Hello world! I know, I should finish my other story (When Darkness Turns To Light) before I start a new adventure... But I can't help it! I was watching Pride and Prejudice the other day and was inspired to create this! I would say that this is a modern day Pride and Prejudice meets Twilight. I am excited about it and I hope you guys will be too! This is all human and any reviewer will get a sneak peek of the next chapter!
*********I do not own Pride and Prejudice or Twilight, I don't own any of these characters (as much as I wish I did). I do own this interpretation though!******
"It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife."
(Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen)
"You will never guess who just moved into that house down the street," Renee Swan shouted as she sat down on the velvet love seat in the family room. She had just finished talking to Lisa Weber, the town gossip, and was practically vibrating with excitement at the information she had just received. The whole Swan family was gathered in the living room for a movie after their weekly Sunday Brunch together, Renee had a built in audience for her exciting news.
Bella Swan and her sister Rosalie shared a look before their Mom began shouting again.
"Don't you want to hear my news Charlie?" She asked as she began pacing the room.
"If you want to tell me I don't mind hearing it," He replied from behind this week's copy of the New York Times, barely giving his exuberant wife any notice.
Apparently that was all the prompting she needed before shouting, "Emmett McCarthy! THE Emmett McCarthy!"
"Who?" I asked, never having heard of the name before in my life.
"Bella honestly! How could you not know who Emmett McCarthy is?"
"I'm sorry?" I said, sharing another glance with Rosalie before turning back to our mother. "Please tell us who he is."
"Emmett McCarthy is a brand player for the Seattle Seahawks! He is the newest offensive lineman and he is SINGLE!" She screeched, practically jumping up and down.
"What does this have to do with us?" I asked her, completely confused.
"Yeah, and when did you start watching football?" My second youngest sister, Lauren, asked from her position on the floor, painting her nails a vibrant fuchsia to match her newest knockoff purse.
"Never mind all that, we have to invite him over!" Renee chirped, excitedly looking to Charlie before telling him that he MUST invite Emmett over for brunch next Sunday.
"Why should he come here of all places? He must have better things to do than to come to brunch at our house," Charlie said reasonably as he continued reading his paper.
"But of course he should come here! He is unbelievably rich and must come meet our girls!"
"Mom… What does meeting Emmett McCarthy have to do with anything?" Rosalie asked. She seemed about as confused as I was about why all this was so important to our mother.
"One of you must marry him, of course!" She yelled, looking at us like we were complete idiots.
"Of course! He is rich and single, he MUST be looking for a wife!" I said sarcastically as my sisters Rosalie, Lauren and Victoria snickered. The sarcasm went completely over our mother's head, though.
"Obviously! That is why your father needs to invite him over! The Weber's have already been to see him and said he is a wonderful young man!"
"If you want him to come over so badly then go invite him yourself! I will personally write him a note that says he is welcome to marry any of my daughters that he would like," Charlie said, flipping the page and ignoring the angry look his wife was giving him.
"Honestly! It's like none of you care at all about my happiness!" She yelled before dramatically sitting on the couch and holding her hand to her head as if all this had physically drained her. "Just play the movie and forget about how terrible you have been treating me."
"Actually Mom, Rose and I are heading back to the city. We have quite an early day tomorrow and should really get going." I said as the two of us grabbed our bags and gave hugs to the family before making a run for it. We piled into Rose's little Audi convertible and got out of there before Mom decided to nit-pick about something else – like last week's argument over the benefits of fake tanning ("Who cares about getting cancer? By the time it matters you will be past your prime and no one will care how you look," Renee told us seriously multiple times throughout the day).
"Thank god that's over!" I said, pulling my sunglasses on and rolling my window down in preparation for our hour and a half drive back into the city.
"It wasn't that bad…"
"Not that bad? Mom thinks this is like the fifteenth century and that we should be married off immediately to the richest guy that moves into the neighborhood. I mean, come on! We're like twenty-five years old; we have our whole lives to meet the men of our dreams! What's the rush?" I said, feeling the breeze running through my hair. "I personally would be fine being a spinster and never getting married…"
"Oh yeah?" Rose said, looking at me skeptically.
"Totally. I'm going to explore the world off of the wealth of you and your future Seahawks football-playing husband. I think that would be perfect." I giggled as Rose gave my shoulder a punch.
"Oh yeah, that's plausible. Some guy that my Mom introduced me to that plays a sport I know nothing about is going to fall head-over-heels in love with me the moment he meets me. Maybe when pigs fly."
"Oh whatever Rosalie! Every guy that meets you falls head over heels in love with you! I'm sure a famous football player that Mom forces to come over for breakfast will be no exception." I said, partially joking but mostly serious. Every guy that has ever met Rosalie has immediately fallen under her spell. With her long, wavy golden hair that reaches mid-back, a body that could be featured on any issue of Playboy (and yes, she HAD been asked and had graciously declined) and a job as a mechanic- Rosalie had it going on.
"Mhmm… A greasy mechanic, I am every guys dream," Rosalie said sarcastically, completely unaware that most guys like a girl that works with her hands. "What about you? You're an elementary school teacher for pete's sake! That's like every guys wet dream! Maybe YOU will end up with the football player and I can come live with you!"
"No way. What does this guy even look like?" I asked. Rosalie shrugged, not knowing either. Curiosity got the better of me and I looked him up on my phone- and boy was he a hottie! "I don't know Rose, I wouldn't give up hope on your future husband just yet. He's totally your type!" I said, showing her a couple pictures of him when we stopped at a red light.
"He is my type, but from the look of things I'm not his," She said, noting the dozens of women that were also featured in the pictures with him.
"I wouldn't be so sure…" I said, closing my phone and grabbing a few of the papers I had brought with me to grade before school tomorrow. We dropped the subject, turning up the volume and singing along to whatever was playing on the radio.
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