A.N.: Hello! This is my first fanfic ever written, so I hope you all like it. I'm eventually gonna upload more stories, most likely ExB ones, but felt the concept of this story was more Rose and Emmett. It'll be rated M for language right now. Lemons will eventually come.
So, like I said before, I hope you enjoy it. I know I like it and feel the first chapter is ready to be uploaded. More chapters to come... I'm done with five so far. I've already planned out how many chapters this story will be and it'll be an 11 chapter story.
Also this is a Katy Perry inspired song fic... 'One Of The Boys' is the first track off her first CD. The chapters of the story will be either lines from 'One Of The Boys' or will be song titles from both of her albums.
I have a Flickr account, so I'll post outfits and other things pertaining to this story there.
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. That's all Stephenie Meyer. I don't own any rights to Katy Perry's songs; I only own her CDs. I own the plot to this story.
CH 1: LIKE A LITTLE SISTER
RPOV
OK... this totally sucks! I'm gonna be stuck in Forks all summer. Without Emmett! One of my best friends ever... and the love of my life.
He just doesn't know it.
I think I've known I've loved him more than just a friend for about three years now, since freshman year of high school.
But let me backtrack...
(rewind sequence of a movie/Wayne's World sound effects)
I'm Rosalie Hale. I'm in love with Emmett McCarty. But we've only been just friends. And the reason why we've only been like that is because I'm a fucking tomboy, never once really showing a girly side of me. Have been like that all seventeen years of my life. When I was little, I literally fought tooth and nail to avoid putting on frilly dresses. And when I was put in one, against my own will, I always ended up getting dirty all over so that my mother would have no choice but to change me into something that I could get dirty in.
Now let's introduce Emmett. He's been my best guy friend since we were, like, six. When we were younger, our mothers had brought us both to the park one summer. I was wearing normal play clothes, no dresses thankfully. Now you would think that a boy would think girls are icky and girls think boys have cooties. And of course that's what started out at first, but that wasn't the confrontation I had with Emmett. It was with a boy named James.
FLASHBACK
A bunch of little boys, plus James, were playing with their Hot Wheels, and I went up to them asking if I could play, too. Now because I am a tomboy, I've always have had a fascination with cars (which later I would go into detail with). So yeah! I wanted to play. James, the owner of the Hot Wheels and the race track, of course said no. I was icky and that I should 'go play with other icky girls and their dollies.' Never once have I ever wanted to play with dolls, but was usually forced into doing so when with Alice and Bella, my two best girl friends, then and now. Well it was mostly Alice. Bella just went along with it as I did.
I didn't want to cry, but the tears seemed to flow onto my cheeks, and I ran off. Since Alice and Bella had not come to the park today, I was all alone. So I hid under the fort. I took out the Mustang Hot Wheels car I had in my pocket (didn't really know the model when I was four, but researched it when I was a teenager. It was a red 1969 Shelby Mustang GT350) and started running it back and forth along the pavement. It was one of the birthday gifts I had received earlier that month from my father, who, even though would have wanted his little girl to be a 'little girl', liked knowing that he could bond with me about cars. My dad owned and remodeled the same car that was my little prototype. It was his 'baby', after me, of course.
As I was playing, I saw a shadow come overhead and I screamed. But it was one of the other little boys with James.
"Hey. Are you alright?" he asked sweetly. I just nodded, still just focusing on playing with my car.
"Whoa! Is that yours?" he exclaimed, plopping down onto the ground to get a better look at my car.
"Yes," I said tentatively.
"Wow! That's a really cool one! Where did you get it?" he asked me.
"My daddy got it for me for my birthday. He says it's just like the one we have at the house. He doesn't drive it, but he says it's his 'pride and joy' or something like that. I really like cars," I told the boy.
"Me, too. And GI Joes." He pulled out some Hot Wheels from his pockets and a small GI Joe action figure and started lining them up on the ground. "If you want, I'll play with you. You can play with some of my cars, too. We'll race!"
"OK!" I said, excited to play with someone who liked cars like me. "What's your name?"
"I'm Emmett. What about you?"
"Rosalie."
"Rose-a-lie," Emmett said slowly. "Can I just call you Rosie? It's much easier to say."
