Author: Malekyte PM
Emmett POV...Emmett has made a classic mistake. Now he needs to fix it, before Rosalie fixes him.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Humor - Emmett & Rosalie - Chapters: 2 - Words: 2,587 - Reviews: 14 - Favs: 10 - Follows: 10 - Updated: 12-20-08 - Published: 12-12-08 - id: 4713028
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Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I intend to own the source of Twilight.
Author's Note: This is planned to be a 2-3 Chapter storyline. Comments make the world go 'round as well as giving me an incentive to finish translating my thoughts onto paper. I really hope you like Emmett's P.O.V., it's not something you see too much of.
I hate the food here. Even while playing the human facade for the rest of the world, school food really gets to me. Rose knew this, and continued to tease me with the red delicious against her lips. She was really playing the seductive role today for some reason or other. I didn't care why, I just knew it was going to have a fun ending. Rosalie was unlike anyone else I've met. She was, without question, the best sight this side of the century; she was strong, even in comparison to our own kind; and she was a vicious bloodlust-driven bitch when she had a personal interest in something. No wonder I was unquestionably in love with her.
I gave a smirk back at her, thinking of some real interesting things to do with that apple on her lips before my vision drifted up to her perfectly intoxicating amber eyes.
"Sorry. I'm not in the mood for apples today. Even ones so teasingly red as that."
I was sure she got the idea of what I thought of as a fitting meal because of the way she licked her lips after bitting into the apple. I envied that piece of fruit.
Out of the corner of my eye, Edward, who had been paying attention to Bella, shifted to Alice. His face went through a few forms before he started to rub his temples in annoyance.
"Sorry. The proximity is so strong, I just couldn't block it fast enough."
All eyes were on Alice that moment, who was pinching her nose and wrenching her eyes shut in conveyance. "Rosalie, please stop. Your making my head spin and—"
Suddenly Alice started laughing, followed by Edward's little chuckle. The two of them glanced in my direction before turning away to laugh a little harder. I really hated the way those two worked. It was annoying to be outside the realm of their conversations. And by their looks, I could tell it was something about me.
Rose raised an eyebrow at me, as if to say "I wonder what entertainment you've become now". I simply winked back at her, slid back to a slouch in my chair, and put on that look that couldn't give a damn to what Edward and Alice were plotting.
Rose went real quite afterwards. She just stared a hole in the table with a big grin on her face until the warning bell rang for class. We all slowly got up, heading our separate ways for the next piece in this illusion of a lifestyle—all except for Rose. She sat there in her trance just long enough for all of us to notice, before she got up and walked of to her own class with that seductive smile of hers still visible.
This was a little abnormal, but I tend not to worry about abnormal things. They're much more entertaining when you don't consider all the things that are wrong with them.
"I wonder where she's going." I breathed.
"You'll find out soon enough. We all will." spoke the pixie Alice. Something was up, and I was apparently going to be the last one to find out. Even Jasper seemed to know now as he smirked from behind Alice-lines.
They were trying to play me like cards, the little conspirators. I bet they even got Rose in on the prank, and that's why she was acting the way she did. An enthusiastic grin covered my face. We'll see who wins.
Let the games begin.
Society class was as boring as ever. I don't remember what it was we covered, something about the Super Bowl and bad costumes I think. Someone probably committed a fashion faux pas. I laughed inward at the cliché alliteration as my attention drifted back towards my Rose. I wonder what they all were planning behind my back.
The final bell rang just before my ADD got the best of me. It's nice how in this decade, I can have a valid excuse for not caring what is really going on in this place. Years ago that sort of behavior would probably lead you to the local priest for an exorcism.
I met my the others at my Jeep. Edward was starting to leave with Bella when they noticed me. All of them made eye contact with me before falling silent. They were talking so soft that not even I could understand what they were conversing. Bella, who was wrapped around Edward like a dog collar, wouldn't have heard anything above a mumble from them. I smiled.
"Party crasher here." I wrapped my arms around Rose, winding my hands with hers. "What's the latest and greatest in the gossip world Alice? Anything interesting?"
"You." was all she danced, before pulling her and Jasper into the back seat of the car.
There wasn't another word spoken until I parked the car off at home; Rosalie pulled me aside from the others' attention. We quickly became the only ones in the garage. While I was walking around the back line of cars, she grabbed my wrist, pulling me around into a real sweet kiss. Man, Rose just tasted so good, I dug deeper. One thing about not having to breathe is being able to enjoy the moment much longer. When we pulled back I instinctively gasped for more air.
"So, what are we doing tonight?" pawed Rosalie.
"Your wish is my command." came my reply. And indeed it was. I've always been a hopeless romantic, and Rose was always the one to know exactly what she wanted. It made for easy conversation whenever she wanted something I was too dense to notice the trail of hints about.
She seemed to consider my response a moment before untangling her grip on me.
"Surprise me. I want you to really surprise me."
I was a little confused when she flicked a grin at me before suddenly heading for the door. All I could mutter before she left was a small grunt of confusion. This was apparently the wrong sort of reply because the glare she gave me on turn-of-heal was strong enough to peel wallpaper.
"What is today, Emmett?" she quietly demanded.
It was all downhill from there. I words were exchanged, more from her than me. There was a hole in one of the cabinet doors; this was because my head went through it after she ripped it off the wall. And then she was gone, clicking away on her heels up to the house. This was a problem which I had inadvertently caused, and now had to find a way to fix it.
I had forgotten our anniversary.