December 1st

She hasn't waken up yet. This is the third day. It isn't fair. She needs to wake up, she needs to live.

December 3rd

Rose wakes up for the first time since the accident. She is caught up on everything, now she knows. She knows that I'm going to kill that bastard.

December 6th

Carlisle has let Rose out of bed. He says her energy has restored itself and now she is often exploring the house. She hasn't said much to me lately. I wonder if she thinks I'm a monster.

December 12th

I've got a lead. I know where he is.

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I close my journal and look out the window. Jasper suggested writing one. He said it would help with the stress of the recent events. However, I don't like doing this, it hurts my pride. Stupid masculinity, why can't I be a pansy like Edward? Why do I have to be so tough?

"Emmett?" a voice asks. I look up and see Rose in the doorway. I knew it was her, I can distinguish her voice. I nod for her to come in and she does. She looks around the room and I think she is uncomfortable. This was the room she first woke up in, my room. However, she has since moved into a different room.

"Hi Rose," I say. I stand and hug her. But I do it gently. I don't want to hurt her arm. I sit down and she sits on my lap. It surprises me because I thought she was avoiding me.

"You're so stupid, Em," she mumbles into my shoulder. I sit there holding her. I don't want to let her go. If she tries to get up I don't think I'll let her.

"You're not even going to argue?" she asks. She pulls away and looks me in the eye.

"Why bother? It's probably true any way," I say. She smacks me upside the head.

"That's why you're stupid. You're not acting like yourself," she says. Instead of being curled in my lap she straddles me and takes my face in her hands. She kisses me, hard… but I pull away. She glares at me.

"See? You're not acting like yourself," she insists.

"Yes I am," I say. She's not making any sense, I am so acting like myself; she's the one being distant. She grabs my journal of the foot stool.

"Really? My Emmett wouldn't have a journal. My Emmett wouldn't say 'it's probably true' when someone calls him stupid. My Emmett wouldn't say 'why bother?' if someone asked if him if he was going to argue and defend himself. My Emmett wouldn't be acting distant. My Emmett wouldn't pull away after I kiss him. My Emmett wouldn't be completely obsessed with killing Royce by a certain date!" she stops lecturing me and takes a deep breath. She gets off my lap and sits down forcefully on the bed.

"First of all, I'm writing this journal because Jasper thinks it'll help my stress, it's only temporary," I say. She looks away from me and out the window. I sigh in frustration.

"Rose, it's probably true when you say I'm stupid because you're always right. I said why bother because you always win an argument," I stop talking and see if she's looked at me but she hasn't. She's being stubborn.

"I'm obsessed with killing Royce because if I'm not than he'll kill you. I pulled away when you kissed me because I don't want to hurt your arm any more than it already is hurting. And you've been acting distant as well," I finish talking and she is looking at me now. No, she's not, she's glaring. She stands and I stand as well, if I stay sitting I'll lose this argument.

"I have not been distant!" she yells.

"You have!" I yell back.

"How would you know? You've been too obsessed with hunting down Royce to even notice me!"

"How do you know that I don't notice you? Every morning I look across the breakfast table and thank God you're alive. Every night I go to sleep and thank God that I have you for a fiancée. And every day I watch you and thank myself that I didn't kill you!"

"Well maybe you should have killed me!"

"What's you logic in that!?"

"Because then you could get on with you life and not obsess about killing Royce!"

"If I killed you I would have killed myself!"

"That's so stupid!"

"Oh but according to you I'm stupid anyways!"

"Yes you are!" she yells

"Why? What did I do now!?" I ask her. Well… I yell it, but we've both been yelling this whole time so it's become normal.

"Because you haven't stopped me from yelling at you yet!"

"Well how do you propose I do that, oh brilliant one?"

"Kiss me, stupid," she says and I do feel stupid. I could have done that before and saved all this breath. We could have skipped this whole argument.

I cross the distance between us in one step and press my mouth against her own. We both kiss for a long time. However I hear a noise and rotate so that I'm facing the door. I pull away from Rose and still holding her tight I smile. She looks up at me, she's mad.

"Why are you mad now?" I ask.

"Because you stopped!" she insists. I laugh.

"Well, Rose I thought I'd ask you if you shut the door before you came in here," I say. She gasps and looks behind herself and at the door. There are Alice and Bella, grinning and trying to stifle their laughs. Behind them is Edward, it looks like he's trying not to laugh, but since he's holding back Jasper he's trying to stay serious.

Rose walks over slams the door in their faces and locks it.

"Damn! That was rude!" yells Alice.

"Edward, are there any keys to that door? I'm gonna kill him," Jasper growls. I laugh.

"Don't laugh! You think you're the only one who knows how to kill a person, well I've got news for you; I have a black belt!" Jasper yells.

"I do too!" I yell back.

"Does he?" Jasper mutters.

"Yep," Bella says laughing.

"Shit," Jasper mutters and I hear them all walk away. I turn and look at Rose; she's glaring at the door.

"If he gave you permission to marry me what did he think we were going to do? Play checkers by night and then memorize the bible by day?" she fumes.

"We could play twister," I say and I wiggle my eyebrows. She laughs and jumps me. I know she was trying to tackle me for making fun of her, but she doesn't expect I'll catch her and hold her.

"What are you doing, stupid?" she asks.

"Hey… I resemble that," I say. She laughs and I'm surprised she got the joke.

"Guess what?" she asks. She's being seductive… I just want to toss her on the bed and… but I can't, we'll probably be interrupted again.

"What?" I ask. And she does something that shocks me. She jumps down from straddling my waist and sits on the bed. She turns on the TV. and says, "There's a Three Stooges Marathon on!"

I shake my head in amazement and laugh. I sit next to her and for three whole hours we watch The Stooges together. Who knew? Before all this happened I never would have thought singer, actress… blonde (stereo type, I know) Rosalie Hale would be watching the Three Stooges in my bed with me.

Any one know the Three Stooges reference? My dad loves the Stooges; I think I've pretty much grown up watching them. Lol. Any who, I hope that was a suitable chapter. I thought they needed a little bit of calm and peace. So please review and by the way, I apologize for how long it has taken me to update. I've just been busy, but I'm going to be on April Vacation next week so I'll be writing more, I pinky promise. =)