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Author's Note: I've always had a fascination for the Jacob/Rosalie pairing. I think they hold so much promise for a great story, but not many people take on the challenge. I haven't been able to find a story with this pairing that I enjoyed, so I'm trying my hand at it. And yes, this was meant to be a one shot, but I couldn't help myself. They are loosely based on the characters from 'My Brother's Wife'. Rosalie was just so fun to write that I had to do this. So, here's how my Jacob and Rosalie from that story came to be. I hope you enjoy... Happy reading.
With You, I'm Me
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I Get What I Want
I had been back home for over a week now. I just graduated from The University of Washington with my bachelor's degree in business. It was far from my passion and what I actually wanted to go to school for, but my father insisted on business and didn't let me go for Mechanical Engineering like I originally wished. I didn't have the heart to hold it against him, he only ever wanted the best, and besides, he gave me everything, even let me take extra courses to help fill my passion for cars.
Forks wasn't really an ideal place to look for work, but I figured I'd start looking here first. Dad offered me work at the factory, something high up there, but that shit bored me to death. I wanted to get dirty, I wanted to fight to get the oil out of my hair and off my face every night. I loved the mess that fixing cars entailed, I loved the dirty smell, I loved it all.
I took the week to myself, to settle into my life as an adult with college behind me. I visited Bella and Edward, glad to see they were happy with their newborn daughter. The three of them were picture perfect, and I actually fucking cried in front of them when they asked me to share the role of being Nessie's godmother with Alice.
I had to yell at Edward to not tell anyone I did that sissy shit. He promised not to tell. I knew I liked him for some reason. He had actually softened up by becoming a new father to a baby girl. Nessie was the picture of perfect, I couldn't wait to have some little ones of my own running around, but I guess I needed an actual boyfriend first.
Too bad all men are cock suckers!
I sighed as I drove through the streets in the stupid 2004 Audi TT Quattro Roadster my father had gotten me as a welcome home gift. It was a horrid off blue color, but he flipped his lid every time I went out in my 1970 Plymouth Duster, she was my baby, beautifully red and outstanding in how she rode.
I'd never find work here. Alice told me, the last two day we had spent together. Stupid know it all pixie. But damn I loved that girl. She and Bella were the best friends a girl could have. I really was glad to be home. College was fun and all, but I was ready for this. I was ready for now, I was ready to do what I wanted.
I was determined to be my own person. Make my own path rather than follow in Dad's footsteps.
I gave up and parked the stupid piece of shit car, going into the small cafe in town and grabbing myself an extra sugary drink. I'd regret it later, but now it made me happy. I decided to walk along the strip of random stores, pass by the time before Dad got home and I'd have nothing to do but decide where I wanted us to have dinner tonight. Him and his stupid Monday night dinners, he'd drive me crazy with that shit.
I entered a store and sipped on my drink while looking at their vintage rings, nothing really caught my eye that I might like, but I found nice pieces for Alice and Bella, so I purchased them and headed out.
The sun setting brightly over the white clouds made me squint and suddenly take noticed of the garage repair shop across the street. The old sign on top read 'Black Mechanics'. I had seen it many times before actually. I wondered why I didn't think of it earlier.
'Cause you know old Billy Black would never hire the richest white girl in town.
I rolled my eyes at myself and dropped the rest of my drink into a nearby trash can, jogging across the road when it was safe and walking through the small parking lot.
Two guys were standing by one of the cars, looking at the engine before they noticed me. They were both Native American, probably from La Push like the owner. I gave them a nice view of my ass as I swayed it on my way in, smirking to myself.
"Be right with you!" I heard a deep voice calling out from under an old beat up car.
I leaned against one of the other cars and waited, watching the guy's lower body as it stuck out from under the beat up car. He had on old jeans with rips around the knees.
"By all means, take your time. I don't have anything else to do today," I sighed, looking at my nails that had been freshly painted, thanks to Alice's obsessive once a week salon visits, "Look, I need to see the owner, or someone in charge." I sighed again.