"Sure." We then played for the rest of the day, racing with the Hot wheels, then running around the playground. Emmett even was sweet to push me on the swing. I was a little small, so I couldn't really push myself to start since my feet couldn't touch the ground. He was truly unlike all the boys.
When we were on the jungle gym, James came over, along with the other boys.
"Eww, Emmett! Why are you playing with a girl?"
"Her name is Rosie and I think she's cool. She likes cars, too! So, if you're not gonna be nice to her, then you're not my friend!" Emmett said, starting to climb down the jungle gym. I followed close behind, not afraid of heights and climbing down at all. I even jumped down to the ground before Emmett even reached the bottom.
"But she's a girl!" James screamed out.
"I don't care! She's my friend and I'm her friend. She likes cars and sports. She's like one of us."
"Fine. Play with the girl. We're no longer friends if you play with her," James said, turning away. "Come of guys! Leave the two little girls." That's when Emmett lost it. He tapped James on the shoulder, and when James turned around, Emmett punched him in the face, knocking out James' two front teeth, his mouth all bloody. James went crying to his mother, leaving the two boys with us.
"Wow Emmett! I can't believe you did that!" the little blonde boy said.
"That was awesome, Emmett. I've wanted to hit him ever since we started playing with him," the other boy, with the unusual copper hair, said.
"Thanks!" Emmett said triumphantly. "Guys this is Rosie. She's my friend now. You can be friends with her, too. She likes the stuff we like."
"Hi," I said, waving a little bit.
"I'm Jasper," the blonde boy said.
"I'm Edward," the copper hair boy said. "We'll be your friend, too." I nodded in agreement, accepting that I made three friends in one day. When it was time to go, Emmett got in trouble with his mom for punching James, but I would see him at the park in a couple of days, deciding to meet under the fort. Today was the greatest.
FLASHBACK OVER
OK... fast forward a bit. Let's get into the friendship. So Emmett and I have been best friends for eleven years. We were in all the same schools and classes since our meeting and had become closer and closer to each other each passing day. The girls and the guys also seemed to grow on each other. When I got older, around twelve, my father took me and Emmett to our first car show,and from then on, I was extremely intrigued with cars, memorizing models and years in my sleep. I even learned how to work on a car and actually helped rebuild Bella's friend Jacob Black's Volkswagen Rabbit when I was sixteen. I decided I wanted to be a mechanic and one day open up my own shop.
I joined sports teams with Emmett, Jasper and Edward, like little league, and took part in our own games of baseball, basketball and football, both flag and tackle. When the guys wanted to play, I dragged both Bella and Alice out to be girls against guys. Bella was usually up for it because of Edward. As we got older she started having a little crush on Edward, then soon becoming his girlfriend. Alice was a little more resistant when it came to playing football, but she also soon became Jasper's girlfriend, and was up for it if Jasper would chase her and she could tackle him down. The four of them were adorable with each other. Just I seemed to be left out of the love fest because I didn't have a boyfriend, and even when I finally realized I loved Emmett, he always had a girlfriend to make out with by the bleachers during the breaks. It was really surprising that he still even made time for me.
"Rosie, you're my best friend. They're just girls who come and go, but you're set in stone in my life. You'll never be replaced," Emmett always reassured me, giving me tight bear hugs and a kiss on the cheek. Due to his body built, he was all muscle, so it felt like he would be crushing me when he hugged me. And he looked intimidating, but he was really just a teddy bear with the cutest dimpled face and curly dark brown hair. His true self is what made me fall in love with him. And I loved it when he called me by my nickname: Rosie. Yes, he finally was able to pronounce my name fully two years after we met, but he always just kept calling me that, and I accepted it. It was like a little nickname only Emmett would call me.
Now since you know the basics about my relationship with Emmett, I'll start my story now. OK, where was I gonna start... oh yeah! It's the summer before senior year. Emmett, Edward and Jasper are going to football camp for the entire summer, and I won't see him until the first day of school. The minute he gets back from camp, he's going on a week long cruise with his parents, and he's bringing the guys, too. So, Bella and Alice are suffering along with me. They won't see their boyfriends for two months and also won't see them until the first day of school.
