i will be there;;[emmett]

[Esme Cullen]

Yfall.into.me;;YYY

and I need you to know you can fall into me
that my arms are wide open and will always be;;

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More than life itself, no one else, this endless promise. . . Esme snapped her attention to her phone ringing in her purse as the light turned red. She deflty unzipped the purse, pulled out her phone and flipped it open. A text message from Emmett flashed on the screen: "See ya there mother dearest! Esme laughed quietly, and quickly typed her reply before the light had even been red for more than a second. Alright then. She sighed for a moment, and snapped the phone shut and threw it on the passenger seat. The Mercedes responded with a heathly purr as she quickly depressed the accelerator the second the light switched to green. She took a quick right turn, and pulled into the parking lot of her meeting place with Emmett, a greasy fast-food restaraunt. Like most human food, Arby's food was, she decided, not worth the effort to chew, even for humans, who somehow found the greasy, repulsive food good. How, she didn't know, but humans will be humans.

She quickly got out of Carlisle's Mercedes -which she had once again borrowed from her loving husband-, picked up her purse and phone, and locked the doors before striding across the parking lot. She entered the fast-food place, thankfully empty of humans, though enough human scents remained to set Esme's throat to a dull aching burn that she easily ignored. She took a booth that faced the parking lot, waiting agitatedly for any sight of Emmett's Jeep to pull into the empty lot. After what couldn't've been more than 2 minutes, she absently began drumming the wooden tabletop with her fingers, glancing down when the wood creaked in protest; the tips of her fingers had left slight dents in the table. She sighed, and folded her hands together on her lap; she had been nervous a lot lately. With the addition of Jane, Edward was becoming more and more distant, and Emmett was beginning to look strained. She shook her head, imagining what it was like for her other son, Jasper, having constantly been exposed to everyone's dramatic mood swings. She glanced up as the familiar roar of Emmett's Jeep met her ears.

[erin]

Large aviators sat nonchalantly on the bridge of his nose. His eyes beneath the glasses were jet black. Emmett was going to go off hunting with Edward within the next few days. He had to wait for his brother’s schedule to allow such an outing before he could quench his thirst. It took a great deal of his strength to keep himself inside the jeep. He had been driving around all day, but it was doing him no good. All of his attempts to ease his mind had been unsuccessful. With Rosalie unable to cure him of his troubles, Esme was his next choice. It had been awhile since the two had a real heart to heart. Perhaps that was just what the doctor prescribed. What was Emmett going to do if Esme could not solve his problems? They were rather large ones. Jasper would be the only choice. His brother could calm him down right away. Emmett knew that was cheating, but as the days progressed he was getting desperate for a release.

A red light was not going to stop him from getting to Esme. Emmett’s heavy foot pounded the accelerator as his jeep drew near the stop light. A millisecond had passed since the light turned red, but he refused to let off one bit. Speeding, Emmett made a swift turn into the parking lot of Arby’s. A deep chuckle escaped his throat. That was fun. He then caught sight of his adoptive mother’s vehicle. She would have seen his bad behavior. She would have heard it too. If the screeching tires weren’t bad enough, the pounding bass from his car would have signaled his entrance. Emmett was not one to be subtle. After making a loop around the establishment, he picked a spot that was to his liking. His music was the last thing to go. Reaching over to the passenger seat, he grabbed his cell phone and slipped it into his pocket. Rosalie would be very upset if he missed a text.

Just as if nothing had happened, Emmett strolled toward the door of the Arby’s. He was trying to act human. All of the stress he had been through lately had brought out many of his animal instincts. Only a few days before, Emmett had pushed Rosalie away from him roughly. This physical assault resulted in a broken mirror. The details of that event were still a secret between him and his wife…at least Emmett hoped they were. Once inside, he lifted the sunglasses from his eyes and placed them atop his head. His right arms raised in a large, overproduced greeting. A smiled attempted to tug at the corners of his lips, but it remained unsuccessful. His emotions were getting the best of him. It was a sad day when Emmett’s own mouth refused a smile.

[Esme Cullen]

Yfall.into.me;;YYY

and I need you to know you can fall into me
that my arms are wide open and will always be;;

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Esme's keen ears easily picked out the thrumming of Emmett's Jeep; the rhythemic purr of the engine spiked dramatically as Emmett slammed down the accelerator, tires squealing as he peeled into the parking lot. She could hear and feel the bass pumping out of the open windows as Emmett circled the parking lot and parked, away from her Mercedes. He slid out of his Jeep and strode slowly across the parking lot, looking suspiciously innocent. Deducing that he must have run a red light almost instantly, Esme frowned slightly, but immediately erased it as she caught sight of Emmett's face. He was not happy; his usually beaming smile was missing, replaced instead with a sad frown. The look was so uncharacteristic that her eyes pricked for a moment; it was unfair for his youthful face to wear such a forlorn expression.

