"So, how long is this car ride going to take?" Rosalie asked as they hit the highway and Alice put the pedal to the medal, speeding up to about one-hundred.
"Oh my guess is anywhere from six to eight hours. It depends if the police decide to patrol a certain section of the highway. If they don't it shouldn't take all that long. And I think my baby can make it, but I'm afraid we might have to stop at the gas station again. Perhaps Mike will be working there again." She giggled as Rosalie groaned.
Sure enough, around the same spot they stopped before, the porsche started running low on fuel, so Alice pulled into the same gas station again.
"Want to go in and say hi to Mike?" she joked. Rosalie growled.
"Not particularily. I'm not sure I want to know what Mike thinks of me. its probably not good."
Alice laughed. "Probably not. But too late. Look who's coming out right now," she pointed out the window, and just as Rosalie feared, Mike was walking up to them. "Be a doll and pump my gas for me will you? I feel the need for a coke."
"Ha ha ha. Maybe I'll actually make you drink this coke." Rosalie drug herself out of the porsche and faced Mike.
"Hi Mike." Rosalie plastered a false smile on her face. "I don't think I need help this time. You were such a good teacher last time I came here, I've managed to master the art of pumping gas."
"Oh." he was quiet for a moment. "Well that's good news, I guess. See you around." He turned around and started shuffling back inside.
"Wait Mike." Rosalie called.. "I guess you could help again, I guess. Couldn't hurt anything." "Couldn't hurt anything besides my status. Stupid human emotions." She thought as he turned around.
"Really?!" he ran back to her.
"Yeah, why not. What have I got to loose?"
"Great. Okay, so like last time, we start with unscrewing the gas cap……."
Rosalie smiled, and actually listened to what Mike was saying, until she heard Alice whispering to her from inside the store.
"Awww, you two look adorable together."
"Oh shut up Alice. Or I'll tell Jasper you went to dinner with some random guy while we were in Chicago." Rosalie whispered under her breath, to low and fast for Mike's ears to pick up.
Alice's musical laughter rang out. "Like he'd believe that?"
"I guess your right. Well fine, I won't let you help me with my wedding plans." Alice shut up, and Rosalie smiled, turning back to Mike as he finished screwing on the gas cap.
"Thank you so much Mike. I'll never forget these lessons." Rosalie said in a very dramatic voice, placing her hand over her heart.
Mike didn't get the fact she was joking around. "Me either," he whispered, evidentally thinking Rosalie couldn't hear what he said.
Just then Alice danced over to them. "Sorry to break up the party, but we really gotta get going to beat the rush!" she grabbed Rosalie's arm and pulled her in the porsche.
Getting back on the highway, Alice turned to Rosalie. "So I was thinking, are you going with roses or some other flower as your boquet?"
"I haven't even thought about it. I suppose I'll ask Emmett."
"Emmett? Your going to let him choose the flowers?"
"Yeah, why not?"
"I donno, maybe because its EMMETT! Mr. I-can't-even-choose-my-own-shirt, and you want him to choose something as important as the wedding flowers. Oh my poor brain, how can you comprehend this tragedy?" Alice put her hand to her head. "I think I feel a headache coming on."
"Silly vampire, we can't get headache's," Rosalie taunted. "But no seriously, I do want Emmett to have a part of this. I realize he'll hate me for it, but I want him to have some part in our wedding. Well, some other part than walking down the isle that is."
"Alright, I guess if that's what you want. I suppose that means we'll be going with something like orchids then? He like orchids right?"
"Yeah, he does. But he might also choose roses. He tends to like whatever I like. What about tulips? Do you think they'd be an okay flower?"
"Please say your joking. Tulips at a wedding? You might as well get married in black if you want that. Try NOT."
"Alright."
Conversation went on for awhile, trading ideas about the theme of the wedding. They also discussed flowers, bridesmaid's dresses, possible wedding styles, where to get the dress, and the veil.
"I don't know. I'm thinking I might get one with beading on the edge. I saw a really pretty one awhile ago in a bridal catalouge."