So yeah! It sucks major for the three of us. I may get dragged to the mall by Alice, Bella going along with it even when she doesn't care, every week this summer. And it's not like I'm getting clothes. My wardrobe is fine. I prefer jeans, baggy tees, sweats and pullovers. My shoe of choice are either Converse sneakers or my white Nike Air Force 1's. Alice tries to get me to buy tight skinny jeans, flowy tops and, oh for the love of God, help me, heels. But I put my foot down everytime and she just huffs and lets it go, until the next shopping trip. Bella tries to get out of buying things, but ends up falling for the pixie's pout, and walks away with ten bags full of girly shit she doesn't wear all the time. Like me, she dresses to be comfortable, but makes it more feminine.
So today, Emmett's leaving me with the girls for two months. I'm gonna miss him so much. I'm also gonna miss our video game wars, playing tackle football, and just eating at the diner. Oh yeah... I can eat like a guy, too, which is a good stamp in Emmett's book. He's a bottomless pit!
Today I'm just sitting in my room, looking through a Sports Illustrated issue (not the Swimsuit Edition!). Out of nowhere, I hear a pounding on my door. Only Emmett can make himself known with just his feet and fists. As well as his stomach. I smiled to myself and lift myself off my bed. I'm in my sweats and a black ribbed boy tank, and I really don't give a fuck about my appearance when it comes to Em. I open the door and cross my arms over my chest.
"Shouldn't you be in your monster Jeep, on the road to football camp with Jazz and Edward?" I asked, giving a smirk.
"Yeah. But I can't leave for two months without saying goodbye to my best friend," Emmett replied. "Right?"
"I guess," I said nonchalantly.
"Rosie..." he said, dragging out the 'e', and stalking forward. I was already walking backwards toward my bed. He then tackled me down onto the mattress and started tickling me. He knew how ticklish I was.
"OK, OK... I give," I squealed out. He was practically on top of me and crushing my air supply. I had to push the huge lug off of me, and he grabbed my hands to help pull me up. Remember when I said I was quite small when I first met Emmett? Well, ever since then, I grew like a weed. I stood at 5'9", towering over Alice and Bella, and almost reaching Jasper's height, which was 5'11". Edward was 6'1" and Emmett was the giant, standing 6'5".
"So you gonna let me say goodbye?" he asked, taking one of my hands. I nodded, and he smiled brightly, his cute dimples making an appearance. He then pulled me in for the biggest and tightest bear hug he's ever given me, lifting me off my feet, too, and twirling me around till we were both dizzy. Then we collapsed on my bed.
"I really am gonna miss you, Rosie," Emmett said after a moment of comfortable silence, with me curled up to his side and my right arm over his waist.
"Me, too, Em." When he knew he really had to go, he lifted himself off the bed, and I followed him down the stairs, out my house. At the curb was his Jeep, and we stood there, hugging once more. He pulled away after giving me a kiss on the forehead and waving before getting into his car. Then he pulled away. He had promised to call me each afternoon during breaks and we'd chat by webcam at night. I was gonna miss him so much, and it brought me to tears, and I don't cry so easily.
EmPOV
I had to go to football camp for the entire summer before my senior year. I was football captain and quarterback of the Forks High Trojans, and both Edward and Jasper, my two best guy friends, were right along side of me.
But I was truly going to miss one person only, and that was my Rosie. She's what makes me look forward to each day because I'd get to see her smiling face. She's my best friend in the entire world, and if this camp was a co-ed sports camp, Rosalie would be here right next to me. But it's not. And now she's stuck in Forks all summer. She's got Bella and Alice, her two best girl friends, but she always said that she would rather hang with me and play video games all day than have to endure a shopping trip with Alice.
What I like most about Rosalie is that she's not fake. She's also not a girly-girl in any way; more comfortable wearing baggy clothes and Nikes than wearing the stuff Alice does (but she's not fake either, and neither is Bells. Otherwise Jazz and Edward wouldn't be with them.) She always keeps her long blond hair in a ponytail or a messy bun, and doesn't wear makeup. She's also one tough cookie, and doesn't show her emotions easily. She doesn't wear her her heart on her sleeve, but hides it behind a hard shell. And she's like one of the guys, which makes it so easy to talk to her about anything from sports to cars. Especially cars. That was how we met and how we really became best friends. And it all started with a little Hot Wheels Mustang.
