Hello there! Please enjoy this little story about the girlfriend Emmett forgot about, because lets face it, I doubt he was single pre-vampire ;)
"So you kissed him," Virginia asked excitedly, carefully keeping her voice low so our parents wouldn't hear.
"Yes Vinnie, I kissed him," I sighed exasperated, her constant questions were growing very tiring.
I looked into to mirror and continued brushing my dark hair. I was fortunate to inherit my father's thick mahogany hair. My poor sister got my mothers straggly excuse for hair.
I had been very lucky in the looks department. I had my mothers turquoise eyes that, according to the frequently told story, were why my father fell in love with her. I had my mother's strait nose and my father's full lips and my mother's attractive curvy figure.
A pretty head but with nothing inside it, my dad said this to me frequently. My sister got the quick wit, love of books, the thirst for knowledge and the ability to remember everything she learned.
I had no patience for things like books. I much preferred to drive my parents to insanity by staying out late with different boys every other week. I usually got fed up with most boys after a month at the most. Boys were fairly simple creatures, not very much too them. That's my opinion anyway.
Except for Emmett, I had been going out with him for three months and I wasn't bored yet, it was quite a record for me. He was a very typical boy, he liked to drink, fight and hang out with the guy's. He always had me laughing, with something new every time. He was smart; although he never tried he just understood things without trying. And whenever I got annoyed at him he became so sweet and charming I couldn't stay mad at him for more than a moment.
Not to mention he was incredible handsome. Well I wouldn't be going out with him if he wasn't, but he was more attractive than most.
I looked at my sister in the mirror. She was still trying to smother some giggles.
My little sister has been in a very giggly mood since I told her I had kissed Emmett. If only she knew what kind of things we did, she would probably faint.
"Bur Evy, you know mum and dad still don't approve of him at all," she reminded, again.
"Yes Vinnie," I groaned, "I am perfectly aware, but I'm nineteen, I can go out with whoever I want."
She stared at me incredulously. My saint of a sister would never step a toe out of line. I was the wild child.
"Well not that is isn't fun sitting here with you, but I'm going out," I said.
"Out?" my sister gasped, "But it's late!"
"And?" I shrugged.
"Well…you…mum and dad," she stammered, "fine."
"Bye," I called quietly, and I snuck out the door.
There was hardly anyone out, but there was noise from the bar at the end of the street. Also lights and people could be heard a little from a few streets away. They were men's voices, but young men. I assumed Emmett would probably be with them. He was always out at night.
I walked quickly towards the sound of the voices through the dimly yellow lit streets.
Around a few corners as I presumed there was a group of young men drinking. The particular large strong figure of Emmett stood out to me.
"Evelyn!" he called when he spotted me coming towards him.
"Hey," I smiled, fitting myself under his arm.
"Want a beer?" one of the guys handed a can out to me.
"Of course," I rolled my eyes.
I opened my can and took a swing of the brown liquid. The bitter taste hit as it always did me but I took a couple more gulps until it tasted familiar again.
I joined in their banter effortlessly. Comfortably cracking jokes and swinging beer like one of the guys. Emmett kept his arm where it was, slung lazily over my shoulders, leaning down occasionally to kiss my neck.
"Hey I heard Frank challenged Paul to a fight outside the bar. Should be starting in about five minutes if you want to go watch?" one of the guys asked the group.
They all agreed enthusiastically and started to leave.
"You coming Emmett?" one of the guys called.
"I think I'll pass on this one," he smiled and winked at me.
He shrugged and they left to watch the fight which I presumed would come to nothing interesting.
Emmett pulled me into the shadows of the street.
"How was you day?" he asked.
"You're seriously asking?" I raised my eyebrows at him; he knew fine well my family was as interesting as a day old dead trout.
He chuckled and leaned in towards me. It started off as a kiss, soft and sweet, then he leaned in closer and I wrapped my arms around him
"So what do you want to do tonight?" he whispered in my ear.
