I'm keeping this story as OURS, so no it will not be Enchanted. Sorry for the mistake and the wait. I'll try to update more.
*** Chapter three***
Ours- LA, 2011
My life is crazy. It's a life I really don't wish for anyone. I came to Los Angeles, California from Tennessee when I was just eighteen years old. I was young and naïve. I had no clue what I was really getting into. I expected my life to be one huge party when I got here but I quickly learned that it would be the exact opposite. I quickly learned that living in LA cost a lot more money than I was bringing in. Actually I was just living off of the little savings I had saved up over the years living at home. I got my first job in LA after I blew all of that money and realized that I needed some kind of job quickly. My first job was at a clothing store named Abercrombie and Fitch. I had a couple pieces of their clothing but nothing great. It's an expensive place and my parents aren't that rich so I basically lived off of cheap clothing all my life. After telling my ma I'd do double shifts at the farm she finally bought me three pairs of there jeans and two t-shirts my senior year. Anyways working at Abercrombie was great. My job was the easiest position and I got paid the most out of all the positions at the store . I was the guy that all I had to do was stand outside the doors of the store with no shirt, barefoot, and a pair of Abercrombie low cut jeans on greeting people and taking pictures with young random girls. I had two jobs then. I also worked as a cashier at a small market right on the beach. It was an okay job, I didn't have a lot of shifts because I wasn't fully a worker there. They were just testing me out but I was getting paid which was fine with me.
I guess you can say that working at Abercrombie and Fitch is one of the best and the worst things that has ever happened to me. After that summer had passed I had gotten an offer from Abercrombie modeling scouts. They had asked me if I would like to model for Abercrombie's next spring catalog. Of course I said yes. The money they had offered with that was more than I could imagine and I definitely needed all the money I could get. I quickly learned that I loved modeling and I was good at it. I decided to get an agent. When I did the Abercrombie shoot everyone told me I was a natural model and that I could have a great career in modeling and maybe even acting. I was up for new, adventurous things then. I soon quit working at Abercrombie when I got cast for a new TV show on ABC. It didn't make it very far though. It got canceled and I was out of a job before I could really realize how LA worked. What I mean by that is, sure you can get picked up and cast for a new show or a new movie but that doesn't mean that movie or show is going to make it. When I turned nineteen, I was cast for a movie called Stick It. From that moment I was cast for a lot of movies and shows. When I was twenty-two years old I was cast for a mini-series that would be filmed in South Africa for six months. It wasn't a big part actually, it was a really small part but I took it anyways because it was an opportunity of a life time. I learned a lot over the time period I was in Africa and I created a lot of brotherly bonds with men that I will forever be friends with. As soon as I got back from Africa, I got cast for a new movie named Twilight. I was twenty-three at the time. I really didn't expect it to become really big. I thought it was like all my other movies. I quickly came to realize as the due date for the premier came closer that it wasn't just some small movie, it was huge. I was shocked and definitely surprised. The fan base for the movie was very large; larger than I could ever imagine.
It seemed that Bella didn't notice who I was. She must not be familiar with the movie. Which is a surprise. Only people who live under rocks don't know what Twilight is. It comes in second to Harry Potter for being most famous movie in the world. I still don't get how she doesn't know who I am. All you have to do is turn on the TV and you'll hear something about the movie or about the stars of the movie. I'm used to people storming me, asking me for autographs and pictures. I love my fans, I really do. It's just that sometimes I just want to be normal. I just want to be around people who don't care about that kind of shit, people that see past the acting and the stardom. That's why I love being around my family back home in Tennessee. I don't really care about the famous thing. I understand that comes with the job I have. I don't care about the money I make or the magazine covers I am on. This might sound so cliché or it might not but I am so thankful for being able to work but enjoy what I do at the same time. I really didn't expect to get into acting like I did. I am happy that I did though, because I've learned a lot over the pass seven years. It may be hard and sometimes I don't like the extra things that come with it but I love what I do and that will never change.
I felt a small tug on my shorts. I looked down coming out of my trance. I looked into the bright blue eyes of Palmer. "Emmy, I think mommy is waking up." he whispered up at me, his cute little boy accent clearly hearable.
"Uh oh buddy, we better run," I replied. I picked him up easily and threw him over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes. I felt his little hands grip my shirt making it crawl up my tummy. He let out a loud squeal than a peal of loud laughter. I groaned knowing now Bella would definitely be totally awake and that she'd see how messy we made the kitchen. "Sshhh bud," I shushed Palmer gently, I felt him bury his face into my back to stifle his cute little giggles.
"What are you two doing?" I heard the sleepy, tired voice of Bella. I looked over at her, she was now standing up. She stretched her arms over her head making her shirt pull up and show her toned stomach. She looked so cute with her hair all messy and her clothes all messed up. I wanted to wake up to the sight of her every day. What the hell McCarty? Are you a fucking girl?
"Look who's awake Palmer," I lifted Palmer up by the waist and set him on the counter on his feet. I kept my hands on his waist so he wouldn't fall off. That would definitely be bad. He immediately turned to Bella with an 'I didn't do anything' look on his face. Bella looked at him like he was weird but than looked at the kitchen. I fallowed her gaze. My once clean kitchen was now the farthest from being clean. Basically our try to make chocolate cake plan didn't turn out like we wanted. Everything was everywhere. When I say everywhere, I mean everywhere; on the counter, on the floor, on the cabinets, my stove, my fridge. . . everywhere. I looked back at Bella, her mouth was dropped open and her beautiful brown eyes where as wide as wide can get.
"What did you two do?" she demanded walking towards the kitchen. I snatched Palmer off of the counter because he was about to step in cake mix. I set him on my hip.
