella. This story will maintain its T rating, there will be no lemons. Reviews make me write faster, so keep em comin'. =]