Ok so here's the next chapter. Now I'm gonna warn you that there might be a little more time in between chapters. (not like a week or anything just not everyday). I'm sorry but we're getting back to real school and that means real homework again and the play that I'm student directing is getting into more/longer practices. So as much as it pains me it's probably going to be a little bit longer from now on. So I've babbled enough about my overly busy and inconsequential life so here is your chapter. I DON'T OWN TWILIGHT!!!!

Rpov

I slammed the door to my room closed. Freaks. I was living in a house of freaks. I threw myself on the bed and just lay there. I seriously despised my life at the moment ,it just plain wasn't fair. Nothing was fair at all.

I tried to think of something to do. Anything that would clear my mind. I sat up and looked around the room for something. That's when I saw my old ball bag from softball. Softball had been my sport growing up. I was a pitcher for a travel ball team and had the best batting average in the league's history.

In high school though I had stopped because I realized that it wasn't my "Place" to play softball. I was supposed to be the stuck up, perfect, blonde cheerleader who screamed when you threw a ball within 5 feet of them. But I was so sick of that right now. I was sick of pretending. I sat on the bed for a good hour contemplating whether or not to go to the batting cages.

Pros-

I would get to take my anger out.

I really needed to hit something nonhuman.

My body was craving to have that bat back in my hand again.

I would be alone tonight otherwise.

Cons-

We have had a close call on cover blowing today as it was.

I wasn't "supposed" to play softball.

Someone might recognize me.

Verdict- Screw this I'm going and I'll wear a hat or something so no one recognizes me.

I went into the bathroom and tied my hair up in a sloppy bun. Then grabbed my old team baseball hat and put it over my bun. I looked in the mirror and I was hardly recognizable. I pulled on a baggy sweatshirt and then I considered wiping my makeup off too. But decided against it ; no one would look at my face after they saw my hair and complete lack of curves..

I grabbed my bag and hurried down stairs. I got lucky and didn't run into anyone. I put it in my M3 and drove to the Forks batting cages. It was one of the few things Forks actually had. I parked my car and grabbed my wallet and ball bag. I got some quarters out and loaded it into the slot.

I pulled on my pink helmet, laughing to myself , thinking back to the day I bought it.

"Dad no on is gonna laugh at me! I'm sure they'll all have pink helmets too!" I said to my father, feeling frustrated by this time. We were in the softball aisle at the sporting goods store in Port Angeles and both of us were trying very hard not to make a scene.

"But Rosie this isn't just Little League this is travel ball! You need to get a more serious helmet, like blue or black!" my dad argued back. He was really into the whole sports scene. He had always wanted a son, but he got me instead-the exact opposite. But he was overly excited none the less when I made the travel ball team.

"Dad I really don't see how the color of my helmet matters that much" I said my voice shooting up in volume.

"Rosie please trust me on this one" he said squatting down in front of me and putting the black batting helmet over my blond curls( they were no longer curls since I now straightened them to death with a flat iron). I stuck out my lower lip and pulled it off my head. Fixing my hair as I did so.

That's when I pulled out the big guns. The "you don't love me do you daddy" guns. Needless to say I got my pink helmet.

I then decided against the helmet. It was a little small on me now. And there was no rule demanding that you wear one so I grabbed my bat and went inside then fence.(A/N yeah if you ever do go to a batting cage don't follow Rose's example and DO WEAR A HELMET) The first pitch was beautiful and I hit in dead on.

I relished in the almost painful vibration that rocketed through my hands. I hit the balls one after another and soon before I knew how or why, there were tears running down my face. With each hit I felt the anger coursing through me.

It terrified me it, really did. I hated being so angry and feeling that I had no control over myself. I brushed the tears away as Tom Hanks' words cam back to me "There's no crying in baseball!". I slammed another ball into the opposite fence.

"Nice shot man" I heard someone boom outside of my cage. The voice of Emmet McCarty. He thought I was a guy! I couldn't believe it. I realized he would probably be expecting an answer. I couldn't answer though -my voice was most definitively not that of a man. I struggled to make it deeper.

"Thanks" I said in my new fake deep voice. I don't think I did it very well though cause I could feel his eyes boring into my back. I turned to him being sure to keep my head down so he couldn't see my face. "Can I help you?" I asked irritated that he wasn't leaving me alone.

"No I was just- woah look out" then a baseball collided with the back of my head I fell unto the concrete clutching at my head. "Hey you alright?" I heard Emmett ask as I heard him rattling the door open and stopping the machine. He kneeled next to me and pulled off the hat. I guess he looking for blood.

He stopped abruptly though when he saw the bun there. He put his hand under my chin and forced me to look at him.