"Mama, Emmy and I tried to bake you a cake. . . but we messed up. All we wanted to do was make you happy," Palmer told her with a cute little pout on his face. Her face softened at the sight, I mean even my heart melted a little bit. Okay, I lie. It melted a lot. How much cuter can this kid get? I sat him back on the counter but made sure he sat this time.
"Ah baby, thank you. Next time you wanna make mama a cake though, ask her to help you," she laughed, he smiled happily and nodded. She went to walk forward to grab him but slipped on all the cake mix that covered the floors. I threw myself forward not wanting her to get hurt. I caught her by the waist but ended up slipping myself, bringing the both of us down. I landed on my back and she landed on top of me.
"That didn't work out to well," I grunted out, I looked at Bella who's face was hovering right over mine. Her whole face is covered in a dark red blush.
"I'm so sorry Emmett," she murmurs, her face crinkling up in worry.
I let out a booming laugh. "Bella don't apologize, if anything it was my fault." She smiled at me, her whole face lighting up. She looks happy. That's a good sign right? I groaned. Why do I feel this way?
"Oh, I'm probably uh, killing you right now," she stuttered making me confused. Killing me right now? Oh, she means her weight on top of me. Truthfully, I haven't even been paying attention to her weight. Fuck, It's like having a small puppy on top of me. I can't feel any weight.
"Are you kidding me? You weigh as much as a feather," I exclaimed, I watched as Bella blushed darkly again. She must do this a lot I am sensing.
"You do that a lot," I whispered putting my hand on her warm cheek. I don't know if this is possible but she blushed even darker.
"I'm sorry," she muttered. Why is she sorry?
"No, it's cute," I smiled happily wrapping my arms around her waist and hugging her to my chest enjoying her warmth.
"Mama?" Palmer's soft voice broke me out of hugging Bella to death.
Bella sighed. "One second baby."
I let my arms fall to the side as Bella pushed off of my chest getting up. I immediately missed her warmth against me. She offered her hands to help me up. I took her small hands in mine knowing it would do no good for her to help me up but wanting to feel her just a little longer. I stood up and slowly let her hands fall out of mine as she grabbed Palmer off of the counter. I brushed my basketball shorts off.
"I'll clean it up Emmett," Bella told me, I laughed. She doesn't think she has to clean up the mess I made?
"Belle," I froze. Ah shit, I called her Belle. I cleared my throat. "You're one silly girl," I chuckled shaking my head. "The kitchens not your fault or Palmers. Don't worry, I'll just call the cleaners."
"Call the cleaners? Em, I, you, you don't have to waist your money on this mess," she told me looking serious, she glanced at my messy kitchen. I took note that she called me Em. A lot of people call me Em but it's just different when she calls me Em.
"Belle, it's not big deal. I have cleaners come every other day anyways. Like I said no big deal," I shrugged simply trying to calm her down a little. It really isn't a big deal. The cleaners rarely have to clean anything up here. I'm a pretty clean guy. My house isn't messy.
"If you say so," she whispered sounding unsure. I smiled brightly at her.
I turned to Palmer who was staring at me with an amazed look on his cute little face. "What you staring at little man?" I teased him. He giggled blushing slightly. I let out a booming laugh, just like his mama.
"Superman Emmy? Can I see your super powers?" Palmer asked me sounding so young, so innocent. I grinned at him striking a superman like pose. He squealed happily, I bit my lip to keep me from laughing.
"I'll show you super strength," I told him. I snatched him out of Belle's arms meeting her beautiful brown eyes along the way. She smiled at me and I grinned back. I probably looked like a complete utter idiot right now, grinning like a fool. . . Being myself.
"Emmy!" Palmer screamed wiggling in my grip as I held him high above my head. He was all smiles and laughter. I looked over at Belle winking at her.
"Ready little man?" I boomed loudly. His tiny little shoulders went into a little shrug. I laughed throwing him up in the air. He screamed happily.
"More Emmy, more!"
I threw Palmer easily up in the air. I didn't even try counting how many times I did, I just focused on how happy he was. . . How happy I am.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Belle walking towards the two of us with a beautiful smile on her beautiful face. She winked at me, I noted that she held a towel in her hands. She smacked my butt with it laughing as I stuck my tongue at her.
"Alright boys, enough. Em I think Palmer is going to get sick if you keep throwing him up in the air like that," she informed me. I set Palmer on the floor.
"Emmy's superman, Emmy's superman!" he cheered loudly.
"Oh no buddy. You got to keep quiet about that. It's a secret, remember?" I knelt down to his level with a fake seriousness. He looked up at me with wide blue eyes that reminded me of my dads, of mine.
"Got it Emmy. It's a secet, got it!" he nodded, his cute face scrunched up with the same seriousness that I had put out to show for him.
I stood back up and looked at Belle. She was staring at the both of us with an amazed, amused face.
"What?" I asked her.
"Nothing, you're just really good with him," she answered with a shrug before grabbing my hand in hers. I looked down at our entwined hands. Her tiny hand fit in my large one perfectly. Wow, starting to think like a girl Emmett. Belle pulled me over to the couch and sat me down. She lifted the towel up to my face. I gave her a confused look.
"You have some uh, cake mix on your face. . . Well actually more like everywhere," she laughed and started to wipe my face gently.
I felt different. I felt a way that I haven't felt in a real long time. I felt like this is where I belong. I belong here with Belle and Palmer. I feel content with my life. It's been so crazy over the past year. I've had friends come and go. People have just stuck with me because I'm famous and I'm rich. I know that this isn't something that is fake. These feelings that I feel are real. I know that for a fact Belle and Palmer will stay in my life and I will make sure of that because for the first time for years I feel like I'm home.