"Hmm, well we could go to our place?" I suggested in a low voice.
Our place was a little excluded stack of hay behind an old barn. The smell of hey was soft and pleasant and it was surprisingly comfy to lie in. The best part was if you looked up into the night sky from there it couldn't be more romantic.
"Sounds good," he smiled, pulling me with him towards the old barn.
We lay down in the hay and looked up towards the clear night sky. The tiny dots of white light sparkled out from the sea of navy blue.
"My sister showed me some of the constellations the other day. I don't remember much, but I remembered one. That one there," I traced the air with my finger, "is called the bear; see how it's running from the archer?"
"There are so many stories in the stars; my uncle told me loads when I was younger. Do you want to hear some?" he asked.
"Of course," I smiled.
He told me about the story about Ursa Major and Ursa Minor, the greater and lesser bear.
"The Great bear, Ursa Major was a wood-nymph Callisto, who was a maiden in the wild region Arcadia. She was a huntress, not one who spent her time in spinning soft fibres of wool, or in arranging her hair in different styles. She was one of Diana's warriors, wearing her tunic pinned together with a brooch, her tresses carelessly caught back by a white ribbon, and carrying in her hand a light javelin or her bow," he told in his mesmerising deep voice.
"Jupiter caught sight of her and immediately desired her. He took on the shape of the goddess Diana and spoke to Callisto, who was delighted to see the form of her mistress. She began to tell him of her hunting exploits, and he responded by raping her. She resisted him as far as a woman could-had Jupiter's wife, Juno seen her she would have been less cruel-but how could a girl overcome a man, and who could defeat Jupiter? He had his way, and returned to the upper air," he continued, I gazed up at him as he spoke.
"The cruelty of Juno mentioned by Ovid resulted from the goddess's easily-aroused jealousy. Unfortunate Callisto bore a son to Jupiter, Arcas, and infuriating Juno. Out of jealousy, the wife of Jupiter transformed the girl into a bear. She lived for a time in the wild, until one day, when Arcas was fifteen; he was out hunting in the forest when he came across a bear. The bear behaved quite strangely, looking him in the eyes. He of course could not recognize his mother in her strange shape, and was preparing to shoot her when Jupiter prevented him. Arcas was transformed into a bear like his mother, and the king of gods then placed both mother and son into the heavens as neighbouring constellations," he paused, apparently making sure he had the story correct.
"Juno was annoyed that the pair should be given such honour, and took her revenge by convincing Poseidon to forbid them from bathing in the sea. It is for this reason that Ursa Major and Ursa Minor are both circumpolar constellations, never dipping beneath the horizon when viewed from northern latitudes," he finished, I was so relaxed laying against his chest, feeling it move slowly as he breathed, and rumble as he spoke.
I sat with my eyes closed.
"I can't believe you can remember all that," I commented.
"Well it really intrigues me, so I take an interest," he shrugged.
After he was done I rolled over so I was on top of him.
"And now, it's my turn to entertain," I whispered softly as I placed my lips on his.
I sneaked into my house at about three am after Emmett had walked me home. I prayed everyone was asleep.
I prayed in vain.
My mother was sitting in my room waiting on me. I threw my coat down and prepared for the punishment.
My mother stared at me silently for what felt like hours.
"You are lucky I never told your father you were missing, he would have been beyond furious," she whispered angrily, "If I ever find you coming home this late ever again you will not be allowed to see this Emmett boy anymore."
I stood like a statue throughout this, my face completely expressionless.
"Good night Evelyn," she gave me a look as cold as ice and left the room.
"Cranky old toad," I muttered under my breath after she left.
I changed into my night clothes and got into bed, pulling the covers right up over my head.
It took me a while. My head was swimming with Emmett. No man had ever made me feel like he did, and that was saying something, there had been quite a few men.
I smiled as I fell asleep, and dreams of him filled my head.
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