Disclaimer: We do not own Twilight or the lovely characters from Twilight nor are we Stephenie Meyer. However we do own the rights to Miss Leilah Anne. Oh and the cute little baby boy that is soon-to-be product of Alice and Jasper. Also, the product of Rosalie and Emmett's love making, which Emmett doesn't know he owns yet. Oh and LONG days at work…where we become inspired and scribble on small pieces of paper.

So here's the next installment of Nine Months…yet again brought to you by the lovely and talented Katie M Cullen. All the credit goes to her. Hehe, yes...I'm not even sure how long this has taken me. A really long time, that's all I can say. I'm just a procrastinator.

Sadly, no guest of honor today. We had to ship Mr. Presley back to Graceland. *sniffles* it was fun while it last though. Wasn't it? It was! We should ask Maggie And Beast! Can't forget him! next time. "Great googly moogly!" Okay, I'll stop.

No rambling today…I think you guys are anxious to see what happens, am I right?

They are anxious…extremely so.

Last time on Nine Months In The Making *cues cheesy soap opera music*

"Alright. Well I'll come get you when it's time to go down the aisle." she said. "And the drop from the window to the ground is a good eight feet."

I laughed. "I actually thought about that."

"You'll be fine." she assured.

"Thank you."

I nodded and she walked out.

I sat back down at the vanity and looked at myself. I took a deep breath. I was in my wedding dress. I was getting married, and not just to anyone, but to my best friend. We could hold a conversation, and we had this relationship that was so strong. It was magnetic. We couldn't be apart. Just this hour of being apart was killing me.

I dug through my jewelry and pulled out the familiar white satin box.

I took a deep breath as lifted the lid and placed it on the table next to me. The cover of the book lay beside the bracelet that I've only dreamed of wearing. I slowly clasped it around my wrist as I shook the antique pearls into their place.

It was the wedding journal. It had been passed down since the early 1900's. Every woman who had gotten married in my family had written how they met their husband. It also included pictures from the wedding, as well as various thoughts and pre-wedding jitters.

I smiled.

I've been waiting my entire life to write in this journal. Today's the day Rosalie, today's the day.

Staring at the blank page in front of me, I took black pen out of my bag and wrote "Rosalie & Emmett McCarty", at the top of the page. It was perfect, our names together, like it was destined for us to be together.

The memories of the day I first met Emmett flooded my mind.

My eyes flew open in a state of sheer panic. My clock glared the taunting numbers 8:45 at me.

Shit. Shit. Shit!

I couldn't get to sleep last night, my parents were up fighting, so even hearing myself think was difficult. They both babbled on how much they loved me and shit, and how it wasn't my fault that they fought.

Yet, they just left me here sleeping. Yep, that sounds like love to me!

I had to be at school by...now!

I flew out of my bed and scrambled an outfit together.

I had no time to lose. I decided on skipping breakfast and barely even brushed my teeth. I threw my hair into a messy pile at the back of my head before launching myself down the hallway.

I made it down about two steps, before I completely lost it. I ended up at the bottom of the step and I was twisted like a pretzel. My books whacked me in the face on the way down. I'm pretty sure that will leave a mark.

Wonderful.

This was turning into the worst day ever.

I untied myself and got up, stumbling out to my car. I got in and jammed the key into the ignition. A lovely thumping noise made itself know as I backed out of the driveway. After making it halfway down the street the thumping wasn't getting any quieter. I leapt out of my car and stared at the problem. A nail was sticking in my front right, deflated tire.

Per-fucking-fect.

Sometimes I'm very thankful for knowing so much about cars, considering I can change a flat in no time. It wasn't too bad, but I wasn't getting anywhere fast today.

I sped out to the main road and I was well on my way to Forks High School. I heard the all-too familiar siren of a police car.

Only me. Only. Me.

I pulled over to the shoulder of the road and

I slammed my head against my steering wheel over and over again.

I heard a knock on my window. My head snapped up. I saw Chief Swan glaring at me. I quickly rolled down my window.

"Miss Hale," he greeted me.


"Chief Swan." I murmured.

"Do you realize how fast you were going back there?"