In a way she also like a little sister to me. Nevermind the fact that she's a bit shorter than I was, though she is taller than Alice and Bells, and being a couple of months younger than me. I will always protect her from anything or anyone from hurting her. Though she has that hard exterior protecting her heart and can be a major bitch at times, she's got a fragile interior and it could crumble if knocked around a lot.
So now I'm on my way to Portland, Oregon with Edward and Jasper in tow, heading to football camp, and nothing else in on my mind.
RPOV
Some weeks had passed and I was pretty much depressed. I missed Emmett. We'd never been apart for more than a week, and that was when we were fifteen and we got into a huge fight over some girl who Emmett had liked and was dating, leaving no time for him to hang out with me. That week made me realize how important Emmett was to me and how much I loved him, that our friendship was more important than some girl, and we'd pull through. I saw him at the batting cages and we apologized, never again away for so long again. Even when one of us were sick, the other would be right next to them, making themselves sick so we weren't parted. Kind of ridiculous and weird, but that's what friends do I suppose.
I was going to the diner to meet up with Alice and Bella and have dinner. They said it was time for me to come out and join the living, and I reluctantly agreed. When I was getting out my car, I bumped into Lauren Mallory and Jessica Stanley, the two biggest sluts in Forks, Washington. I knew Emmett had briefly dated with Lauren and, maybe, slept with, but they had broken up a long time ago. He even wonders what he was thinking.
"Oops. Sorry, tomboy. Didn't see you," Lauren's nasally voice said. Ugh, I couldn't stand it. And now I had to endure it for a minute. I just rolled my eyes and walked away.
"What? Not gonna accept my sincere apology, Rosalie?" she asked when I only made it, like, five feet away from her.
"No, because it's not sincere." I snapped.
"You calling me a liar?" Lauren spat.
"Yes. And even though this has nothing to do with our current confrontation, I'm also gonna call you a selfish, back-stabbing slut faced ho-bag (A.N. Mean Girls reference... gotta love Janice in that movie!). And it is so true," I replied smoothly.
"You bitch!"
"Whore!" I yelled back. That was then Lauren grabbed my shoulders and try to push me down onto the asphalt, and I grabbed her bottle-blonde hair, actually ripping out some of her extensions. She screamed out in pain when I did that and let me go, which made me stumble back a bit, but I caught myself.
"MY HAIR! YOU RIPPED OUT MY HAIR!" Lauren then gave the most high pitched scream, that rivals Regina from Mean Girls, so loud that dogs could hear it.
"You deserve it. Plus we all know it's fake," I said, getting ready to walk away and join my friends.
"I know you like Emmett more than a friend. But he doesn't like you like that. I think he'd rather fuck a woman who doesn't dress like a boy all the time!"
That did it. I've had enough of this slut and this was the final straw. Jessica was doing nothing to stop our fight, and if she tried to stop me, I was gonna do things that she wouldn't think of in her wildest dreams.
I stomped back to Lauren and before she can even scream out "NO!", I pulled my arm back and socked a punch right into her face, breaking her nose.
"OWW! You broke my new nose, you fucking bitch!" I just shook out my hand to get the feeling back a bit. I was probably going to have slight bruising, but it was worth it. I just smiled and walked away. I think Emmett would rather fuck anyone who wasn't Lauren Mallory.
After dinner with the girls, with whom I told the story of my cat fight with Lauren, I drove home to chat with Emmett on webcam. It was eight o'clock now, and the guys had to be back in their cabin at that time. Lights off were at 9:30 so they can wake up at 5:30 for early morning drills before breakfast. So I had about an hour to chat.
I turned the computer on and logged into my Skype, hoping to find Emmett on. He wasn't so I just let it stay logged in, and decided to read a bit. I then heard a little ding, letting me know someone wanted to chat. It was Emmett, so I turned on the webcam and saw his dimpled face.
"Hey!" I said.
"Hey, back! What's up?" Emmett asked.