"Are you sure? I thought you were going with a soft misty type one." She smacked her hand over her mouth. "Oops, I probably shouldn't have said that. Sorry, it just slipped out."
"Its ok. I was thinking about asking Esme what she thinks about what type of veil I should have. She's pretty good with things like this."
"So pretty much with this wedding, everyone's in on it?"
"Pretty much everyone."
They rode in relative silence for the rest of the way, delving into Alice's new collection of music.
"What's this?" Rosalie picked up one CD, popping it in. "Hmmm, I'm not sure I like this one." She pulled it out. "Soulja boy? Who the hell is he?"
"I have no idea. Do you want me to put that in the reject pile."
"Yeah, please do. Soulja boy dance? What is he talking about?"
Finally though, after what seemed like an eterinity because of police patrols, they hit the outskirts of Washington. Because of a multitude of police cars and slow speeds of seventy miles per hour, it ended up being about four in the morning when Alice and Rosalie pulled into the Cullen's driveway.
"Think we'll wake anyone up?" Alice whispered. The girls giggled at the thought of it.
"Who do you think is home?" Rosalie asked as Alice put the porsche in park.
"I have no idea. Edward's probably spending the night at Bella's, as usual. Carlisle's working; I know that for a fact. It's probably just Esme, Jasper, and Emmett who's home. But Esme might be hunting tonight, I'm not one hundred percent sure though, so don't quote me on it.
"Alright, I won't quote you." They got out of the car and went around to the trunk. Popping it open, the girls started grabbing bags to take inside.
Suddenly Jasper flew from the house and came charging at the girls. He threw his arms around Alice and hugged her tightly.
"Hello Alice, Rosalie. Need help?"
"Yeah thanks baby." Alice shoved some bags in his arms. "These ones are mine. Just take them up to our room, and come back."
He left, and reappeared about five seconds later. "You need help Rosalie?" he asked as Alice loaded him up again.
"Naw, I can get them all up to my room in one trip. By the way, where are Esme and Emmett?"
"Esme went to visit Carlisle at the hospital, and Emmett's hunting. He didn't expect you back until like Monday morning. After you sent him that amazing care package, he sorta went crazy. It took hours for me and Edward to finally calm him down. After that he decided to go hunting. He left about six hours ago and hasn't returned. You could try calling him, but last time I tried it, I got voicemail."
"Oh," Rosalie's face fell. She was quiet for a second before something dawned on her. "And by the way, you can't blame me entirely for sending Emmett that lingerie. It was originally Alice's idea."
"My idea! Oh come on Jazzy, you don't believe that do you?" Alice stared up at him with innocent eyes.
"I'm not sure what I believe. But hey, come on, let's go for a drive. I missed you too much." He snaked his arms around her and pulled her to the car. She screamed in laughter.
Rosalie stood there, watching them drive off, spitting gravel everywhere. Once they disappeared completely, she shifted the bags in her arms and started to slowly walk inside.
Pushing open the front door, Rosalie's jaw dropped. The lights were all dimmed, and there were thousands of candles lit everywhere. Bunches of roses filled the room with their musky scent.
"Emmett?" Rosalie called, taking careful steps inside. She felt something under her feet and looked down. There were rose petals scattered on the floor, leading upstairs.
"Emmett!" she called again. "Are you here?"
There was no response, and Rosalie couldn't hear anything, but it didn't stop her from calling out to him as she walked upstairs and followed the trail of rose petals that lead into her room.
She pushed open the door to their room, and stopped short. The bags in her arms all slipped to the floor as her jaw fell.
Emmett had re-decorated their room, entirely. The lights were dim, just like the downstairs. There were also hundreds of red roses, but these roses were carefully dusted in shimmer powder, and sparkled beautifully. He had moved everything to the edge of the room accept for their huge king-sized bed which he had carefully made up with gold silk sheets and had artfully placed matching pillows on there. Somehow, Emmett rigged up a spotlight, so the bed looked like the center of the room, and made it seem like nothing else mattered but the bed.