"Yes...It's just I overslept. I'm supposed to be at school right now. I had a flat and today is officially the worst day ever—" I said, tears streaming down my cheeks. I quickly wiped them away.

"It's your lucky day, Rosalie." Charlie added. "I'm letting you go."


"Thank you so much, Chief Swan." I sniffed.

"No problem, Rosalie. Just consider this as a warning."

I nodded. "I will. I just need to get going."


"Alright, Rosalie, take care." he said, patting the side of my car. I winced. Not the car...he'll dent it.

"Thanks again, Chief Swan."

After finally pulling into the school parking lot, and grabbing the farthest space from the school, I rushed into the office.

"You're late." the secretary chided.

"I know." I told her.

It wasn't like I could argue it.

"Name?"


"Rosalie Hale." I told her.

She tore off the late slip and handed it to me.

"Don't make this a habit." she sneered.

I nodded and rushed off to my locker.

I quickly changed my books, and realized I had forgotten a few things for my classes at home.

Life just keeps getting better!

I scurried into English, but not before my eyes met the gaze of Mrs. Patch through the window of the door.

I turned the knob and let myself in.

"Rosalie, would you care to join us?" she asked. I knew her game, she seemed all sweet and whatever, being all tiny and stuff. But bad things come in small packages. Very bad things.

I walked across the front of the classroom, and sat down in my usual spot.

"Your test." she said as she waved it to me.

I jumped up and took the paper. I knew I did well on this test. I was studying for it as soon as it was mentioned. It was all good.

I flipped over the test and glanced at the red letter that held my fate.

I nearly passed out.

An F?

AN F?!?

Fuck my life.

My mouth dropped open.

Next to the letter F there was a little "see me" note with a smiley face! Who the fuck does a smiley face on a failed test?

An evil wench named Mrs. Patch, that's who.

I looked at the name written...it was indeed my test. My script clearly representing all my answers, that were mostly wrong.

I mean honestly? When the main character is described as tall, dark and handsome, and your answer choices are a) tall b) dark and c) handsome, you gotta wonder what the lady smokes while she's making those tests.

I slinked back into my seat, but not without a glance over from Alice.

"Rose, you okay?" she mouthed.

I nodded.

The last five minutes of class went by with me feeling worthless.

As soon as I got out I took a trip to my locker, Jessica Stanley bounced up to me. She never talks to me, so her even making eye contact with me was strange.

"Hey, Rosalie." she greeted.

"Hey, Jessica." I replied.

"I was wondering if you needed an English tutor." she said.

I slammed my locker door and she jumped.

"Why? Why would you think I need one?"

"I saw your test—"


"What?!" I cried. "That's none of your business, Jessica."

"Well, by the looks of that F you got...I'm pretty sure F doesn't stand for fabulous."

That was it. She already said too much. Before I knew what happened. I snapped. I lunged at her, and tackled her to the floor.

My fist acted like it was detached from my mind. It did what it wanted. She tried to fight back by slapping and pinching me.

No, way.

I felt my shoulders get pulled up.

"Rosalie, what is your problem?!?" Alice screeched. I noticed both her and Bella were trying to pry me off of that bitch.

I looked around me, half of the student body was gathered around our fight. They had seen it all. Jessica had a good puddle of blood on the floor, which I could only assume came from her nose.

Good.

Bella grabbed me by the shoulders and stared into my eyes. "Rosalie, you're hysterical. Get a hold of yourself!"

I didn't even realize that I was crying.

"She deserved it, Bella." I sniffed.

Alice was rubbing my back. "Rose, tell us all—"

"Rosalie Hale. In my office, now." Vice-principal, Miss Hunsberger demanded.

She walked away briskly, leaving me to my walk of shame.

Alice and Bella gave me a sympathetic "It's going to be okay" look before I rushed off to meet my first mark on my record.

I saw there was a chair open, next to a big, cute, muscular guy I really didn't know.

"Oh, you're the girl fight one?" the guy said.

I blew out a breath. "Today has just sucked..." I said as I spread my hands out and slid them down my thighs.

"You gave that Stanley girl a pretty good beating. Thanks."

I looked at him, clearly confused.