"Nothing. Just reading and icing my hand," I replied, holding up my hand to show the ice pack. When I got home, my hand was swelling a bit, and I can see the purple bruise coming through, so I put on some ice.
"What the fuck did you do to your hand?" he asked.
"I punched Lauren Mallory in the nose. Breaking the new one she got for her birthday three months ago," I stated proudly.
"No shit!"
"What did Rose do?" I heard Edward ask.
"I punched Lauren in the nose, and I hurt my hand," I said to him when he came into view.
"What the fuck?" Jasper said, coming into the camera's view. I took the ice off and showed them my bruised hand.
"Oooh..." the three of them said, and I just laughed.
"It hurts, but it was so worth it!" I said.
"Awesome!" Jazzy said. Edward and Jasper walked away after saying bye to me, saying they were gonna talk to their girls.
"What did the slut do that made you punch her and break her new nose?" Emmett asked me, sounding intrigued. I wasn't gonna say that it was about him.
"She was just being a bitch. She walked right into me when she clearly saw me in the diner's parking lot. We back talked each other. I even used the line from Mean Girls. Then we got into a little cat fight, I pulled some of her extensions out, too. I was just fucking tired of her nasally voice and the words that she speaks."
"Well, good for you," he said, smiling. I asked him how today was (brutal, but he could take it), and we talked about how we missed each other, like we do every night, before signing off. My parents went out tonight (glad that they didn't have to see my hand when I got home), so I decided to put on some music, playing it loudly. I was really into rock music, but hated the rap music Emmett plays in his Jeep. I was able to tolerate some of the pop music Alice liked, and Bella was into everything, like Edward and Jasper. But I was really into Katy Perry lately and bought both her CDs last week at the music store in the mall when I endured a tiring shopping trip with the girls. By now I memorized all the songs. I plugged in my iPod into the speakers and 'One of the Boys' played.
Do do do
Do do do do do
Do do do
I saw a spider, I didn't scream
Cause I can belch the alphabet
Just double dog dare me
And I chose guitar over ballet
And I'd take these suckers down
'Cause they just get in my way.
I never really paid attention to the lyrics until now. That whole verse was like me. I was so much like a boy.
The way you look at me
Is kinda like a little sister
You high-five your goodbyes
And it leaves me nothing but blisters.
And that whole verse was what Emmett did and how he probably felt about me. Why is this song like the story of my life? I just continued listening to the rest of the song.
So I don't wanna be
One of the boy-y-y-oys
One of your guys
Just give me a chance to prove to you tonight
That I just want to be
One of the girls
Pretty in pearls
Not one of the boys.
So over the summer something changed.
I started reading Seventeen and shaving my legs.
And I studied Lolita religiously
And I walked right into school and caught you staring at me.
'Cause I know what you know
But now you're going to have to take a number
It's okay, maybe one day
But not until you give me my diamond ring.
'Cause I don't want to be
One of the boy-oy-oy-oys
One of your guys
Just give me a chance to prove to you tonight
That I just want to be
Your homecoming queen
Pin up poster dream
Not one of the boys
I wanna be a flower, not a dirty weed
I wanna smell like roses, not a baseball team.
And I swear maybe one day
You're gonna wanna
Make out, make out, make out with me.
Don't wanna be, don't wanna be, don't wanna be,
'Cause I don't wanna be
One of the boy-y-y-oys
One of your guys
Just give me a chance to prove to you tonight
That I just want to be
One of the girls
Pretty in pearls
Not one of the boys.
Do do do
Do do do do
Do do do
Do do do do
Do do do
I finished listening to the song, pausing it from continuing onto 'I Kissed A Girl'. I had an epiphany at that moment. I knew I was in love with Emmett, but maybe Lauren was right, as much as I wanted her to be wrong. Maybe if he saw me as someone not like one of the boys, maybe he'd start having feelings for me. As much as I hated the fact that I was gonna be calling Alice, asking for help to turn me into a girl by the end of the summer, I was hoping it'd be worth it.
A.N.: So I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Picture of the Mustang is on my Flickr. I'd appreciate any comments and feedback on this chapter/story, so go ahead and click that little REVIEW button below. I'll upload the next chapter in a little bit once I get people to read and any feedback. TY!