AN: I know. I know. I haven't updated this story in forever. It was a spontaneous story, so it comes really slowly. I hope this chapter is good enough to satisfy all of my great reviewers! Umm, Emmett is quite a bit out of Character. I'm a girl, so it's hard to write in the grieving prospective of a boy. I hope it's still ok!

*Disclaimer: All Cannon Characters are works of Stephenie Meyer's Imagination. Selene and Cornel are works of my imagination. No Copyright Infringement was intended.

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A friend is a person who knows what you are saying, even if you're not talking.

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Chapter Three: The Love of A Good Friend

(Emmett's POV)

The next morning, it took me awhile to figure out where I was. Gray sunlight was glowing from a huge window that covered the whole back wall. I had a pounding headache, and I am so not a morning person. I felt like total crap! And where the hell was I? I kept looking around the room, but nothing was coming to me. And every time I thought I might be remembering, I was hit with a burst of pain. Something bad had happened and I couldn't figure it out.

A soft tapping came from the door in front of me. Who the hell was that?

"What?" I snapped harshly.

I didn't even care that it came out meanly. Nothing made sense anyway. The door slowly creaked open, just enough for the figure of a girl to slip through, her back to me. The door softly snapped shut behind her and she slowly spun around, auburn hair whirling around her face, to face me.

Selene. With the appearance of her face, everything from the previous night crashed down on me. I was in one of the guest rooms at the Cullens' house. Rosalie had cheated on me with Connor Denali. My heart wrenched at that thought. How could she have done that? I thought she was happy with me. Then she goes behind my back and starts seeing Tanya's brother! I couldn't even meet Selene's eyes. I'd snapped at her, and she was probably only coming in to be nice.

"Are you okay Em?" Her voice was a little unsure on how to ask, like she knew it was a stupid question, but still a needed one.

Yup. Just checking on me. I slowly looked over at her, and she flashed me a weary smile. Walking swiftly, she planted herself on the foot of my bed. How many times had she been there when Rosalie and I had fought, or when I had had other girlfriends who hadn't worked out? I didn't think I could be civil to many people just yet, but I'd make an extreme effort to still be normal around Selene.

Still waiting for an answer, Sel cocked her head to the side, sympathy dancing in her eyes like water. I shrugged my answer and she just nodded in understanding. We sat in silence for a while as we listened to the sounds of padding feet down the hallway. Those had to be Alice's. They were way too quiet so be Edward's or Carlisle's, and Esme, based on how bright it was outside already, was downstairs by now.

No matter how many distraction I tried to busy myself with- like the color of the walls, how the sun seem to just make Selene's auburn hair glow to life, how soft the bed was- my thoughts always returned back to the image of Rosalie in Connor's arms. The most stomach-wrenching, heart-breaking scene in my whole life, and I couldn't escape it! My sight began to blur with tears, and, unable to stop them, the warm water overflowed and ran down my face. I felt so weak, crying there in front of one of my best friends. This had to be how it felt for girls when they're dumped by the guy they thought loved them. Weak as it made me feel, I couldn't rein it all in.

Selene scooted forward and put an arm around my shoulders. Making shushing sounds, as if soothing a baby, and she murmured, "Em, it's going to be okay. You have all of us. We're all here for you." After a second of hesitation, she added, "I'm here for you." Selene said it so lowly though, that it could have just been my imagination.

She sat there until my tear ducts ran dry, letting my rant quietly here and there, and continuing to murmur soothingly.

Finally when I could stand to leave the room, Selene gave me a light kiss on the cheek, and slipped out the door silently, but not before saying, "You'll see. Everything will work out."

Then she was gone.

Shakily, I got out of bed and shivered when my feet hit the cold hard wood. I was really unsteady walking across the room to the bathroom. I was still wearing my casual suit from the night before, I realized as I looked in the mirror. As much as I felt like hell, I looked it too. My brown hair was sticking up everywhere in tuffs. My eyes were red a swollen from all the tears and I swear I was much paler than usual also. My face was tear stained and there was a thin layer of salt forming on my cheeks in rows.

Washing my face and running my fingers through my mess of hair, I tried to make myself look somewhat organized. Once I was able to get my eyes to not look so red, I walked back into the bedroom. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door to leave. My path was blocked though, because I had opened the door to my sister standing there, her hand half raised to knock. She put her hand down slowly and looked up at me wearily.

"Are you-" Knowing where she was going with the question I cut her off by waving my hand in a nonchalant motion and shrugged. Bella just looked sadder after that, and kept going.

"I'm so sorry about this Emmett. If you need to talk, any one of us are willing to listen," my sister insisted as I walked on, and she followed briskly behind.

I was getting annoyed quickly with the sympathy in her voice. Without even thinking I lashed my words out at her.

"Quit it Bella! I'm fine! Leave it alone!"

I kept walking, not turning around to see that Bella probably had a very hurt expression on her face. I wouldn't know though, because I threw all of those last seconds out of my head immediately.

Going carefully down the stairs, I was hit with the overly loud noise of dishing clinking together. Why was everything so loud all of a sudden? It made my head pound even harder. Gritting my teeth, and ignoring the pain, I made my way into the kitchen. Alice was sitting on a high stool at the breakfast bar, watching Esme scoot around the kitchen, cooking. Edward was on a stool next to his sister, reading his new book. Selene and Carlisle were already at a game of chess at the dinning room table through an arch to the right.

