A/N – I don't know how I feel about people who do this, but... I wrote a little two-shot story that takes place waaaaay before Twilight about how Rosalie learned how to fix cars. It always seemed strange to me that a girl like Rosalie would ever even THINK about getting dirt and grease on her hands, and was thinking about what POSSIBLY could have prompted a desire to learn about cars. And thus How Rosalie Learned About Cars was born.
It's not very long, and I'm really proud of it. I put a lot of time into researching for the story, and I want more people to read it. Call me selfish, if you want to. I will put a little preview on here, so you can decide if you want to read it or not.
Disclaimer – I don't own any of Stephenie Meyer's characters, nor do I own any of their pretty old-time cars. :( I especially don't own Rosalie… nor would I want to. Although I wouldn't mind having her mechanical brilliance!
What was I THINKING, marrying EMMETT MCCARTY?! He is so… ARRRGGGGHHH!!! I was shaking with fury. Unfaithful bastard!
I have to get out of here. I don't want to be on the same continent as him right now, let alone in the same godforsaken house!
And so, as I usually did when I was upset, I grabbed my keys and my purse and headed out the door. I jumped into my beautiful red convertible, slammed the gearshift into the reverse position, and sped away from the house. If he wanted me, he was going to have to come after me.
... (A/N - I took a bunch of stuff out right here, like why she's pissed at Emmett...)
I probably would have driven forever, fumed forever. Or at least to the city limits and back a couple of times, but suddenly, the car started handling strangely and making a fast, irregular sound.
Thu-thump, thu-thump, thu-thump…
Oh, no. THAT can't be good.
A/N - Why is Rosalie mad at Emmett? What will Rosalie do when she realizes a flat tire ruined her getaway? To read more, visit my profile and click on the link for "How Rosalie Learned About Cars"...