You're all completely shocked, right? Me? Writing again? It's a sign of the apocalypse. Nah, I just was really in a writing/Legally Blonde mood and so I decided to whip up this two-parter. The second part will come soon.
Disclaimer: Legally Blonde: The Musical does not belong to me in any way, shape, or form, and neither do the characters or actors or anything.
"To Elle—the best damn lawyer there is!"
Elle Woods was obviously in too good of a mood to correct Brooke in the little slip of tongue when she called Elle a lawyer. After all, Elle was still merely an intern. Just an intern who happened to win an immense murder trial.
All around the foyer—consisting of marble floor and retro paintings lining the white walls—of Brooke Wyndham's mansion, hands raised glasses of champagne to toast a certain blonde and cheer wildly for a moment or two. As she began the ever-so modest speech of gratitude, Emmett Forrest walked briskly towards the table presenting alcohol and snacks in all their deliciously scandalous glory. He placed the crystal glass down, smacking his lips tastelessly, squinting his chocolate eyes somewhat. He had never been a champagne sort of guy—much too dry. As he looked over the table for another drink, water possibly or that Red Bull stuff, he was soon caught off-guard but another loud exclamation.
"Well we can't forget Emmett guys!"
As soon as he heard his name, he spun around on his heel, and was smack dab in front of Elle. Soon enough he was being hauled to the center of the room, a place he was never too fond of. He didn't seem to do so well when he was the center of attention. He tried halting her in any way possible—muttering excuses, trying to stop his feet from actually walking, but nothing worked with her. This was when his eyes fell on her hand grasping his arms. The small, dainty fingers seemed to fit snug around his arm and he couldn't help but let a fleeting smile pass over his features.
"He graduated just a couple of days ago. I say mad props for that!" She cheered around and embraced him warmly for a moment as everyone else exuberantly applauded and bellowed their approval. As soon as the hug had started, it had ended and he was left stranded with everyone's gaze on him.
"Er, thanks, guys…it's nothing compared to Elle, though, so please, give her the attention." He chuckled sheepishly and raised his hand, void of a drink, to acknowledge them all before slipping back into the crowd who seemed to take his word. Elle was once more the center of attention of nearly everyone at the party. Most people he didn't even know either. This must have been Elle's every night back at UCLA, Emmett thought to himself. He wondered if he was missing some huge experience of college by not going to parties on a daily basis.
The party continued as planned—the alcohol was consumed speedily and uproarious events occurred because of it. The guests mingled, laughed aloud, and sang off-key to the blasting music which helped set the up-beat mood.
Perhaps it was best he hadn't gone to any of those parties in undergraduate school. Was he missing a fun gene or something in his DNA? His eyes traced Elle's every movement—her casual grace of flitting about the room, greeting every guest, and laughing casually with them. She was just so damn good at it.
"Congratulations, Emmett."
He nearly jumped out of his skin with the sudden interruption of his thoughts and he spun around once more. This time it was an elegant brunette he was greeted with instead of the preferred high-spirited blonde. This was not to say Vivienne's company was completely unwelcome of course.
"Thank you," he replied meekly, not sure what else to say to that. This party was meant to congratulate Elle's win and Brooke's release, not his graduation. That was a meager accomplishment compared to Elle he so avidly believed. Though the sudden praise from people wasn't half-bad either. As the words ran dry from his mouth, he once more found Elle roaring with laughter alongside Paulette and Kyle.
"She's certainly come a long way, hasn't she? And we all didn't believe she could do it in the beginning." Vivienne's tone showed lucid sanction of her newfound friend but the bitten words ruffled Emmett's feathers.
Not everyone believed she couldn't do it at the beginning. Who did they think helped her all those early months? Who did they think saw something in her no one else did? He knew all too the lengths she had come to be in such a position for he had been there along the entire ride. He was the person who had activated the entire journey in the first place to make her see how dedicated she could become to law.
"She's proven to be many things that people didn't think she was," he concurred with a nod of his head. "She'll go far." His words were simple and yet they held the entire world of adoration and respect. Elle was absolutely perfect in every sense of the word yet she had seemed so incongruous from first glance. They were apples and oranges in the beginning and as time passed, they morphed into two peas in a pod. He felt comfortable at this point with her but there was an ache within him, begging to escape, to sweep her off her feet. Yet why would she choose him? Now that she was finally over Warner, she could have any guy she set her eyes on.
