Rosalie's Point
Emmett McCarty. My best friend. I've known him, literally, my whole life. We were close and nothing could break our bond. Nothing. Not even his nasty thing he calls his girlfriend. I watched as Miranda, his thing, walked passed my lunch table. She had a sway in her hips that made her whole body move, which should tell her that she was doing to much. She darted her eyes at me with a nasty glare before walking up to Emmett.
He looked at her and smiled. My heart sank. Sadly, I was in love with my best friend. Bad idea, maybe. But look at him. He was a man's man. He was the strongest guy I knew, and we lived in a pretty small town. Falls, Texas. This was the last day of school this year and Emmett should be sitting here with me, but his thing calls upon him. My friend, James, sat next to me.
"Why the long face, princess?" he asked, his lisp strong.
"Miranda..." I groaned quietly.
"C'mon, Rose. She's only jealous of you. You're super close to Emmett and she's not. You'll be fine."
"You're right," I said, looking at him. "Not eating today, Jimmy?"
He shook his head. "Nah. I'm not really in the mood for cafeteria food today."
Just then, Tomas, Jimmy's boyfriend, sat across from him. "Hey guys."
Tomas was the manly one of the relationship. I remembered when he first transferred here to Falls High. All of the girls, including Miranda, were trying to get into his pants. James had hid him once. That's how they met. They hung out for a while after that, and soon, Tomas accidentally kissed James... and here we are now.
"Rosalie..." James said, bringing me out of my thoughts.
"What?" I asked.
"Sleepover tonight?"
"Can't. I may have plans with Emmett. What about this weekend?" I mumbled.
"Okay... sounds good."
The bell rang and we got up to go to class. James and Tomas walked me to my class and went off to their math class. I sighed. They were the lucky ones.
"Hey, Rosebud," I heard a familiar voice say.
"Em..." I replied.
"You don't look very happy. What's wrong?" he asked.
"I'm fine," I answered.
"Okay..." he sighed, letting me know he didn't believe me. "Are we still on for a ride tonight?"
"Yeah." I smiled.
Every week, Emmett and I took our horses out on a ride through the enormous ranch our familes own. It's kind of our thing. Except, Miranda has managed to steal that away from me for two whole months.
"Great. Do you mind if Miranda comes?" he asked.
I lost my smile. Was he seriously asking me that? Was he crazy? "Are you serious right now?"
He nodded. "Yeah."
"Ride's off," I managed to say as the teacher walked in and the bell rang.
"Good afternoon, class," Mrs. Jackson said. "Everyone should be finished with the book, right?" There were quiet murmers from the class. "Great. You guys can do whatever today. Just don't get too loud. I'll get in trouble."
"What do you mean the ride's off?" he asked.
"Miranda? Are you kidding me? That's our time, Em. You know it. You wanna take Miranda for a ride? Fine, but leave me out of it."
I partly closed myself off to him. I started to tap quietly on the desk as my irritation slowly grew. That's when he put his hand on mine. Everything stopped. The noise, the beating of my heart, my breathing, and all rational thinking went straight out the window.
"Rosalie... I'm sorry. Please don't cancel the ride... I love our weekly rides and you know it. Don't hang it up because I'm being stupid. I'm sorry, Rosebud..."
I exhaled sharply, but seemed to take no breath in. I managed to nod as my cheeks started to warm up. "I forgive you..." I was doomed before I started. He was forgiven before he apologized. Bastard. His hand slid off of mine and I felt saddened.
"Are you still sleeping over?" he asked.
"I can. No after plans with Miranda, like last time?" I asked.
"Nope. I promise. It's just me and you tonight."
Emmett's Point
I watched as Rosalie rode ahead and stopped at the top of the hill. Jasper Hill, we named it, teasing her brother, Jasper Hale... it was funny when we were eight.
She looked beautiful with the sunlight shining through her blonde hair. It was a wonder why she hadn't had a boyfriend in years. Unless she has had boyfriends, and she hasn't told me. Which is highly unlikely. She tells me everything.
