Many Shades Of Black
(A/N)
This story was inspired (partly) by the song Many Shades Of Black by The Raconteurs. :) That song is bomb. If you haven't listened to it, I suggest you go do so, now.
But, it's okay if you don't listen to it. The main plot isn't focused on the song, I just think it sorta fits. :)
And yes, this is an Alice x Emmett story. If you don't like it, don't read it. Simple. But please, don't leave a bad review because of the pairing.
I'll probably have different songs for each chapter. :) If I don't, feel free to leave song ideas in reviews!
Oh, and for now, it'll all be in Alice's POV. If not, it would give away parts of the future plot. ;) If you want, when this is over, I'll write parts in Emmett's POV, or the whole story if enough people want it.
And yes, I changed a few things. Such as Alice's last name (and of course Emmett is a Cullen.), and I wasn't quite sure what color her eyes were, so just go along with it? Lol…
I hope to update every Friday, but don't kill me if I don't. D: Writing gets hard for me sometimes.
Now, enough of my rambling. On to the story!
Many Shades Of Black
Ch. 1:
Chapter In Which Rings Are Found, Epic Kisses Are Engaged In, And Tears Fall
Song(s):
Many Shades Of Black - The Raconteurs
I woke up, and felt like a pissed off construction worker was taking a jackhammer to the inside of my head. What a way to start the day.
Grudgingly, I opened my eyes. Where was I? Whose bed was this? Was the light usually THIS bright? All questions I couldn't answer.
Sitting up, I recognized the distinctly male, musky with a hint of cinnamon and pine, scent of the room. It was a vaguely familiar scent; I was sure I'd smelled it before. But what, or who, I thought, wincing, did it belong to?
Looking around, I finally spotted a clock. 2:37pm, it read. 2:37?!? How long had I been sleeping?! I stumbled out of the bed, trying to find a bathroom. I needed to get out of there, ASAP. Thankfully it was Saturday (I had enough sense left to remember that detail), so I didn't have to worry about making up an excuse for why I had missed work.
After opening the door to a closet, and then a hallway, I found the doorway leading to the bathroom. His apartment was very clean, surprisingly. Or her, I shuddered painfully at the thought.
Looking in the mirror, I saw just how much of a wreck I was. My short black hair was a disheveled mess upon my small head. Huge bags were under my hazel eyes, my black eyeliner smeared everywhere. My full, pouty lips were curved into a frown. Then my eyes got to my neck. Well, more like the giant welt on the side of it. A hickey?! Since when did Mary Alice Whitlock get hickeys?!
Stunned at my most recent discovery, my small hands found their way up into my haystack of hair, tangling themselves there. That's when I felt it. What was on my hand? My eyes the size of saucers, I hesitantly pulled my left hand down for closer inspection.
Upon my fourth finger, a curiously expensive looking gold ring, with a huge diamond in the middle, now rested. The diamond was square, with 2 smaller circular pink diamonds on either side of it. And above it, sat a slim plain gold band. Someone spent serious cash on these rings.
…THESE RINGS. HOLY FUCK I WAS WEARING A WEDDING RING.
And I didn't even remember the guy's name. Hm, I thought, at least now I know I'm at a man's house. And that's why I have a hickey… I'm not Mary Alice Whitlock anymore. I wonder what my name is? Ugh…
After quickly washing my face, I found my way back to the man's bedroom, searching for my cell phone. I found it thrown on the floor, 5 new text messages. I sighed, reading them, starting with the oldest message.
From: Bella!
Received on: January 2nd, 8:32pm
Alice! Where are you? We had dinner plans, at 7, if you recall.
Rolling my eyes, I flipped to the next one.
From: Bella!
Received on: January 2nd, 8:56pm
Alice? I'm getting worried… please answer me!
Great. Now I felt bad ON TOP OF being married to a total stranger. How much worse could this day get? Groaning, I flipped to the next one.
From: Bella!
Received on: January 2nd, 9:21pm
MARY ALICE! If you don't call me soon, I'm filing a missing persons report! Don't think I won't!
I actually giggled at that one. It sounded strange, the musical giggle coming from my scratchy throat. I flipped to the next one.
From: Bella!
Received on: January 2nd, 10:08pm
…oh. I'm sorry I disturbed you… hehe. Tell Alice to call me when you 2 are free… please. :)
Wait… who messaged her? I had an internal debate for a few moments, then decided to read the most recent message before checking the sent box.
From: Papabear! 3
Received on: January 3rd, 11:49am
Hey sweetie. If u didn't see, I left u 2 advil + a note on the table beside the bed. Love you. Feel better.
What the hell? Who was Papabear? And why couldn't he have at least put his real name in my phone? Ugh! Without thinking too much more on the subject, I didn't particularly feel like having a mental breakdown, I ran to the bedside table and downed the advil with the water also sitting there, and read the note.
Sweetie,
Good morning. :) Feeling better? I hope so.
Just in case, I made chicken soup before I left. Extra broth, just how you like it. It's in the microwave if you want it.
I have football practice until 3, and then we'll go get your stuff and move you into my apartment. Are you as excited as I am? I hope. :)
Love you,
Em.
Em. What did that stand for? The advil were starting to work, the haze starting to evaporate from my mind, allowing me to think easier, and remember some things from the previous night.
Emmett! That's his name! The man who this terrific scent belong to. The man with the beautiful sparkling blue eyes and gorgeous dimples. The man I…married.
I groaned, loudly. And then looked back to the clock. 3:12pm.
Emmett would be home any second. …shit.
