This chapter is short because I didn't get a lot of reviews. So review if you want longer chapters! I'll update as fast as I can, but I write when I get an idea, not by how many reviews I get, I'll write longer if you want longer, but you gotta show me some love y'all!

Ok, here it is!

Song- the Eagles-Lions football game on TV (go birds!)

Chapter 6- Bella Gets Nice

Emmett's POV

After Edward, Alice, and Jasper mocked me and my poem, I had locked myself in the bathroom, not that a lock would stop any of them, and tried to slit my wrists. I had broken 20 razors in my attempts to cut my rock hard skin. Each failed attempt made me more determined to bleed.

As I was about to break my 21st razor, Bella and Edward walked through the door.

"Buzz off Edward," I said.

"I'm leaving, I was just opening the door for Bella. She of course can see you, right?" he said.

"Yeah, whatever," I mumbled.

"You've defiantly got the emo attitude down!" she exclaimed.

"Yeah, all thanks to your boyfriend and Alice."

"Aw! What did they do?"

"They made fun of my poem."

"Can you tell me the poem?" she said sympathetically.

"Will you make fun of it?" I asked.

"Of course not!" she was offended.

"Ok… it was House. Mouse. Dragon. Wagon. Horse. Of course. Stars Cars." I repeated.

"That is defiantly one of the most daring poems I've ever heard," Bella said after a minute.

"Really?" I asked.

"Yeah! Not many people would have the guts to write something that would not be liked by many people. You have a gift Emmett," she told me.

"Aw shucks, Bella! That's so sweet!"

"Yeah, I know. Hey, what are you doing in here anyway?"

"I was trying to slit my wrists."

She stared at me. "You know that's impossible. You don't even have blood."

"So?"

"Here," she said, handing me a red marker. "Just draw lines on your wrist and pretend you did it."

"No, I'm gonna do it!" I said and tossed the marker away.

She sighed. "Whatever. It's your life, and your razors." Then she walked out of the room. "Call me when you give up."

I turned back to my arm, mumbling about stupid humans and vampires.

Ok, review if you like, or don't like. Tell me what you don't like about it. And if I'm offending you, don't tell me. I know this isn't what all emos do, but it's just a funny story. I don't really know what it's like to be emo, but do you think Emmett does? No! How would he? So don't tell me what I have wrong about emos, this is my story. Deal with it.