"Hurry up, slowpoke! You're gonna miss the sundown!" she yelled, her southern accent, that I loved about her, thick.
I sometimes wish that Miranda had that southern accent. She was from Wisconsin, though. She didn't have the country twang, like the rest of us. I sighed as my mind went back to lunch. Miranda and I had gone back to her car and made out the whole lunch period.
I made it up the hill just as the sky started it's color change. There was beautifully mixed purples and pinks and blues and oranges and reds and rainbows. It was like a soft explosion all over a canvas. I looked over at Rosalie who was petting Prince, her white horse. She named him Prince because he reminded her of a fairytale horse. She was eight.
"Rosebud?" I asked.
"Yes?" she replied.
"Why don't you like Miranda?" I asked, knowing that I couldn't take it back.
She shrugged. "It wasn't very nice to me when it first came to Falls. Then it tried to be friends with me to get close to you, but I'm not as dumb as it thought. Then you got together with it and it's always trying to compete with me for some reason. I don't know why, but it's getting really annoying lately. It won't let you hang out with me; our rides are even secret nowadays..." she trailed off.
"She, not it."
"It."
"What do you mean, 'she doesn't let me hang out with you?'"
"Emmett... you stopped having lunch with me. Miranda. We stopped hanging out at my house. Miranda. We stopped hanging out at your house. Miranda. We stopped going out, like to the movies, or the mall, or whatever. Miranda. Even this ride, which is our one sacred thing, it has taken away from me. We haven't ridden in two months. Two months."
She started riding off and dust flew up as I watched her flake off in the distance. Our last ride was two months ago? I started riding back towards the house I lived in on the ranch. I put my horse back in his stall and walked inside my house. I bounded up the stairs to my room and looked at the calendar. Two months. Rosalie was right. And that wasn't it. I missed her birthday. I hadn't even thought about her. On her birthday, I ditched her for Miranda.
I fell back on my bed, pissed off at myself. My leg started shaking with frustration. I felt my phone vibrate and I knew that it was Miranda. I didn't answer and it immediately started ringing again. I picked up and picture of Miranda and I and threw it against the wall. I looked out my window and into the room across from it. Rosalie was standing there, staring at me. I looked at my feet. When I looked back up, her curtain was closed.
I took a black sharpie and wrote 'I'll make it up to you.' on the slate the we used to communicate. I propped it up on my window and closed my curtain, turning out my light. Early night tonight. I wasn't gonna wait for Rose to come over, because I knew there was no chance of it. But, as the unexpected always happens, there was a knock at my door. I got up and opened the door, seeing Rosalie with all her sleepover stuff.
"Don't worry about it," she said.
I looked at her stunned. My eyes followed her as she swayed into my room. My phone started buzzing on my nightstand again. Rosalie's eyes slanted towards it. As she was closer to the phone than I was, she answered it before I could snatch it up.
"Hello?" she asked. Her face took on an expression of complete irritation. "I'm here because I can be. Also, I have him strapped to a bed, so you'll have to call him back." She closed the phone and tossed it to me. "Problem solved."
I stared at her and kind of laughed. "So what do you wanna do, then?"
"I don't know..." she said.
"Old man's got a truck in there needin fixin'..." I said softly.
"You read my mind," she replied with a smile.
Of course I did. That was her second favorite thing to do in the entire world. "Let's get to it."
We headed out to the main garage and looked at my stepfather's old rusty truck. Rose's eyes kind of twinkled when she saw it. I knew that I had made up for it in her eyes, but, I still needed to do more. Rosalie was my weakness. She was like... the only sibling I truly had. I was an only child, not counting Carlisle's son, Edward. He was my stepbrother.
"Work your magic, Rosebud," I told her.
She walked to get the tools and popped the hood. We spent the rest of the night working on Carlisle's truck while we joked and laughed like we used to back in the great old days.