"She's so annoying, always talking crap about people. It's time someone set her straight." he chuckled.

"What's your name?" I asked him.

"Emmett McCarty." he said coolly.

"And why are you here?" I asked curiously.

"Well me and a few others...we broke into the tampon machine."

I laughed. "Why?"

"Well, we wanted to play a trick on this girl Jasper likes...which fell through the roof."


"Wait, Jasper Whitlock?!" I cried. I knew Alice had liked him for so long now, she's just 'playing it cool'.

"Yeah."

"Who does he like?" I asked.

"Your friend, I think...Alice Cullen?"

"Oh." I said and smiled. "She's one of my best friends, her and Bella Swan."

"The one who's always falling down, right?"


I grimaced. "Yep, that's the one."

Just then Alice and Bella came storming into the office giggling.

"Come on..." Alice said, waving her hand for me to follow them.

I stared at them in disbelief. I was not about to blow off the principal.

"It's only second period, we can make a shopping day out of it..." Alice whispered. "We can go to the outlets."


"Come on, Rose. No one will know we're gone. We're supposed to have that drug assembly today...I know you hate those." Bella chimed.

"Okay. Fine." I said. "I'll meet you outside."


I looked around before glancing over at Emmett.

"You are a badass." he joked.

"I know. I am." I laughed.

"I'll see ya around, Rose."

"It's Rosalie, but I'll let you get away with it." I said. quickly rolling my eyes. "This time at least…Nice meeting you." I flirted tossing my blonde hair over my shoulder.

"You too." he added.

I scurried out the door, feeling better than I had all day.

I looked down at the page in front of me, the words danced around the page in a dizzy whirl. I would remember that day for the rest of my life. It was the worst and best day of my life.

Worst, because the next day Miss Hunsberger ripped me a new one for never meeting her in her office, leading to a few days of detention (Bella and Alice included) and that F dropped my grade down in English.

But it was the best day of my life because from that day on life got better. Alice confronted Jasper about her feelings for him and they were immediately thrown into their fairy tale romance. Emmett became my saving grace from my parents, always stealing me away from them. Alice, Bella and I had officially introduced Edward to Emmett and Jasper, and they quickly fell into the groove of Sunday Night Football parties, clearing out the Whitlock/Cullen/McCarty fridges, and late-night video game marathons.

From that day forth it was the six of us. We were inseparable, unstoppable. They were my family and without them I wouldn't have been able to get through life.

I guess you have to go through hell to get to heaven.

After finishing my journal entry I decided to get my vows.

I rummaged through my purse, and they weren't in there. I moved on to my makeup bag, and my duffel bag, there was no sign of them anywhere.

Panic suddenly set in.

Shit.

I lost my vows. What the hell am I going to say?

I have a half hour.

I sat down and wrote what I remembered from my other vows. There were still some points I forgot, but I was sure to include them in a different way. After frantically reviewing my scrap of paper, I figured it was as good as it was going to get.

There was a knock at the door.

"Miss Hale, are you ready?" she asked.

*Aileen and Katie clear their throats*

"Because you had a bad day. You're taking one down. You sing a sad song just to turn it around. You say you don't know, you tell me don't lie. You work at a smile and you go for a ride. You had a bad day. The camera don't lie. You're coming back down and you really don't mind. You had a bad day…"

I thoroughly enjoyed that glimpse into Rosalie and Emmett's past. I mean it was THE day that their lives changed…THE day that six strangers (well to each other) became ONE unit…ONE family. I got the idea...hmm...well, the whole worst day ever is a compilation of the worst things that could EVER happen to someone. It was really a series of unfortunate events, until she met Emmett *sigh*. But yes, before you ask, the English teacher is based off a real person. (I believe every SBA girl has had their English struggle from Betty, including me) So I just had to do that. :P

I'm thinking maybe just a few more chapters of Rosalie and Emmett goodness…then we'll get back to the rainy streets of Washington and see what the rest of the gang has been up to. I still have that New Years chapter I've been talking about for so long too! Sigh...New Year's. (which is mainly my fault on the delay, sorry. I'm blaming midterms.) I hope you enjoyed it! :D

You know the drill...review, review, review!