A/N: Ok, so this is my first FanFiction. I don't really know what I'm doing, so your reviews are TOTALLY appreciated. Just reading it is nice, but please, reviewing helps. I need to thank LoriVampp for posting this, editing, and helping me with ideas. Also, I need to thank Ditto252510dp, for giving me my title, and help with editing and such.

Summary: Rosalie Hale works at the local hospital and she meets Emmett McCarty, an injured quarterback, who has a certain spark to him that she can't seem to identify. Boy likes girl, Girl likes boy. What will happen at that? Horrible summary, give it a chance please! Read and review please! (:

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Rosalie's POV

As I ambled down one of the many corridors in the hospital I work at, I heard a bunch of shouting and cheering. Obviously another football injury, I could tell because people don't usually come screaming into a hospital unless they're cheering on an injured player.

I'm Rosalie Hale, and I'm a total **, but I have good reason to be. More than most people, unlike the rest of this god-forsaken world, I'm completely gorgeous. My bouncy, long, wavy blonde hair, which has golden tints to it, flows halfway down my perfectly straight back. I have blue eyes that are so light and unique, that they have been called violet more than once before; just adding to the flower thing I seem to have going on, my name being Rosalie Lillian. My full, plump lips have the just right amount of poutiness in them, and not to mention they're naturally a pretty "Princess Pink", as my so called mother would tell me when I was little. Thinking of her and the rest of what I sadly call my family automatically made my back stiffen up and my neck become rigid, but I quickly recovered and went back to being snobby Rosalie. I strutted down the hallway, being an obvious head-turner, but I was used to that. It was a daily routine. Men looked at me in pure awe. Ladies looked at me with envy, as they tried to make their husbands, boyfriends, even just friends, turn their attention back to them.

I laughed softly to myself, and that's when I saw him. He was in pain; everyone could see that, as he was assisted into the hospital. Trying to keep a grin on his face for the people surrounding him, it turned out to look more of a grimace. That attempt at a smile sent chills throughout my body, it was adorable. Not the smile itself, but the mere way he tried to be strong for the people around him; that he actually was trying to mask the pain he was obviously in. Sometimes I love working at the hospital; it gave me opportunities to work with guys like this one.

I stalked up to him and felt the gazes of all of his friends run up and down my body, some stopping at my face. "Hello, sir. May I ask your name?"

He stared at me for a moment before stuttering out his name, "M-m-my name is Emmett McCarty… What's yours?" He said, trying to save his ** after his crappy start. I could tell he was trying to be tough for his friends, and a ladies man; but I wasn't having any of that, I never have, and don't plan to start now.

"I'm not permitted to say Mr. McCarty, was it? Would you care to explain to me why you're here...and what you did to yourself?"

"Well, I'm the quarterback on our football team. And we were in the 4th quarter of the game, when I knew I had to do something to save the game. It was 41 to 41 and we had 23 seconds left. So, I decided I'd take a chance and try something I've never tried before." He was trying to be heroic and flirtatious; I mentally rolled my eyes at him. Since, according to my boss if I actually did roll my eyes, I'd loose my job, and I'm not about to risk that. "I never got the chance, though, because I was going long to catch the ball in the end zone. The ball ended up going TOO long, I made sure that my buddy, Charles, here was in the end zone, too, before I won the game. The ball was going too long, as I previously said; So, I was running in front of it. I had to run out of bounds and pushed it back with my hands for Charles to catch it back in the end zone. That scored us the winning touchdown." He smiled, obviously very proud of himself.

"That's very nice, Mr. McCarty. But really-"

He interrupted me "Please, call me Emmett."

I sighed in frustration, why couldn't he just tell me what he ** did to himself instead of bragging about his stupid football game? Although the play was very impressing, it happened once at my high school, we were all over the news "Mr. McCarty, I understand that you are very proud of your ** saving play in your game tonight, but I need you to tell me why you are here." I got more than a few raised eyebrows when a little blonde girl used foul language.

"Umm, ok. When I fell backwards from the play, I heard something crack. It was a few things, actually. And I had a hard time getting up. The paramedics escorted me off the field and brought me here…to you." God, more flirts. Would these guys just give up? Obviously I'm not going to waste my precious time on them, when I have better things to do.

"Well, we'll have to X-Ray you and probably keep you over night, just in case. And your friends will have to leave. But you may have 3 of them stay with you. I'll leave you to decide and I'll be back in a few minutes."