Nobody noticed me come in, but when Esme turned around from what she was doing, she flashed me a huge, motherly smile.

"Emmett, darling, we didn't expect you up so early." Her voice was chirpy, hiding the sympathy I saw in her eyes. Glancing over at the clock, I saw that it was ten o'clock.

"S'not that early," I mumbled. Then, a little louder, I said, "Thanks for letting us stay the night Esme."

She just smiled and went back to her cooking. Sighing, I went and took a seat to watch Carlisle clobber Selene at chess. The game went on forever, but in the end, Carlisle had stomped all over Sel in points. She just laughed and challenged him again. With a grin, Carlisle nodded, and they reset the pieces.

It wasn't until halfway through their second game that I heard the tapping of shoes as Bella finally came into the kitchen. She shot a quick glance at me, and turned quickly from my gaze to go sit next to Edward.

"You know, Em, you should try and beat Carlisle at chess," Selene said, trying at normality. No matter how down I felt, I couldn't help laughing at that. He turned to face me with a smile, and said, "What?"

I shook my head.

"Why would I try to take him when you walk all over me?" I asked, letting a small smile spread across my lips. There was no denying her a smile. Her good moods were just too charismatic to resist smiling, if only a little, too.

Selene just shrugged and went back to taking one of Carlisle's pawns.

A few minutes later, Esme gathered everyone into the dining room to eat, making Carlisle and Selene postpone the end of their game. Selene faux punched her uncle's shoulder as they cleared the table and he locked her in a hold with one arm locked around her shoulders. They chuckled and then sat back down.

Breakfast, just like any meal made by Esme Cullen, was delicious. Everyone tried way too hard to continue the morning conversations like no tension was in the air, but it was there regardless.

Though I knew the food was the probably the best in Forks, and I had a few bites, I had lost my appetite when I had glanced around, spotting a picture on the wall of all of my friends, taken a few months ago. Alice was holding onto Jasper's neck as he held her on his back. Edward had both arms wrapped around Bella's wait, planting a kiss on her cheek, and her eyes sparkling with laughter. Selene sat cross-legged with a book in her lap, focus etched on her face. And, there, in the middle, was Rosalie and I. I had her dipped down, as if dancing, and we were kissing.

How I still had any tears, I didn't know, but I could feel the corners of my eyes pricking again. My last breath must have been ragged, because Selene looked over at me, and then at my object of focus. Quickly, she got up, and took the picture down. She looked like she wanted to cry too, but I didn't know why. I nodded my thanks, and then went back to picking at my food.

(Selene's POV)

Emmett let out a low, but ragged breath, as if he were about to cry again. I glanced over, and saw that his eyes were focused on a spot right above my head. I turned to see what he was looking at and immediately understood. It was a picture of al of us. I had been reading, and Esme had just gotten a new camera. Everyone was over that day, just like any other day, and Aunt Esme had everyone gather in around me. Being so engrossed in my book, I hadn't noticed until the flash went off. Em wasn't thinking about any of that though. All he saw, probably, was he and Rosalie in the middle.

Knowing it hurt him, but he just couldn't look away, I got up and took the picture off the wall turning it face down on the cabinet below. Everybody noticed, I knew, but they just ignored what I had done.

I looked back at Emmett as I retook my seat, and he nodded in thanks. Well, that was one thing I could do to help him. If it were just something as small as removing a picture while he was in the room, I'd do it.

After breakfast, Alice and I help Esme in the kitchen, while Carlisle and Edward saw Emmett and Bella out the door to go home. I really hoped he be okay. That was such a terrible thing for Rosalie to do! But it wasn't my battle so I would leave it alone.

Laughing, Alice flicked some water in my face, to get my attention. Esme had left to use the bathroom, so it was just my cousin and I. As soon as she had my attention, Alice's face grew grim and worried.

"What?" I whispered. It was obvious this was meant to stay between Alice and myself.

My cousin leaned quickly in as we continued to work with the dishes. Looking around to see if anyone was close enough o hear, she started in.

"Did you see Bella's face when she came into the kitchen this morning?" Her voice was almost as quiet as a quick whoosh of wind. I was able to follow her though.

I shook my head. I'd been preoccupied with getting beat by Carlisle at chess and trying to keep Emmett focused on other things other than Rosalie and the last night.

"No. Why?" I kept my voice just as low.

A wrinkle creased Alice's brow as she went on.

"Well, she looked like she was really upset and had possibly been crying."

I felt shock shoot across my face. Why would Bella have been crying? Upset, maybe, because Emmett was really upset, but that wouldn't make her cry.

My confusion was an answer to Alice. I hadn't noticed, so she continued on.

"I asked her about it, and she said that Emmett yelled at her this morning-" her voice was a little shaky, and I cut her off before she could finish.

"What?" I almost screeched, but it was still too quiet to travel through the house. "Why would he do that?"

Alice shrugged. "I don't know. Bella didn't want to talk about it. Do you think this situation is going to worse than we all thought?"

It was my turn to shrug this time.

After that motion, my shoulders slumped. Man, I hoped the old aggressive Emmett wasn't coming back. Em had always been a nice guy to me, but Edward told me that before I had moved to Forks, Emmett had gone through a year of extreme aggression. That had been the year his and Bella's mom had died. Sixth grade had been a bad year. He'd kept his grief together in front of Bella, but it all became pent up energy, and that turned into anger. I hoped, for Emmett's and everyone else's sake, that that Emmett wouldn't resurface.