Emmett and Rosalie returned from their travels whilst we were all out hunting. I left the others to enjoy the chase, having fed quickly. I do not like to be away from home any more and was eager to return to familiar surroundings.

Approaching the house I was met with the familiar sound of Emmett mimicking me as he read from my journal. I was too embarrassed to go inside and face their laughter head on, so I decided to wait it out in the woods nearby. He had started and stopped several times, searching for an entry that would elicit the giggles from Rosalie he does so love to hear.

After a few minutes of fumbling and sighing and several aborted attempts to make Rosalie laugh, I heard a loud thwack and a shattering sound, followed by a heavy, bouncing thud. As the silence continued I decided it was probably the best time to try and slip into the house and retreat to my bedroom.

Passing through the living room I discovered Emmett's bulky form sitting at my piano, but the mop he usually sticks down his shirt during these performances, , top fashioned in a parody of my unruly hair, was limp to the side and he was missing his head.

Rosalie was nowhere to be seen.

I looked around the room and saw his severed head face down amongst the sofa cushions, which muffled his confused voice saying "Babe?"

After I had returned Emmett's head to his shoulders he made a fairly poor display of mopping the floor near the piano. He said he 'must have done something to really make Rose angry this time' because she'd slapped him upside the head so hard his head had flown clean off his shoulders. I said he should probably go and say sorry, and Emmett slunk away, rubbing the back of his neck and grimacing as he went to face Rosalie's ire.

I scanned the area for my journal, but Rose had grabbed it as she left, and I could hear her rapidly reading it in her bedroom as Emmett gingerly approached.

At that point I thought it better to leave them to it and grabbed a book, before going out to the woods just far enough to give them privacy. When I came home later, I found my room had been set right and my missing journal returned.

I am so embarrassed for what they must now know about my thoughts these last months, but 'tis too late now to prevent.

A/N: Please leave a review! What will Rose make of his latest journal entries? I think she had to read his diary as she hates him so much, that only seeing something never meant to be read by others, would convince her that he wasn't just lying. I'm glad I could get a little comedy in there for you, thanks for sticking with it so long!

Just a reminder that Edward will come back eventually and this story will, once again, become filled with comedy, but for now he's still eating his humble pie. It'll all be worth it, I promise. Thanks for bearing with him.

I plan on uploading the chapters without comedy in batches so that those who are here for the laughs aren't too alienated by the tonal change and can whizz through them. I sincerely hope you will fall in love with him on the other side of all of this. The only way out is through.

Thanks to the creative, kind and funny wh1teow1 for being the best beta for this story please show some love and read Moirai, a reimagining of Twilight for the new decade!