The hours passed. As did Aaron (apparently he's not as alcohol-resistant as he bragged he was). Enid had gotten in a heated debate with someone named Meredith which resulted in the throwing of little chocolates at one another. To say the least, the very least, the party was a hit and as the hours dwindled into the night, people began to slowly stumble home.
Emmett began to wander through the halls, eyes drawn to the clashing and yet pleasing decorum spread throughout the building. Turning into the now abandoned foyer, he walked in on a sight he never though he'd be graced with seeing. Elle had collapsed on the couch, head thrown back on the several throw pillows as she snored softly. Emmett came to the official conclusion that she would look beautiful in any situation thrown at her.
He came to a second conclusion that everyone loved sneaking up on him tonight because he jumped once more when Brooke suddenly touched his shoulder. "Shh," he motioned towards the other blonde quietly and pointed towards Elle. Brooke and Emmett exchanged smiles and silent chuckles. "I should probably get her back to her dorm."
"Oh, don't worry about it, Emmett. She can stay here for the night. I'll make sure she gets to the airport on time tomorrow."
His eyes widened when he suddenly remembered that Elle would be flying back to California tomorrow morning for the summer break. He wouldn't see her again until autumn and they had spent virtually no time together tonight. Was this their good-bye? "No, I think she'd prefer to sleep in her own bed. You know how she is." He chuckled again and his eyes clearly told Brooke that he wouldn't let her stay here and so Brooke nodded.
"I'll driver her car over in the morning."
As the agreement was reached, Emmett padded as quietly as possible across the room to transport Elle to his car. Then he was faced with his predicament: does he carry her or wake her up? She looked so utterly peaceful sleeping but carrying her…well, there were many situations attached to that scenario. He leaned forward to pick her up but then pulled back, hesitating and muttering incoherent nonsense to himself. "What do I do, what do I do…?"
And she seemed to the answer the question for him by stirring slightly and fluttering her eyes open. "Em…Emmett?" As she tried to life her head, she quickly fell back down, a hand shooting to hold her temple. "Ow," she meekly groaned and groggily gazed upwards at the male.
"You're drunk. Come on, I'll drive you home," he offered, holding a hand out to the female.
"Delta Nu girls do not get drunk," she slurred. "That's disgusting. We just get a little ti-tipsy is all," holding her index finger out to Emmett, she tried to focus on it but it was wavering like mad until Emmett just forced her to take his hand. Helping her up, she leaned against Emmett, sprawling her arms around him, causing him to nearly fall over. As he walked throughout the house and she stumbled, the two managed, with only knocking two plants over, to make it to his car.
"I guess this is good-bye for a while, huh?"
Elle looked up at him, eyebrows furrowed and not just because she was seeing two of everything. "What? Oh! Yeah…I guess it is. I didn't even realize that. Emmett, I'm sorry. We never got to have a good-bye dinner or anything."
"A good-bye dinner?"
"Well, yeah. And a congratulations dinner. It'll be months since we'll see each other. I'll be sure to call as long as you do."
"I will, I will."
"Pinky promise?"
Blinking, Emmett shot her a glance before focusing back on the road. Pinky promise that he'd call her? Didn't she already know he'd just about die if he didn't talk her over their break? What else could he have done but give in, though? Lifting a hand from the wheel, they shard an awkward pinky promise but it certainly was a promise.
"Ow! Where's the light? Elle, that's my face."
Managing to flip the light switch on, Emmett glanced around the overly pink dorm room that he had become all too familiar with. "All right. Let's get you to…" At the sudden sound of snoring, Emmett glanced down to the female leaning in his arms. "You've got to be kidding me," he chuckled lovingly and swept his arms around her, heaving her up into her arms to carry her towards the bed. As he tucked her in, he finally took in the moment.
His heart sped up and he could already feel the beads of sweat forming on his palms.
"Any girl would be lucky to have a guy like you, Emmett."
He was shocked by her words and watched her struggle to stay conscious. "Go to sleep, Elle, you've got an early flight. Call me when you get to LA." She nodded drowsily and was soon back in a state of slumber.
Running a hand over his features, Emmett sighed aloud. She's drunk, he told himself over and over again, she didn't mean what she said. Yet watching her sleep there, his heart leapt with hope. Why now? She was leaving tomorrow for a couple of months—so many things could occur in that time frame. Swallowing roughly, Emmett bowed towards her, pressing his lips to her forehead. "Until we meet again little Miss Woods comma Elle."
When all was said and done, he left, shutting the door gently behind him.
