Main Pairing : Emmett and Bella
Age, Occupation and Appearance:
Bella is 19. A college student/party planner. Kristen Stewart with green eyes.
Angela is 19. A college student/party planner. Christian Serratos.
Emmett is 21. New York Jets Quarter Back. Kellan Lutz with blonde hair.
Edward is 19. Emmett's brother. Robert Pattinson.
Setting : Seattle 2009
Rated : M for future.
POV: Bella Swan.
Declaration: All things Twilight do not belong to me! But I wish Kellan did * sigh *
First off I want to apologise for how long you guys have been waiting for me to update this! Things got pretty crazy in my life what with school and family stuff so I've just had no time to write! But enough with excuses. I stayed up extra late to get this done for you guys. I'm sick and I've stayed up to just over 1am. Well anyway. I hope you like it.... here it is.
"You did real well here today girls." Billy, our boss said as he surveyed the hall where the party was being held. I couldn't hold back the grin that spread across my space his compliment. Angel and myself had done real good – considering that was the first one we had done alone. We'd decorated the hall with white and green balloons – as the gentleman on the telephone had requested – and draped all the tables with hunter green cloth. Angela had managed to persuade her boyfriend, Ben – who was a part DJ – into DJ'ing at the party. He'd been pretty psyched and easy to persuade once Ange had told him exactly who the party was for.
"Now, you two head home and get cleaned up. Be back here for no later than nine thirty." We didn't need to be told twice. It was only half seven, which meant that they had at least an hour at home to themselves to chill and relax.
"Will do." I called from the office as we grabbed out bags and jackets. "Oh Bill, shall we wear Jet jersey's instead of our usual uniform?" I glanced over at him as I reappeared from the office. He nodded his head in agreement before he punched his number into his cell and began muttering down the speaker. As soon as Ange was ready, we waved him a silent goodbye and hurried out of the shop.
Even though I wasn't having the quiet night in that I previously wanted, I just knew that it was going to be a darn good night. I couldn't keep the smile off of my face as we climbed into my truck and headed back to our apartment.
//// forty five minutes later///
When we got back we made ourselves some grilled cheese sandwiches before separating and heading to our rooms to relax for a bit and then dress dress in our clothing for work. I figured that would be as good a time as any to clean up the mess I had created this morning. I grabbed all the dirty clothes – including the now red-bull soaked towel and shoved them into my laundry bag in the corner of my room. Of course though, my carpet was still sticky from the sugary drink. Ew. I disappeared from my room for a short moment, to return with a bowl of warm soapy water and a cloth. As quickly as I could, I rubbed over the carpet removing all the trace of the spillage that I could.
Before I knew it, it was almost time to head back out to work. Honestly though, tonight I was pretty excited to head back. Not only because this was gonna be a celebrity filled night, but because this was my first event that I planned alone with Ange. I made my way to my wardrobe and draws and shuffled through them. Seen as I was already a supporter of the Jet's, I already had a jersey. Of course it was number 11, which just so happened to be the very hot quarterback's number. Angela on the other hand had to ring her boyfriend and get him to fetch her his jersey.
Quickly I got undressed and changed into fresh underwear and clothes. Your average teenage girl who knew that they would be mingling with celebrities would most likely wear a thong, a frilly bra and a very short skirt and low cut top. But not me. I dressed in a pair of comfy girl boxers, supporting balcony tee-shirt bra, a pair of dark blue skinny jeans and my jersey. I'm all about comfort. Again, instead of the heals, I opted for safe flat black converses. Tonight was not a good time for me to attempt to be able to walk around in anything other than flat shoes. I was most likely already going to have trouble with them.
I applied another layer of eyeliner and mascara and dusted my lids with a shade of grey eye shadow.
"Bella, you ready? Ben's here." Angela called, as she knocked on my door. In reply, I yanked my door open and grinned at her.
"Hell yeah, I'm ready. Let go rock this" I laughed as I grabbed my cell and headed out.
We had decided that Ben would drive us there an back, so Angela and myself could have a couple of drinks while we were drinking. His driving was slightly lethal though.. we made it down town in record time. That was another reason why I loved my truck, I was never at risk of going that fast. Thirty was the most it could do. Ben dropped me and Ange off at the front of the venue before driving around the back to finish taking in his DJ'ing equipment.
