I lied. I wanted to get this out. Maybe more later. If not, see ya tomorrow!
~Edward~
I groaned internally as I tossed my book aside. I may as well humor her. Hopefully that would appease her and I can get back to my studies. I loved her dearly, but she always tried to push women on me that she deemed my perfect match or wanted to drag me clubbing with her. I wasn't even old enough to get into these clubs, but that didn't stop her from trying to drag me anyway. I've never given in and always had an excuse at the ready.
"Rose," I said, opening the door. I feigned sleepiness, hoping she would hurry this up.
She stood there hand on hip, one perfectly sculpted eyebrow raised, and holding a rather large shopping bag. I gave her a quick once-over. She had on a black, strapless dress that barely covered all her… parts, with mile-high matching boots. The heel on those things had to be five inches, at least. Thank heavens our parents were out. She may be twenty-one, but I knew they would not agree with her attire.
She pushed past me, taking a seat on my computer chair, and I knew my act was hardly Oscar worthy.
"So," she continued. "My new man's band 'Torn' is performing tonight at Lost Horizon and you are so going with. I really want you to meet Em. He snagged us free passes and added us to the list to meet them backstage after the show." Then she bit her bottom lip and smiled up at me. "Please." Oh no, there was that pout. Rose must really want this, pulling the big guns out. She knows I can't refuse that face.
I let out a groan. "Rosalie, I have a lot of work to do and you know I don't like the idea of clubs." She huffed and rolled her eyes before looking over at my bed.
"Oh come on, Edward. You never go out. You're always stuck in here, studying!" She actually made finger quotes, which earned a small laugh from me. As if she thought I was doing something else. "Please, please, please? I really like Emmett. I think he may be the one." Yeah, I have heard that before. Let me see, I believe I remember Jared being the one. Oh, who could forget Liam? They were both members of other bands, of course. My sister may say I'm a nerd, and I had to give her that, but she was the epitome of a groupie.
"Fine," I conceded. "But I'm driving. And once I've met this Emmett, I'm gone." Her face lit up and she gave me a huge hug.
"Thanks Eddie," she said kissing my cheek. "I promise you'll have fun. The band is so hot and their sound is insane!" Yeah, there goes that dreamy look again. Ugh. "Here's some stuff for you to wear tonight. " She left the bag on my bed and started to leave the room.
"Oh, and Rose," she looked back, "for the millionth time, don't call me Eddie!"
She just smiled and blew a kiss. I cringed, downright petrified of what the night might entail.