Part one of three shot. Emmett and Rosalie. Emmett´s POV.

"Excuse you?"

"But, Emmett! I really wanted those shoes!" Rosalie whines like she always does as we walked out of the store. "But, Rosalie! You don't always get what you want, you´re not a princess. " I say back, imitating her whiney voice. "Don't be a jackass, Emmett. I know that I don't always get what I want." She says back.

"No, Rosalie. You obviously don't, because every single time you don't get whatever the hell you want you throw a hissy fit like a little child. " I shoot back at her. I just roll my eyes as Rosalie storms off in the other direction, this wasn't the first time she had done this and I was getting extremely tired of it. I knew that after a couple of minutes she would come back to me saying that she was sorry, but she wanted those shoes. She doesn't every think that she does anything wrong, apparently she is Miss. Perfect A.K.A the Queen Bitch.

Not to my surprise a couple minutes later, I see Rosalie walking back to me. "Emmett, I'm sorry I just REALLY want these shoes." She says shamelessly as she holds up the shows as if to remind me about them so I didn't forget what they looked like. Rosalie, do you honestly know how many fucking times you have said those words to me? Really, do you?" I ask her bluntly.

Rosalie stares at me with clear annoyance in her eyes, "I don't know…" She mutters with her head down. "Well, figure it out but I'M going home." I say to her as I begin to walk away. Before I have even taken two steps, I hear her shouting, "Wait! I am coming with you." I slow my pace a fraction for her like the gentlemanly guy I am.

We don't talk on the way to the car. "Rosalie, you're a bitch." I say matter-of-factly once we had hit the highway. "And Emmett, you are a jackass." She says back casually. "Hey, maybe I am a jackass but at least I'm not so conscious of myself that I have to look in a mirror every minute." I say mockingly.

As if to prove my point, she looks in the mirror and quickly fixes the one little strand of hair that was out of place. "I do not look in the mirror, every minute." She replies snidely. "Oh, I'm sorry your right. You look in the mirror every second." I say back. She shoots a glare at me, which I just calmly ignore and continue driving down the highway.

"Wait! Stop Emmett! There is a shoe sale at Dillard's right over there, come on let's stop!" She yells at me while she points hysterically at the store, she was practically jumping up and down in the car out of excitement. "Oh my lord, really Rosalie? Do you never stop?" I ask her. "Come on, please just pull over." She pleads with me.

"No, Rosalie. I will not stop because if we stop and you don't get something you want, you will just complain your ass off for the rest of the day." I say, "Come on, we are going home. I am tired of shopping with you and for you."

"But, I want to go shop!" She whines.

"No, Rosalie."

"Yes, Emmett."

"No, Rosalie!" I start to raise my voice at her.

"Yes, Emmett!" She screams at me.

"Okay, Rosalie. If you want to go shopping so fucking bad get out of the car, my car actually. Get out of this car and walk away but just so you know that when you walk away from me; we are over." I say to her.

"Whatever, Emmett. I know you don't mean that but I'm gonna go shopping anyway." She says as she opens the car door and begins to walk off.

"Okay, Rosalie. We are over." I say.

"Excuse you? We are not over. I didn't say we were over. So we are not over. You can´t and you don't just get to decide if we are over, I get to decide. Not you." Rosalie says.

"Fuck you Rosalie. I can do whatever I want." I say as I shoot my middle finger at her.

And with that, I speed down the highway to the house, I didn't know how she was going to get home that night but I honestly did not care.