Honey, We Hit the Contest
Rules:
Characters must be famous
No more than three chapters
No lemons
A/N: this was previously under my former pen name (smexxy0kartik). i gave myself permission to repost. Everything belongs to Stephanie Meyer, except my torture tactics.
This was all I ever wanted, so why does it feel like it's not enough?
It has taken me years to get this far, going from one fruitless call back to the next. Days spent waiting by the phone. Always second place to someone more natural, less fair. No one knows patience like I do.
"Get ready, your scene's next," I hear the director call to me from the threshold of my room. It's just like all the others; a star on the door leads to a room with a vanity on one side, a couch on the other, with a million insignificant things in between. There's nothing like fame to make you feel alone.
Hours later, working has finally ceased. I am no longer Niki Reed and madly in love. I am Rosalie Hale and undoubtedly lonely. "Come on, Rose. We need to move!" I hear my friends say as they sprint past me, as if it is the last day of a limited time offer. I guarantee the stools will still be there no matter what time we arrive. I catch up with them outside and we immediately start walking in the direction of my new best friend—Bombay Sapphire Gin.
We are almost to the bar when a see a tall, dark-haired man about one hundred feet in front of me. It's him. I know it. I start running to him, closing the gap between us. "Emmett! Emmett!" He does not hear me, another reason to loathe Rochester winter winds. I call to him again, "Emmett!" Once I am right behind him, he turns around and I see that his skin has gone from pale white to russet brown and his hair is pulled back into a ponytail. "Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you were someone else." The man gives me a nod and a closed smile—No harm done—and walks away.
In my own bed I cannot sleep. Thoughts of him and what I've done attack me and I can take no refuge. I can still see him where I left. His face so full of pain, so beautiful, I almost told him I was kidding. No, I'm not that evil person who destroyed you. How could I ever do that? You're my angel. But I am that evil person. By hurting him I unwittingly hurt myself. He'll move on and find someone more natural, less fair.
And me? I'll always have Bombay.
A/N: First Twilight FF. Rosalie isn't my fav but I thought I'd try this out. Reviews will help me decide if I want to continue. I'm already thinking of an EmmettPOV. Reviews are better than words can say.