A/N: This is number three in my Hydeseries. Again, wildly OOC behavior. Consider yourself warned. R&R if you so desire. Let me know if you like the series too please.
I do not own Twilight, I just play with the characters.
EMMETT
I met Rosalie a few years ago. I had gone to this new club with my buddies, Edward and Jasper. We were one smooth team back in the day. Anyway, we were dancing with some of the hottest girls in the club…until this trio of hotties made their entrance. What an entrance it was too. They strutted in, wearing these sexy, short dresses. I swear, all three of us looked up to see them and stopped dancing at the same time. I went over to the tall, blonde one and she pulled me onto the dance floor before I could even open my mouth. Edward had to convince the shy brunette to dance with him. Jasper just went up to the short, dark haired one and they held hands for the rest of the night. Rosalie was the best dancer. What's more, she had a thing for muscles. Not to brag, but that was fine by me. We were all over each other all night long.
From that point on, we have been inseparable. Edward and Bella just recently got hitched. Jasper and Alice eloped about three months after that fateful night. Rosalie and I are in no hurry. We've always been for having fun. Though lately, we have had to enjoy the good time by ourselves. The guys say that my girl rivals Narcissus. Yeah, I had to look that shit up. That dude fell in love with his own reflection. Rosie might be self-centered, but at the end of the day she looks out for me too. My phone rings.
"Hey Rosie," I greet her.
"Hey Em, can you pick me up?" she asks.
"Uh, sure," I answer.
"Great. You are taking me to my shopping excursion. Oh, and you will be carrying my bags," she mandates.
"Sounds like fun," I comment.
"Pick me up in twenty minutes," Rosie tells me.
I like it when she gets bossy. It's completely hot. The only thing that could make things better would be if our friends would break out of their new old fart stage. They never go out with us anymore. Rosie and I hit all the most popular clubs on a nightly basis. Since I work in advertising and she works in fashion, our work schedules are rather flexible. I recently did a big ad run for a beer company that bought in a lot of money for my firm, making me a senior partner. Rosie is getting ready to head out for a fashion week somewhere in Europe. I'm sure she'll be gushing on and on about it. It's kinda a big deal for her career. She might even have me come to visit. There is nothing wrong with being a little arm candy for her, especially since she is my arm candy quite often. I rush out of my apartment to my car.
"You are late," is my greeting.
"Sorry, Rosie," I apologize.
"This had better not make it to where I cannot find what I need to look amazing," my girlfriend huffs as she settles in the passenger seat of my Jeep.
"You always look amazing," I inform her as I lean it for a kiss. Her hand stops me partway.
"Just drive, Emmett. My week in Paris is very important," acid drips from her words. I just shrug it off. She doesn't mean anything by it.
After a long day mall-hopping, I go back to get ready for tonight. Rosie and I are going to hit this new bar downtown. It has a pirate theme. Not what you might expect to find in the heart of a big, land-locked city, but it's supposed to be the best club this side of the Mississippi. Right when I get out of the shower, my phone rings. It must be my Rosie calling to make sure we match. Smirking, I answer the phone.
"Hello. Is this Emmett McCarthy?" comes a generic voice.
"Um, yes it is. Who is asking?" I respond.
"I'm with the police department in Forks. I'm sorry son, but there has been a terrible accident. Your parents died in the crash," the voice informs me.
"What?" disbelief colors my tone.
"You will need to make the necessary arrangements. Again, I am sorry for your loss," the voice sounds final.
I hang up before anything else can be said. My parents are gone. I sit on my bed and hang my head. What am I gonna do? I have to take care of their final arrangements because I am the only child. There is no one else to do anything. Wait, I have Rosalie. I dial her number.
"What is it Emmett? You should be on your way by now," she answers.
"Rosie, I just got a call. My parents died in a terrible accident. I have to make funeral arrangements," I inform her.
"No place in Forks is going to be open. Pick me up and we will continue with our first plan. People need to see how amazing I look tonight. We can go to Forks tomorrow," my girlfriend tells me.
There is no arguing with Rosie. I head over to pick her up. The night life was not as fulfilling this time around. All I can think about it what I need to do about my parents. There will need to be a funeral. Thank goodness they have the house, their cars, and everything else paid off. I don't think I can handle that kind of debt.
The flight to Forks is uneventful. Edward and Bella will be following later today. Jasper and Alice can't get away before tomorrow. All four of them feel awful that they cannot come with Rose and me, but everyone had to talk to their respective bosses to get time off on such short notice. They are great. I wish Rosie could be supportive too, but she has to get ready to leave for Paris. This is her great opportunity for her career. I don't want her future to suffer. I mean, it's not like any of us planned to have to attend my parents funeral.
"What do you mean the funeral is going to be in two days?" Rosie screeches.
"They need to be laid to rest, Rose," I answer her calmly.
"But I am supposed to be in Paris that day. I fly out at an ungodly hour, which means that I have to get up extra early so that I can look more than halfway presentable. I want those flight attendants drooling over waiting on me!" she just keeps getting louder and louder.
"I'm sorry Rose, but it is my parents' funeral," I try to stay patient.
"I cannot miss Pairs, it is way important for me and my career," she adds an acidic look to match her tone.
"Rosie, this is a very sad point in my life," I can't stop the whine from entering my words.
"And your point is?" she sneers.
"My point is, you are my girlfriend and you should be here for me in my time of need," I start to shout a little. How can she be so self-centered?
"Your level of self-involvement is astounding. Can't you ever think of me for once? This is not an acceptable arrangement," she says that like it's the final word.
"If your career is more important to you than being a good girlfriend, or even a good friend at all, then by all means go to Paris," I dismiss her and walk away. She gapes a little, then she stalks away.
The day for their funeral arrives. I miss my parents so much, but that is nothing compared to the pain at having my girlfriend prove to be such a bitch. She can't even pick up the phone to call me and it is already nine o'clock at night. I'm sad over my parents, but pissed that my girlfriend is not acting like she should. Finally, her ringtone goes off.
"Hey Em! I had a great day today. There are so many amazing designers here, and they all want me to work with them," she yammers.
"My parents' funeral went well, but still sad," I inform her.
"I didn't ask about that. It's such a downer that I wasn't even planning on asking," she says in her snotty voice.
"I figured, so I decided to answer you like you asked the questions you should be asking me," I get a little huffy too.
"Really, Emmett, this day is supposed to be about me and my career. I had thought we agreed to only talk about me while I am here," Rosie pouts.
"That was before my parents died. This is what we people in the real world like to call mitigating circumstances," I practically shout at her.
"The real world? As opposed to what, exactly?" she demands.
"As opposed to Rosalie World, where you live. The whole world does not revolve around you. If you can't understand that, then we are going to have problems," I sigh. I give up. I just give up.
"What are you saying Emmett?" Rosalie asks me.
"I guess I'm saying that we are through," I tell her.
"WHAT?" she breaks the sound barrier on that one.
"I said, we are through," I stand my ground.
"You don't mean that," she sounds a little desperate, but I need to do this. I can't believe it took me so long to realize how toxic she is.
"I do mean that. You are selfish and self-centered and just toxic. I'm done with dealing with it. I love you, but you are not worth this shit," I say and then hang up. I feel free…