"Baby, you don't have to go. Charles, James, and Edward, c'mon, you're with me for the night." He said as the other players groaned, but filed out with the rest of the crowd.

Did he just call me 'Baby'? Oh, my god! He did! He. Is. So. Dead. No one calls ME, Rosalie Hale, "Baby". So, as I could think of nothing else to do, I simply turned on my heel and walked off, making sure to sway my hips a bit more than needed. "The doctor will have a nurse come and get you in a few. Please, don't do anything stupid." I called over my shoulder. "Stupider than what you've already done." I mumbled to myself as soon as they were out of earshot.

Emmett's POV

"Damn, she's hot, man. What I would give to be you right now." Edward told me as he shook his head and stared after her, Edward was my brother, and my best friend. And I had to agree, she wasn't just hot, she was beautiful. I knew I'd been bitten by the Love Bug. I screwed up, though; calling her "Baby" obviously offended her. Gosh, I'm such an **. Oh, my God. She's so perfect. I want her, and I'm determined to get her. Even, if I have to break something else to come back and see her.

"Emmett, you are the luckiest son of a ** on the team right now." Charles stated referring back to the nurse I had been fantasizing about.

"Would you guys cut it out?" I snapped at them. "I screwed up, and looking like that, she probably has a boyfriend. So, just be quiet about her! Entertain yourselves by checking out random girls like you usually do." They stared back at me for a few seconds, wondering what happened to their friend, before looking away. When did I become so mean? I sound like my mother when she was pregnant with Edward, now that's a scary thought. God, that girl just has something about her. It's like even though I don't know her, I do.

Rosalie's POV

As I was walking away from the cutest guy I'd ever seen, I was absolutely confused beyond belief. What is it about that guy that makes me go crazy? His eyes? Those eyes… Glorious in their rich chocolate color with dark, full, sexy lashes framing them? His smile, adorable dimples that show when he's smiling, and even when he's fighting against pain. God, those dimples are so damn cute on him! Snap out of it, Rosalie! You're Rosalie Lillian Hale; you can get any guy you want. Stop freaking over some arrogant quarterback. You're better than him. I was silently chastising myself over Emmett when I was tapped on the shoulder. I whirled around only to find the one and only, Emmett. And his dumb friends.

I was at a loss for words. Emmett was in a wheelchair, but he was grinning up at me. "Y-yes? Can I help you?" I asked nervously, not knowing what else to say.

They chuckled at my nervous response, as I felt my face heat up and I looked at my feet reflexively, as I always did when I am embarrassed.

"Don't blush, doll face. Your cheeks are rosy enough without it." The one they called Charles told me. I stared at him, wanting to slap him so hard he'd forget his own stupid name. He looked at Emmett who was staring at my hair and face, slowly looking toward my eyes. I looked back, hoping to make some sort of eye contact, but soon made a quick recovery from my moment of stupidity. Laughing quietly at feeling his eyes roam my body. I would never tell anyone, but I was actually flattered he liked me. Or just took the time to look at me. I mean, a guy like him can get any girl he wants, I'm sure of it. I may be beautiful, but I'm not the perfect package. That's why I'm single; men can't look past the gorgeous physique.

"Do you guys need something? I told you a nurse would be by soon to assist you so-"

"She never came." Emmett told me proudly. I looked at the clock on the wall and sighed "It's been 10 minutes, guys. Go back, give it time. This is a hospital, not a McDonalds." Looking straight into those gorgeous eyes again, as if to commit what they look like to my memory.

They laughed at my dumb analogy, even I cracked a smile, feeling genuine happiness I gave them the smile that made every man I turned it on go weak in the knees. As I predicted, it did. Emmett sat there with a goofy grin on his face, while Charles and Edward just stared at me. I couldn't help but get lost in Emmett's eyes; they were just so damn beautiful. I wanted to run my fingers through his curly brown hair not stop until I got everything from him I needed, which obviously wasn't only his hair. Why was I thinking like this? I just met the guy; I've never been one to fall for a man so easily. Maybe Emmett's changing that, I hope not…but, I can't help but think about it. What would I be like, a different girl…open to other people, after my stupid ex-boyfriend, Royce, ruined my life.

Beautiful inside and out, fun-loving, and most of all, loved.