He walked in the door, removing his sunglasses and waving exaggeratedly in her direction. He didn't smile; the weak smile had died before it had even reaches his thirst-blackened eyes. It nearly broke her heart to see him to melacholy. Then again, almost nobody in her family looked too happy as of the late. Jane's presence was driving nearly everyone over the edge. And now her poor teddy-bear of a son was wearing such an un-Emmett-like expression that she frowned sadly, waving him over to the booth wherer she sat.

"Come here, honey," She said, her lilting musical voice filling the room, though she spoke barely above a whisper, turning her torso toward Emmett. Her usually smiling face was etched with lines of worry as she took in his stance. The depths of her golden eyes were colored with anxiety.

[erin]

Emmett was extremely focused on having his problem solved. He was also very aware of the fact that Esme was currently his last hope. Well, she was his last hope unless she failed to fix his problems and caused him to think up another person to ask for help. It was not easy for him to admit that he needed help on this one. For a person used to winning, this feeling of confused helplessness was a very awkward and unpleasant thing. The sooner all of this was over, the better. He wanted to be himself again,, but before that was possible, Rosalie would have to be back in good shape. Emmett feared that was not going to happen in the near future. This, of course, brings us back to the reason for their meeting in the first place.

Upon her beckoning, Emmett immediately took a few long strides toward the table of his adoptive mother. A swift, loud motion brought his large form into the chair opposite Esme. His behavior revealed that he was obviously thinking about something other than what was going on right before him. Emmett was not at all concerned with what the present meant to him. The future was on his mind. That was never good. He worked better as an in the moment type of guy. Nothing good ever came from Emmett being caught up in the mental wreckage of the future he was capable of creating for himself. A moment of silence served as enough of a greeting for Emmett. He was ready to get down to business.

”I don’t want Rosalie to know about this. I am worried.” He froze for a moment. The words he had just spoken seemed to need more of a continuation, but something caused him to loose his concentration. A second later he picked up once more. ”She is not doing well with all of this. How can I make things better for her? She is suffering Esme. I can’t take seeing her like this. Something horrible happened between us the other day. I feel like I am losing her. I should know how to make all the pain go away. It’s my job to make everything better…everything okay again. No matter how hard I try she just seems to get worse. I am broken.”

Emmett was practically pleading with Esme to fix all this for him. Each word was more desperate than the last. He was pouting in the most mature way he had ever pouted. He was a troubled man. All of those words seemed to just flow out of him like a waterfall. Those feelings had been bottled up all this time. They were aching to escape. Emmett figured that it would be better for them to come at verbally than physically. A part of him was sorry for having to push this all on Esme, but this part of him was easily ignored. His need to take care of Rosalie was much greater than any other concern he could possibly think of. He wanted his angel back. He wanted his life back. Right now, Esme was his only way of achieving that.

[jasperhale]

ooc//just being nosy.
Carlisle is going to have to walk everywhere from now on , if Esme keeps 'borrowing' his mercedes. XD

[Esme Cullen]

Yfall.into.me;;YYY

and I need you to know you can fall into me
that my arms are wide open and will always be;;

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"I don’t want Rosalie to know about this. I am worried. She is not doing well with all of this. How can I make things better for her? She is suffering Esme. I can’t take seeing her like this. Something horrible happened between us the other day. I feel like I am losing her. I should know how to make all the pain go away. It’s my job to make everything better…everything okay again. No matter how hard I try she just seems to get worse. I am broken," Emmett said in a mournful voice. Every word was a plea for help, for Esme to understand. And she did understand him completely; right now, everything was so stressful in the stately white house. Nobody had taken well to Jane's acceptance into the family, though she knew it was the right thing to do. Edward was taking it worst of all, having to listen to her malevolent thoughts day in and day out.

And all the wild, twisted emotions were probably driving Jasper crazy. And then there was Carlisle, who Edward blamed for the whole mess. Her poor husband. . . Everything was chaos now, and Esme could hardly blame Emmett and Rosalie for wanting to escape it all. She sighed, and hung her head in her hands for a moment, pondering Emmett's situation. She looked up again, running a pale hand through her thick, wavy hair, and closed her eyes in thought.