I glanced for the first time at what I was wearing. My favorite pair of black lacey boyshort underwear were all that was covering my bottom half. I groaned again, it seemed that was the only noise I could make. I had on my black cami, bra-less. Uh-oh… did I have sex with Emmett?
I wasn't a virgin, but I didn't want my first time with my soon-to-be-ex husband, that thought made me smile, to be forgotten.
Actually, maybe I did.
And that's when the front door opened, somewhere in the apartment. I didn't exactly know my way around.
"Alice? Babe?"
Fuck! What was I supposed to do? Act all lovey-dovey like he seemed hell-bent on doing?! Or tell him the truth, that I MUST'VE been drunk last night, and this was all a big misunderstanding?!
I didn't get the chance to do either of those things, because while I still debating, the god himself walked into the room. My jaw dropped looking at him.
He had to have been at least 6'4", 6'5". His muscles strained against his tight, blue t-shirt. His jeans were rather low on his hips, and I could see the V underneath his shirt, leading down into those jeans. But my eyes kept going back to his face. To his stunning blue eyes. To his perfect smile, with the deep dimples. To his curly dark brown locks. And the scent wafting from him, god that glorious scent. I felt like drooling. Or punching him. Or both.
He must've seen my expression, flickering between desire and fury, because he chuckled. Loudly. And it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever heard.
Get yourself together, Alice! He got you to marry him, drunk! You don't ever want to see him again! I thought, shaking my head slightly.
"Earth to Mary Alice Cullen. Is there a brain functioning inside that beautiful head of your's?" He inquired, walking towards me. In the back of my mind, I noticed I now knew my last name, and the way his eyes lingered on my underwear.
"Did we have sex?" I blurted out. Well, I had to ask eventually, and now was as good a time as any.
Emmett pursed his lips. "No. I didn't think you'd remember if we did." He looked regretful. I looked furious.
"BUT YOU THOUGHT IT WAS OKAY TO GET MARRIED?!" I shouted, pacing the length of the room.
He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose, and walked over to his bed, patting the space beside him. I made no advance towards where he sat. "Alice, honey, have you ever met someone and known you were meant to be? Known that they were the only person in the entire world for you? Call it intuition, or maybe just instinct, but when I saw you in the club last night, a drink almost being forced down your throat, I thought I was dreaming. Hell, I HAVE seen you in my dreams before. You may not remember it, as I hoped you would," He grimaced, "but I love you. With all my heart. Can't you at least give me – us – a chance?" He finished, a puppy-dog look on his perfect face.
I looked at him skeptically. "A CHANCE?! You should've thought about that last fucking night! When I was agreeing to all this shit, WASTED! What, did you think magically I would think the same sober? That it was sane to marry someone I'd known for maybe 2 hours? I don't know you!"
Emmett had his head in his hands. When he looked up, his face was blank. Completely void of emotion. The icy blankness hurt, deep. But why did that hurt? I was the one rejecting him. Hmph. "Well, you need me to sign the divorce papers, and I won't do it. I think, no, I KNOW, we were meant to be Alice. And somehow, I will prove that to you."
He stood, all sorts of resolve written on his face, and strutted over to me. Looking down at me, I had to have been at least a foot shorter than him, he grabbed me by the waist, pulled me up to his height, and kissed me. Hard. All his passion was thrown into this kiss, and it happened so quickly all I had time to do was kiss back. I wrapped my arms firmly around his neck, and my ankles connected behind his back. His hands kneaded the flesh exposed above my underwear.
And then my senses came back to me, and I smacked him.
"Ow, babe. That hurt." He grimaced, rubbing his check, and letting me down to the floor.
I crossed my arms over my chest, noticing how tight his jeans were, and smirked. "You WILL sign those divorce papers. Now, where're my clothes? I know I didn't come in just this." I said, gesturing to my half-naked body.
He muttered something that sounded suspiciously like 'I COULD make you come in just that', and led me to the main room of his apartment.
As I suspected, this room was very orderly, too. Cream colored walls, with a nice contrasting navy carpet, and various pictures of him and (what I suspected was) his family. I followed him to the large couch, and grabbed my jeans, socks, flats, and overshirt from his giant hand.
I dressed quickly, wanting his wandering eyes off of me.
"So, wifey, whatcha wanna do today?" Emmett said from behind me.
"How about, we go find a cliff, and I push you off?" I said, my voice oozing with fake sweetness.
"Aww. That's a low blow, Ali." I turned to face him, angerly. "Do. Not. Call. Me. Ali." I responded, fuming. That was my childhood nickname, I'd hated it since high school.
He sighed. "See, I do know things about you. Do you really not remember last night at all? We talked for hours on end, about everything. How else would I know that scar on your left shoulder in from a biking accident because a squirrel ran in front of you and you swerved and fell? How else would I know that your favorite desert of all-time is the chocolate-coconut cake you had when you visited your Grandma when you were a kid? Hmm, Ali?"
My eyes involuntarily teared up. I had to acquiesce; very few people knew any of that. I tended to ramble on and on about the current topic, and never hovered on me or my past.
So, instead of staying and letting him talk me into this nonsense, I walked over to the front door, turned around, and said, "Goodbye Emmett." And ran down the 3 flights of stairs from the fourth floor to the first, and ran out and caught a cab.
I gave him directions to my house, sobbing the entire way.
Would he really refuse to sign those damned divorce papers?
So is this a good idea for a story? Yes or no?
That's 6 and a half pages right there. :) If I continue (AKA if you like it), the chapters'll probably be about 6-10 pages long each. :)))
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Xoxo,
Courtney.