She smiled as she walked over to the bed. Emmett was the sweetest. As she came up to it, she noticed there was something lying on the bed – a package and a tape recorder. The tape recorder had a sticky note with the words Listen to this first written on it. She grinned and hit play
Hey Rosalie, the tape started. I'm sorry about the lingerie thing. Your right, I had no right to do that to you, and I'm really sorry. Concider what's in the box to be my peace offering. Like Jasper told you, I am probably out hunting, but I promise I'll be home soon and we can talk. I love you. there was the faint click as the recorder shut off from Emmett's voice, leaving the room once again filled with slience.
Not waiting a second longer, Rosalie took the top from the box and stared at what was inside. It was a dress, a maroon dress. Beautiful, with spagetti straps and sparkles, it was just what Rosalie adored. She lifted it out of the box. Holding it up to her, it fell barley past her knees.
"Oh Emmett, its beautiful!" she spun around the room, laughing like a little girl. A smile spread across her face, a real smile.
Running into the bathroom, she took a lightning fast shower and washed her hair using a new shampoo. It smelled like cherries. Blowdrying her hair, she let it fall into its normal loose curls, with only a little help of a curling iron.
Slipping into the dress, Rosalie marveld at how well it fit her. Glancing at her reflection in the mirror, she felt happy.
"I love you Emmett." She whispered to the mirror, touching it lightly.
"I know you do, I love you to my sweet Rose."
Rosalie whipped around. "Emmett? When did you get home?" she grabbed the door handle leading to the bedroom, and hesitated for a second before opening it.
Letting the mist from her shower swril around her, she stood there, bathed in the glow from the bathroom lights, and the candles.
"Hi Emmett," she said shyly, taking a careful step towards him. he had his back to her, and was looking out the window.
She ran up to him and put her arms around his waist, hugging him tightly. "I love my dress, its beautiful."
He broke his composure and pulled her into his arms. "I'm so sorry Rosalie, I –" Rosalie silenced him with a kiss. "Shhh, its alright. I'm sorry too."
His smile told her she was foregiven, and so did his kiss.
Finally he broke away from her. "I have something else for you. here, come over here." He grabbed her and and led her to the bed. "Stand, right," he bit his bottom lip, surverying what he had to work with. "Right here." He grabbed her shoulders and positioned her right next to the bed.
Getting down on one knee, he pulled out a familiar white satin box.
"Emmett!" Rosalie cried softly, her breath catching in her throat.
"Rosalie Lillian Hale," he started, opening the box and showing Rosalie her sparkly diamond ring. "Will you marry me again?"
"Yes! Oh Emmet, yes!" he stood up and lovingly placed her engagement ring right where it belonged, on her finger.
They lay on their bed, fingers entwined, just enjoying being together. Emmett played with Rosalie's hair, running his fingers through the silky strands.
"What is that smell?" he lifted a handful of hair to his nose and burried his face in it.
"Its this new shampoo I picked up in Chicago. Its cherry scented. Why? Do you not like it or something?"
"No, I love it."
"Good." Rosalie ran her finger up and down Emmetts arm, tracing his veins. Suddenly her diamond caught some light and started sparlking like crazy.
"Huh?" she looked up. "Emmett McCartney Cullen," she looked at him. "Care to explain this?" she nodded up at the cealing.
"Oh yeah, that. I sorta got carried decorating."
"So you rigged a mirror above our bed?"
Emmett grinned sheepishly. "Yeah." He kissed her. "You know you love me."
Rosalie sighed, shaking her head. "And there are some days I question why. Seiously Emmett darling, a mirror?"
He grinned, and started playing with the strap on her dress in a sly attempt of taking it off of her.
"Emmett, stop." Rosalie jerked the strap away from him. "Remember?" she flashed her left at him.
"Your not serious are you?"
"I have my rules. Besides, I wanna get married really soon, like in three months or less. Come on, please do this, for me." she added after a thought. To further convince him, she leaned over and lightly kissed him.
"Fine, I'll do it for you. but, on our honeymoon, you have to wear that lingerie you bought that you sent to me."
"Deal." The shook on it and Rosalie put her lips back on his.
They lay together all night long, just being together, waiting for the morning light, and for everyone else to get back home so they could tell the good news.