If this guy was any slower, I might think it was tomorrow. He sounded frustrated as he pushed himself out and gave me a stare. I was not fooled as he tried not to look surprised to see me in here.
"What do you want?" he asked. "Don't girls like you have their own personal assistants to do their dirty work?" He smirked as he wiped his greasy hands on a dirty towel.
"Girls like me?" I question, ready to punch the kid's pretty face in.
"Actually, not girls like you. Just you. Wouldn't daddy have a fit if he knew his daughter was in a place like this?" He crooked an eyebrow, and if I wasn't hating on him so much right now, I might have noticed how handsome he was.
But he was a dick, clearly.
I crossed my arms and stared him down, even though he was a lot taller than me, and built as a mother fucker. I could take him on.
"What do you know about my dad and I?" I challenged him to answer.
"I know you're the Hale girl, I know your dad's Alexander Hale; the richest guy in town," he said, sounding like the biggest smart ass.
"Well good, I'm glad you know so much about me. I, on the other hand, haven't a fuck who you are... I just want to speak to whoever's in charge, and that clearly isn't you," I raised an eyebrow and stood tall.
The guy at hand looked to the front with a smirk, I followed his gaze and noticed the two hot guys from outside where looking at us now. I gave them a smile and turned back to Mister Shit Face here.
"I'm Jacob," He extended his hand and I frowned looking at it.
"Keep your hands to yourself," I told him.
He shrugged and turned back to the car.
"Hello?" I threw my hands out in frustration, "Can I speak to Billy or what?"
Jacob turned back to me, his thick dark brows pulling together and his brown eyes narrowing, "How do you know Billy?"
"I don't. I just know he owns this place," I sighed with frustration and shook my head. How hard was it to get what I wanted!?
"Alright, alright, I'll tell him some rich PMSed to the max girl wants to speak to him," Jacob laughed loudly as he walked to the back, probably where the office was.
I began rethinking my plan; could I really work with Jacob?
I probably wouldn't even get a chance to do so, so no harm in trying at least.
I didn't have to wait long, Jacob returned with Billy by his side. His hair was long, shiny and black, unlike Jacob's short spiky style, but the two looked like father and son.
Billy gave me a smile as Jacob smirked at me.
"Well, hello, young lady. How can I assist you?" He asked kindly, shaking my hand and studying my face.
"Hi, Mister Black, I'm Rosalie Hale," I gave him my sweetest smile, noticing the way Jacob rolled his eyes at me, "I'm actually looking for a job. I'd love it if you'd give me a few minutes to talk with you in your office."
Jacob's jaw dropped, before tensing and defining it even further. Damn that boy had a nice face, I could so come on that.
I smiled to myself, of course I'd think about fucking him. I always went for the assholes.
"Of course, follow me." Billy ushered me to follow him.
"Dad," Jacob began to protest, but Billy shut him up by putting a hand up, gesturing that he was busy.
Jacob shook his head at me as I smiled and followed Billy all the way into the back.
He told me to take a seat in the small clutter filled office. He sat in his chair, giving me his full attention.
"I'm actually looking for new secretary to keep all our files up to date and to answer the phone, you came in at a perfect time, how much experience do you have?" he asked.
I frowned, thinking this wasn't going well, "I'm sorry Mister Black, but..."
"Billy, please," He corrected.
"I'm sorry, Billy," I tried again, "but I'm looking for a mechanic position," I informed him.
"I'm sorry... what?" Billy asked, pulling his brows together much the same way Jacob did only minutes ago.
"I've actually been fixing cars since I was sixteen. I'm really good. I have a passion for it. Fixing cars relaxes me, I feel so free when I'm working on an engine. I want to do it for a living, I'd love it if you gave me a chance. I'll fix whatever you give me, and if you're happy, maybe you'll consider me?" I asked, feeling hopeful. I always had a way of getting what I wanted.
Billy didn't speak for a minute, thinking it over before laughing lightly, "Well, when you put it that way... How old are you?" he asked.