"Billy, we're here." Ange called as we entered the hall. It was already pretty loud and busy. But it was clear that the main party guests were still yet to arrive.
"Girls!" he called, as he approached us and kissed us both on the cheek. "You did a wonderful job here! Well done again! What time are the guys arriving?"
I glanced down at my cell and back at my boss. "The guy on the phone said he wanted it ready for ten. So then I guess." He nodded his head and disappeared claiming he needed to do some stuff in his office before he had to mingle again.
Me and Angela headed over to the bar, placing our bags behind there for safe keeping. We chatted idly between ourselves, drying glasses and placing them under the bar ready for use shorty. By now Ben had got the music going and at a reasonable level for a party.
Before we knew it, the room began filling up with guys who were clearly football players. Big, muscley and kind of intimidating looking. I poured away drinks that they were ordering – it was a free bar thank god, which meant I didn't have to keep track of how much they owed. I smiled at them and made friendly banter, asking who won the game. It turned they had. I had never been so chuffed in my life.
It was my turn to do do a round of the room and collect all glasses that were now empty. That was kinda the worse part of the job. Yes you got to mingle a bit more with people who never approached the bar, but you also had to deal with the now very drunk football players trying to grope you. Ugh.
I made my way right to the back of the hall, swerving between the body's on the dance floor. Luckily I managed to get away without any of the players touching me up this time and I was grateful. I began loading glasses on to the tray that I was holding when someone fell into a chair beside me. "You, worrrk 'yur?" he slurred, his eyes freely roaming my body. I shuddered slightly. This guy was old enough to be my dad.
I nodded my head, swallowing hard. "Yes, sir. I'm Bella."
Realization became clear on his face as he tried to stand up. I continued to fill the tray with empty glasses, hoping that he would move on, but no such luck. "So you're the girl, or should I say woman, I spoke to on the blower. You've done a very good job here, babe."
I forced a smile onto my lips, "Thank you." He moved himself closer to me, and panic started to creep in.
But before he could get any closer, a low sexy voice called. "Jonno. Leave the poor woman alone will you. I think you're wife is looking for you anyway." I raised my eyes fair enough to see the sexy quarterback standing behind this man who had just been identified as Jonno.
With a grumble, Jonno retreated and stumbled off in the opposite direction. I took a deep breath and quickly continued to finish what I was doing desperate to get back to the bar and tell Angela.
"Sorry about him. He's harmless really." The quarterback spoke, I turned to face him now ready to head back to the bar.
I shook my head "It's ok. Thanks anyway." I began walking away with a full tray towards the bar resisting the temptation to look over my shoulder at the handsome guy.
Just as I reached the bar, I felt a hand tap on my shoulder, I turned around half expecting to be faced yet again with Jonno or someone like him. But it wasn't it was the quarterback, Emmett McCarty. "Fancy a dance?" he asked, ducking his head down to my ear. I bit down on my lip as I glanced backwards at Angela who was nodding her head and mouthing, I'll cover.
"Sure." I pushed past him and headed towards the dance floor. I had to control my breathing. Normally I didn't turn to a big bowl of Jello around boys, but this guy was different. His had came around my waist and turned me to face him when we were in the center.
I started to sway my hips to, Flo Rida's – suga. He ducked his head again so he could be heard above the music and whispered into my ear. "You know. I think you are the sexiest person I have seen in my jersey." Blood flooded to my cheeks. This gorgeous man just said I was sexy. Christ.
Emmett moved us slightly, so I was now straddling his leg, I grinded myself against him completely lost in the moment and music. As the song ended, Emmett took my hand and head me towards the exit of the building. "You know, I never did catch your name."
I blushed again, unable to believe that he had taken an interest in me. Just plain old me. "Bella." I shouted, though I don't know why because we were now out side on the street which was in silence.
"Bella. Perfect for you." He mumbled backing me up against the wall and lowering his lips until they were hovering about his. "Come back to my hotel room?" he asked before taking my lips in a passion filled kiss. I nodded my head, unable to speak once he released my lips. With that he took my hand again and led me down the street towards his hotel.
Well what you think? Meh I preferred the first chapter. But this one will do seen as I've kept you waiting for long enough. Review and tell me what you think, please! I swear I wont make you wait as long for the next chapter. I might even post it tomorrow, if your lucky!
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