"Rosalie?" he asked. I ignored him I was worried about the blood too. I undid the bun letting my hair fall over my back.

"Check for blood" I ordered simply turning my head downward so he could see my scalp. He ran his fingers several times somewhat clumsily over my hair line and then put his fingers in my hair to feel for blood beneath the hair.

"I think your good your gonna have a lump about here though" he said running his fingers over a patch of very sensitive skin; I winced slightly as he touched it. "Sorry" he murmured. A few minutes of silence followed. "You ok?" he finally asked. I thought for a second then nodded. Which was a bad idea for it sent me into a wave of pain.

"So what are you doing down here?" Emmett asked after a moment.

"Hitting baseballs" I replied in my usual icy voice.

"No duh" he said seeming unaffected by my tone. "But I meant why?"

I sat there debating on whether or not to answer and if I did whether or not to do so truthfully. For some reason I answered truthfully. "I used to play" I said simply then added "I miss it". He nodded as though he understood, whether he did or not I don't know.

" So why don't you play for FHS's team?" he asked. Stupid Jock.

"Because Emmett I'm a cheerleader. I'm not a softball player. It's social law" I said slowly and as if I were talking to a toddler. He rolled his eyes.

"That really is all you think about isn't it?" he asked, looking me in the eyes.

"You don't get it" I said simply.

"Oh and why not?" he asked indignantly.

I shrugged "Maybe because you're a guy" I said. He didn't seem to like that answer very much.

"That is a load of BS Rosalie" he said looking straight into my eyes again. "I think you should try out"

"No" I said defiantly.

"Why?" he challenged.

"Two reasons one- I am really out of training"

"Not from what I saw" he argued "and I'd help, trust me our softball team really needs you"

"And two" I continued as though uninterrupted "I can't, that's not who people expect me to be anymore".

He looked at me for a long moment then said quietly.

"Who do you expect to be anymore?" I would have answered but I could think of nothing to say.

Bpov

It was Saturday at last. The day we had been anticipating and dreading all week. It was the day of our parents funeral. I searched my wardrobe for something black. All I could find was a really simple, black dress. I considered wearing white-like in Blue Bloods. Apparently white is the true color of death or something. But I didn't think now was the time to reenact events in vampire books.

I slipped on the dress and tied my hair back in that little mini-ponytail-over-the-rest-of-you-hair. It looked nice I decided, not that it really mattered. This was a funeral not a fashion show after all.

We all decided to keep it small. Family and close friends of our parents only. We lined all the coffins across the front of the church and stood next to our respective parents.

The receiving line came through. It was harder then I thought. The Blacks came through Billy was pushed by his son Jacob. Jake hugged me tightly. We had grown up together and had become friends over the years.

"You doing ok Bells?" he asked in my ear.

"I'm coping" I whispered back. He released me and stepped back. I looked over at Edward he was looking moody and brooding. I wondered why.

I squeezed the ring and my mother's necklace in my tiny dress pocket. I had my necklace on. I was still undecided on whether or not to give them up. The Blacks passed followed by a stream of others whom I knew mostly by face but not by name.

Then the service started. I sat in between Alice and Edward. I started crying again. Edward put a friendly reassuring arm around me and I clung to Alice's hand. She clung back until both of our knuckles were white.

The service was nothing compared to the burial though. We all walked (or in Billy's case wheeled) out to the uneven turf of the graveyard. All of our parents were getting double graves so they could be buried together as husband and wife. They were closing the coffins one by one. They got to my parents. I saw it in slow motion. I felt the jewelry as though it weighed 3 tons in my tiny pocket. I knew what I had to do. I had the words in my throat but they got stuck on the way up.

"W-wait" I chocked out. Everyone stared at me in amazement as I moved forward stumbling slightly over the uneven terrain. I stood between the two coffins and pulled the jewelry out. I slipped the ring with shaking fingers over my father's cold finger. And clasped the necklace around my mothers freezing neck. I kissed them both on their icy cheeks.

"Together forever". I walked back to the others. Edward caught me when I nearly fell again. I watched as they lowered all twelve closed coffins into the ground. I sobbed into Edward's shoulder, the tears that had been so unwilling to come before now poured over my face.

Really short I know. I'm sorry about that. But I hope you all liked the little R/Em action( I know some of you were waiting for that).Also the Tom Hanks quote is from the movie A League of their own great movie if you haven't already seen it. Also Blue Bloods is a really good book series about Vampires (Unfotunately they don't sparkle but they are still great books).So anyway please review and I'll get the next chapter up as soon as I can! Luv you all! -wild-lili