Emmett hid under his Volvo C70 coupes, changing the oil of his car. The stink of oil flew through his nostrils. He loved the smell. It gave him a rush. He put down his wrench and slid out from under the car. Suddenly, his heart stopped from the sight above him. A double barrel shot gun, hung over his face, the tip of the gun touched the tip of his nose, he stared down the barrel. His heart began to race. He didn't concentrate on the person holding the gun. The metal felt cold. Emmett closed his eyes. Sweat dripped from his body as he heard the trigger click.
Then, nothing happened. Whiskey seemed to pour out of the barrels. It was being poured in there. Emmett looked up the gun holder. It was his best friend, Brad Scott. "What the hell do you think your doing?" Emmett laughed, relieved that it wasn't his day to die yet. "Oh come on man, you know how much i love to use this for shits and giggles." Brad laughed. Emmett slapped the gun out of his face. Meat Loaf's Bat out of hell played throughout the garage in which Emmett had decided to fix up his C70. Brad took his bottle of Jack Daniels and chugged half of the bottle down his throat. "What you doing here anyway?" Emmett asked. "Oh, you know, the usual Friday night combination, get drunk, get laid, have fun in-between...not that sex isn't fun, its just that i wish i got paid more for it. Those girls get more for their money, Yee-haw!" Brad shouted. Emmett just laughed.
"And who would this so called, lucky girl, be tonight, eh?" Emmett asked in a smart ass way. "Some chick named Rosalie. I think shes very nice, Shes got a nice...charm, sweetness and kindness about her." Brad said, daydreaming about Rosalie. "yeah-ah, so in translation, nice tits, ass and legs." Emmett said, knowing his knowledge of what Brad was like. "Oh hell yeah! Yee-haw! High five my partner!" Brad said, raising his arm up. He didn't care much for women's feelings or to have a nice settled down relationship. His main idea of happiness was to get as much women as he can in bed. "Wanna join me? I might be able to talk her into a Devil's 3 way. Bro code though dude, no eye contact. We don't wanna make things gay" Brad continued while he chugged down another swallow of Jack Daniels. "Nah, I think I'll pass and just work out for the night. Thanks for the offer though." Emmett smiled. Thats where Emmett and Brad differed. Emmett was looking for a relationship. He had finished high school. Just dropped out. And before he continued on with his career and lifestyle, he wanted to find the love of his life. Brad thought it was stupid, but he supported Emmett's choice and even tried to find him a couple of girls...Even if he did take most of them.
"Suit yourself, em-bray. I'll tell you how it all goes. Might even get you a souvenir. You know how a used Durex is always considered a good Birthday gift. Later." Brad said as he ran over to his Jeep Wrangler. "Hey maybe you can give me that car sometime, eh?" Emmett shouted over to Brad, laughing. "yeah, when you find the girl of your dreams dude. Now, off to Forks dude. Adios!" Brad shouted as he drove off down the road. Highway star playing from his radio. Emmett turned around and took off his shirt. He started doing push ups in the garage. He needed to keep in physical shape. It was part of his life. His Meat Loaf album finally ended.
[A/N] I'm doing this while i finish off Redemption's Darkness. You can get a little more of a back story of Brad from the other story in this as well. Thought it would be cool :)
Tell me whether or not i should continue. Its all up to you guys :)
Its only just begun ;)
If this gets enough good responses, I'll continue. :)
Thanks guys :D
-Sully.