AN: Okay, so this is my 'first' story (at least written in this pen name). This is actually my school assignment, but, as a victim of the O.C.D. (obessive cullen disorder), I couldn't write without writing something about Twilight. So, let me know what you guys think, and that would be fantastic. I've uploaded both stories (unfortunately, the first attempt had failed). Let me know which one you guys think it's better.
One more thing; pretend Emmett and Rosalie is human, and this is their second anniversary.
Emmett's POV
I'm in love.
I, Emmett McCarty Cullen, is in love with Rosalie Lillian Hale.
Just with her long, golden hair and baby blue eyes, it was enough to melt any guy's heart simply by glancing at her. Then one glance would turn into one gaze, one gaze would become a whole gaping session. Well she is smoking hot!
And man… don't even get me started on her body. Those legs…
And her personality, ha! I've lost count of the number of times she 'kneed' me in the groin, or slapped my head – hard.
And I love it.
I love how she can stand up for herself, how she doesn't take crap from anyone (Including me), and I love how she's not just another one of those blonde bimbos.
I love how she has a personality.
Best thing is, she loves me too.
Anyways, this is why I wondered why such a chick would pick me. I mean, I am good looking, but I'll admit I'm a lame-joked goof at times. And most chicks go for the perfect, gentlemanly type…
I don't know much about making chicks happy by being all romantic, but through lessons – and rather painful and frustrating ones, bliss my girl – I think I grasped some concept. All chicks just dig flowers and romantic words on Valentines Day.
But this year, I refuse to give my Rose something as common as flowers and a card. Two reasons, one, it's what every girl with a spouse gets and two – and this is the most important reason – this year is our second year anniversary. Two is a special number. We can only have our two year anniversary once.
I wrecked my brain for ideas, I wrecked my friends' mental well being for ideas, I wrecked my home over fights with my friends for ideas
"Jasperjasperjasperjasperjasperjasp-"
"WHAT!" He yelled.
"Ideas… please…" I whined.
"Oh shut up." He groaned, his hands knotting his hair.
I grinned at the memory. Oh good old Jasper, and his love for me.
So that's how I found myself, on a Sunday morning, standing in "Toys" department in Wal-mart, searching for the toy I had to get Rose.
See that's also how I found the perfect gift. I was so happy, lifting it off the counter, checking it out, exclaiming how perfect it is because it's in Rose's favorite color…
I was happy. I was beyond joyful. Rose was going to be so proud! I had found her something she might like, and came up with the idea all by myself.
Which is why I didn't mind all the shoppers in the huge line staring at me (tall, muscular and (no point in denying it) handsome, holding a huge toy) with wide, shocked eyes, their thoughts obvious in their expression…
Most people thought I was crazy to buy the stuffed bear.
But they don't understand, they don't know, they wouldn't know.
Because none of them have someone as special as my Rosalie.