"Of course; you have my word that I won't tell Rosalie," She promised, smiling a wan smile at her burly son sitting across from her. "Maybe you and Rose should go somewhere else for a while, escape all the stress in the house. It'd be easier to work out your problems when you're alone; besides, I'm sure Rose would appreciate some more one-on-one time with you. She probably hates seeing you like this, all worried and sad. Maybe, if you went somewhere else, you could be yourself again. Rose would appreciate that," Esme suggested, glancing at Emmett, wringing her hands together absently on her lap. If Emmett and Rose really needed the time together, she would be willing to lend them Isle Esme. If they were really that desperate, she would do anything to help them out.

Ooc;; sorreh! My poor Esme doesn't have a car, and she wouldn't dare touch Edward's Vanquish, or Rosalie's convertible, or Alice's Porsche. So the only car left is Carlisle's Mercedes. . . Poor Jasper and Esme are the only Cullens that don't have a car of their own.

[erin]

At her suggestion to leave, Emmett’s eyes widened with fear. Could that really be the right thing? Run away from the family when things get tough? Sure, Rose and Emmett had left to live by themselves before, but it was never to escape for him. Her proposition was horrifying. If the couple was the leave, that would mean leaving the family without two of its members in the presence of Jane. This idea, which at first seemed like a good one, was turned upside down in his head. An image formed as thoughts swirled about. Thinking was always dangerous for Emmett. He was a much better doer than a thinker.

If anything were to happen to the family in his absence, Emmett would be unable to forgive himself. With Jane in the area, there was trouble in the air. He could feel something bad happening soon, and that feeling was sure to stop him from leaving his family without two of its members during a rough time. Also, leaving now would be like running away from a problem. Emmett did not want to back done. He did not want a solution to the symptoms. All he wanted from Esme was advice on how to deal with the situation and make it better forever. A for now solution meant more work late, and Emmett was quite intent on fixing Rosalie’s life for happiness right now.

”Esme, I could never do that. Leaving now could be bad for the family. I just want to make Rosalie happy again. If we ran away, she would be happy, but as soon as she came back it’d be mood swing city. I know she is…temperamental…but there is more to it than that this time. What should I say to her? What’s wrong in this situation that should be addressed?” Emmett spoke soft and fast. It was as if he was afraid that if he did not let it all out as quickly as possible, it would go away. His world was being turned upside down by Rosalie’s troubles. He was prepared to do anything…besides leave his family…to make things right again.

[Esme Cullen]

Yfall.into.me;;YYY

and I need you to know you can fall into me
that my arms are wide open and will always be;;

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"Esme, I could never do that. Leaving now could be bad for the family. I just want to make Rosalie happy again. If we ran away, she would be happy, but as soon as she came back it’d be mood swing city. I know she is…temperamental…but there is more to it than that this time. What should I say to her? What’s wrong in this situation that should be addressed?" Emmett asked in a smaller voice. Esme winced at his words, knowing full well that it was stupid to suggestion running away as an option for her chivalrous son Emmett. Running away from problems was not an option for him, a violation of every moral he had. She sighed, a dropped her head in her hands, thinking of a solution, any way to help her son be himself again. Her marble brow creased as she thought. Rosalie needed to be told she was loved, like most wives did. Emmett already did that on a daily basis, so that was basically redundant.

Communication was the most important part of any relationship, Esme knew, and without it, virtually nothing could be achieved. Right now, in times of stress, talking was nonexistent. In its place was arguments; the yelling and angst and mood swings that everyone was subject to was quickly draining everyone of any civility. Arguments were the only means of communication nowadays in the Cullen household. It was no wonder that even Emmett and Rosalie were having problems. She glanced up at Emmett again, a speculative look in her eyes.

"Sorry. . . Did you two talk already? Maybe if you two just went somewhere alone for a while and talked it out, maybe that would help. If you two just went hunting together, maybe. . . You two haven't had a lot of alone time lately, either. I'd wager that's why she's upset. Because she misses you. . ." She trailed off softly, looking at her son. She knew that, generally speaking, people scoffed at talking to help relationships. But stress was taking its toll on the motherly vampire, and she was nearly empty of ideas for her poor son, though her heart ached at the thought of any of her children being sad-or anything less than happy.

ooc;; dude, I'm sooooooooooooo sorry it took so long to post! I feel absolutely terrible to keep you waiting like this. *headdesk*

[jasperhale]

ooc//I don't really think that Carlisle minds.XD