"Want to fill this in for me, and come in tomorrow to fix something and prove yourself before I say yes?" He pushed some papers my way and I took them. It was the regular information for employment.
"Thank you so much," I tried not to squeal, because god damn it, I was not Alice.
I was cool, calm Rosalie. Nothing fazed me.
"You're welcome, Rosalie. How's tomorrow at ten sound to you?"
"Perfect," I nodded, knowing it was time to take my leave.
"Oh, and Rosalie," I turned back to Billy while grabbing hold of the door handle, "Don't wear those tomorrow," He motioned to my high heeled shoes and smiled.
I laughed and nodded, of course coming in here dressed like this was stupid, but hey, he was giving me a chance.
The chance I had been wanting. I'd prove myself and hopefully wouldn't be hired for the job because of my last name. Cars that needed fixing didn't care what last name you carried, they cared that you had the ability to fix them back to good as new.
I could so do this!
All three guys were standing out front now, talking and watching me as I exited.
I gave them a wave and winked, "See you tomorrow, boys."
"Bye!" I heard one of them yell, before I crossed the street and went back to the Audi.
I called up Alice on my way, not wanting to disturb Bella now that she was tired with a newborn, and told her everything, skipping over Jacob, of course.
Alice was excited for me, but complained about the lack of fashion my wardrobe would take on once I actually started a career in car repairs.
"What are you going to tell your dad? I don't see him being so supportive in all this," Alice asked.
"I don't know. I was thinking about maybe not mentioning it for awhile. We'll see how long that lasts... But I gotta get the job first. I guess we'll see after that actually happens," I knew I'd most probably get it, but no need to sound too self obsessed right now, even though Alice knew well that I was.
I finished up the talk with Alice as I pulled into the long driveway, parking in the large garage next to my baby, knowing Dad would drive to dinner tonight and I wouldn't need to use the Audi again until tomorrow.
Dad's shiny silver Lexus was parked by another one of his cars, so I knew he was home.
I made my way into the oversized house I had always known as home and went in search of Dad.
I found him on the phone in his office.
He gave me one of his charming smiles as I walked in.
"Rosie just got home, I'll speak to you later." And with that, his attention was on me.
I gave him a kiss on the cheek, "Hey, Daddy."
"Where were you?" he asked, pushing his light blonde hair back and slicking it into place.
I took in Dad's looks. I had his pale skin, light brown eyes and facial features. Of course I was much more feminine than him, but it was clear he was my father. The only thing I seemed to have gotten from my mother was her somewhat darker blonde locks. At least he wasn't reminded of her every time he looked at me this way.
"Just out shopping," I shrugged.
"Oh, yeah? Get yourself anything nice?" Dad smiled his bright white smile. He looked younger than he was, although he was only in his mid forties to begin with. It was too bad he didn't date. I knew women probably would die for the chance to be in his company.
But he never got over my mother, over twenty three years and still in love with her. How he could even talk to me, let alone love me, amazed me to no end. I'd hate the person who stole the love of my life, but Dad was clearly different... I hoped so anyway....
Maybe he only pretended to love me, or maybe he forced himself because he knew Mom would have wanted us this way.
I shook the thoughts out of my head and smiled again, "So, it's date night... What do you feel like?" I asked.
"Hummm," He sighed as he thought about it, "Does Italian sound good to you?"
I nodded, "Perfect, I'll go change... Meet you at the stairs in thirty?" I asked.
Dad nodded as I went to the door.
"Okay, see you soon," I quickly exited and went to change for our dinner date.
Dad didn't need to know what I was doing tomorrow. I was an adult now and I'd have to work on getting him to ease up on me. I wanted to make my own decision. He had always been so strict with me, but I was ready to be myself.
I was ready for freedom.
I hope I've grabbed your attention. Please review and add me if you liked it. Thanks for taking the chance to read an uncommon pairing. My regular readers already know that uncommon pairings are my favorite in the fanfiction world. Oh, also, no, Billy is not in a wheelchair in this story.