I watched outside the window as my brothers and father were packing up the rest of Emmett's things, he wasn't bringing much, since he was returning every weekend.

It still won't be the same, but when is anything.

I still have to call that Jasper dude, I thought. I'm going to wait until after the tears.

I walk down the stairs. One at a time; prolonging the time…my mom was outside now, tear-streaks running down her cheeks much like mine. My dad and brothers staring at us with sympathy in their eyes; Emmett came and hugged my mother then me.

"Please don't leave me." I murmured.

"Don't worry, I'll be back." He said.

He said goodbye to our brother and father and left.

Just like that.

He's gone.

Now I'm probably sounding a-lot like Rose right now.

Wait, Rose.

She wasn't here.

Oh, yeah. They had their goodbyes this morning.

I need to think, so I find myself on the roof.

Crying, of course, then I hear the door shut, and a hand on my shoulder. I look behind my shoulder to see Edward.

"Why aren't you with Bella?" I ask, slightly irritated.

"Because I have a sister that needs me." he answered.

I sat in silence.

"Look, I know we weren't the closest of siblings, but we still are. I understand what it's like to have Emmett move; it's like losing your best-friend. I'm here to talk if you need me." he patted my arm and walked down the stairs.

I was all alone again.

I sat on the bench overlooking the ocean. It was 2 p.m., so the beach was packed.

Kites in the air, castles in the sand, and floats in the water, all trademarks of summer, a scene form a "Wish You Were Here" postcard.

I laid down, and cried. I knew that it was selfish, it wasn't like he was dead. It was that he wasn't here.

When I opened my eyes again the sun was on the horizon. Not just setting yet, but close.

My face felt strange lines where the slat- air and the salt from my tears had dried on my face.

I have to call that guy… I thought.

I got up from my seat and walked down stairs to the second level.

I walked past Edward's room quietly. He probably was with Bella, and past the empty room that was Emmett's, down to the front of the hall where my room was.

I walked to my bed stand, picked up my cell, and dialed the number on his audition sheet.

"Hello" a southern voice answered. I knew it was him immediately.

"You got the part;" I responded dryly, knowing he knew exactly what I meant "practice is at noon; be there."

And I hung up.

Sorry about the long wait, I have had an extreme case of writer's block. I decided to take a break from writing for a while, but now I'm back!

I hoped you enjoyed!