Emmett's POV

I could see something in her that told me she needed help. She was an emotional wreck, you could just tell by looking at her. She may have looked totally confident, but I looked into her eyes, unlike Charles, James, and Edward who were probably staring at her boobs and expecting me to do the same. This is why my mom, Esme, tells me all the time I should be a therapist or something geeky. No way, Emmett McCarty does NOT do therapy work. When Edward and I were little I'd be the soft one, strangely enough, seeing that it has totally switched over. I'm absolutely insane, willing to chug three beers in three gulps, making out with random hot chicks I see when I'm drunk, and too many one night stands to count. Now, Edward, he would rather read a book than throw a football. He'll order a coke at a bar; I managed to pay off one of the bartenders to spike his coke once…bad idea. Edward figured it out immediately, stating that it "Didn't have the right consistency" Dork. He composes music in his free time, when I'm out with a girl or with my team. I wonder what the nurse does in her spare time… My god, she looks so hot right now. Even in her scrubs and ugly white nurse shoes she looks better than the cheerleaders for my team. Each of whom, I've slept with. I know I sound like a big man **, but I'm not. I just get bored, is that a crime? No, it's not. So, people should stop bugging me about it, they all think I'm going to get someone pregnant. I'm not THAT stupid. Although I'm pretty sure one of the cheerleaders quit because she had some "Medical Issues". We're all convinced I have a child out there somewhere. Well, isn't that awkward?

"Well, I'm sure you'd look pretty damn good in any McDonalds." James told her, always being the most sex-crazed of all of us. She glared daggers at his face and I slapped his side, since that's the only part of him I could reach in my wheelchair.

"Shut up, James. Or I'll hit you again. And I won't be so gentle." I said, trying to defend her, but failing miserably. The guys laughed at me and the nurse stared at me, clearly confused to why anyone was defending her, or at least attempting to.

"I… You. It's… If you three can't behave yourselves… I- I'm going to have to ask you to leave." The poor girl spoke nervously and with precision in each word. Trying to get through to the boneheads I called friends.

"Ooooooh! Well, we don't want that to happen, do we boys?" James cat-called. I rolled my eyes at his stupidity and looked cautiously at the nurse. I managed to catch a glimpse of a gold locket hanging from her long, elegant neck. It had a beautiful rose carved into it, and the name "Rosalie" etched along the top. My eyes traveled down her body looking for anything to help me figure her out and they found a little silver ring on her pinky, with the same name as before on it. Her name must be Rosalie. A beautiful name, for such a beautiful girl. I couldn't help but point it out.

"Your name is Rosalie?" I asked, hoping she wouldn't be mad at me.

"Um… Yes… H-how did you know?" she answered me, very confused. I gestured to her locket.

"That necklace of yours, it says Rosalie. I just assumed that was your name, seeing that your ring says the same thing." She looked at me quizzically, doubting my honesty. Damn, I hope she doesn't think I, like, stalked her. "I swear, I just noticed that. Most people don't walk around with necklaces and rings that say random names… Unless it's their own, which I'm assuming it is."

She looked down at it. "Yes. My name's Rosalie…"

"It's a very beautiful name, Rosalie." She blushed at me using her name. I hope that's a good sign.

"Thanks… I like yours, too?" she laughed nervously. I smiled at her crappy lie.

"You don't have to tell me that. I know, I know, my name is retarded. But it's my name, I can't change it. Even if I wanted to."

"No, no, no! I really do like your name… It just sounds a bit strange for me to say that." She likes MY name? That's new…

"Um, thanks?" All of a sudden a sharp pain went throughout my whole body. I gasped and my friends looked away from Rosalie and back to me. She bent down toward me, to where if I barely leaned forward, I could kiss her. You don't know how tempting that is. Being so close to someone so gorgeous and perfect is like a drug, you just want more and more. I involuntarily leaned forward just a bit to see her face again, and instead I leaned right into her hair. She smiled.

"Sniffing my hair, are we?" she laughed to me. She had the most beautiful laugh; I wish I could hear it more often.

"Why yes I am. And let me tell you, it smells delicious. Like strawberries and coconuts. Unlike mine which smells like nothing. Maybe a little bit of sweat? But I just played a football game. Who can blame me?" She blushed at my comment about her beautiful, blonde hair. She straightened up a few seconds later and looked down at me, concerned.

"I think we need surgery…" What?!?!? No, no, NO! I'm tough and all, but needles scare me shitless! She noticed my change in attitude.

"I'm sorry, sir. It's not too bad, I promise. And I'll make sure you know exactly what's going to happen before it does." I couldn't say anything, I was in shock. I'd had surgery once before, and it was one of the worst things I've ever had done. She looked down at me sadly. But I could tell it wasn't the regular B.S. nurses will give you, she actually cared. Could she be falling for me, too?
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