Hello ... We still own nada, I wish I owned Emmett, me and him would be BFFs. As always read and review I love to hear your thoughts

RPOV

"Hey Rosalyn, I need to ask you something." Royce slurred at me.

"My name is Rosalie." I corrected him.

"Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" He simultaneous winked and burped. Hot.

"Yeah, and I'm still not quite over the pain. Bye Royce." I smiled before shuffling away in those ridiculous heels.

"Rosie baby, don't leave me this way!" Royce called out, his voice breaking a little.

I chuckled as I manoeuvred my way up Emmett's winding stairs, between couples dry humping every few steps. No matter how many doors I opened, I couldn't find an empty bathroom. Only bedrooms with couples fucking. It amazed me how many bedrooms Emmett's family had. Only three of them lived there and they rarely had visitors who stayed there. Alice and Edward's family were the same. Rich people had so much money, yet so little sense. They could have ceiling swimming pools but choose to take up all this space with bedrooms for horny, acne ridden teenagers to fuck in.

I opened another door, Emmett's room, and sure enough there was another couple fucking on Emmett's couch. They didn't seem to care or notice that I'd walked in so I peeked around the corner to make sure that his bathroom hadn't suddenly moved. I was just about to make a run for it and finally get to pee when I noticed the guy had a little red apple tattooed onto the plumpest part of his ass cheek and was transported to Emmett showing us all his new tattoo in the back of his jeep while he let Alice drive, shaking his naked ass in my face and singing the line 'apple bottomed jeans' repeatedly.

"Fuck, oh my god, Emmett, shit." I spluttered before slamming the door behind me, resting my back against it as tried to get over the shock. Fucking Emmett got the girl again.

I began to laugh uncontrollably as I realised how amusing the situation was, falling back into the door and sliding down as I wobbled on the heels. My laughter soon turned to sobs as I rested my head on my knees.

Why did Emmett have to be such a whore? Why did the only guy who ever made me feel good about myself probably use all the same lines to make other girls feel the same way?

I jabbed at my eyes with the palm of my hands, feeling pathetic. They were covered in black when I pulled them away and I resisted the urge to clean them off against my dress like I usually would with oil and overalls. I was out of my depth.

I got up to leave and getting down the stairs slowed down my escape, I had to turn my foot to the side to balance on the thin steps. I stumbled on the last stair, thinking that I'd gotten the hang of it and one more stair wouldn't be a problem.

I tripped into Royce's hard back, squashing my nose uncomfortably into his shoulder blade. I mumbled a quick 'sorry' and tried to rush off.

"You're falling for me." Royce called out over a remixed Kanye West track, winking as I turned to look at him. I smiled and shook my head, trying to dismiss his words and leave but he grabbed my arm, spinning me to face him, but all I saw was Emmett, standing at the top of the stairs like a confused, adorable baboon as his eyes connected with mine and he finished doing up his pants. His eyes flickered to Royce's hand holding my wrist. But then Tanya was there, wrapping her little bracelet covered wrists around his waist and suddenly the sight of Royce didn't make me so sick.

Royce's muffled voice broke into my conscious "Can you hear me in that pretty head of yours?"

"No." I said "Dance with me?" A grin broke across his sweaty face.

"So you did hear me." He spun me, pulling my arm above my head and dropped his hand to my stomach, pulling my ass against his crotch and I tried not to pull away, instead pushing into him as I swayed to the music closing my eyes to block out how awkward I felt.

He was whispering into my ear and I assumed he was using some shitty line on me, but Emmett was still looking at Tanya was gone so I smiled and asked 'What?'.

"Let's go find a room." He repeated louder this time, and pulled me toward the stairs. I yanked my hand from his grip and he grabbed it again.

I pushed at his chest with my free hand "No." I said through gritted teeth "Not a chance in hell."

EMPOV

I heard the door open as I slid in and out of the beautiful Tanya. It didn't matter to me in the slightest. Sex was an art and art should be displayed, especially art that I'm good at.

"Fuck, oh my god, Emmett, shit." The door slammed shut just as I turned my head to it. Rosalie had watched me fuck someone and it made me want her more. Tanya giggled underneath me until I pulled out of her, jumping up to put my shirt back on.

She aw'ed "You shy Emmett? Don't let this ruin our fun." I ignored her, pulling my Superman boxers on and jumping to keep my balance.

She groaned "Can't finish what you started, huh?"

"Not right now, no."

"You can't be so sure that you'll have another opportunity." I looked at her as I draped my tie around my shoulders, lifting my collar up and sliding it under before placing my hat on my head.

"There will be other opportunities." I winked, stepping into my pants and pulling them up as I left the room.

I stood at the railing of the stairs, scoping the place out of Rosalie as I pulled the zip up and began to thread the belt through the loops.

Why did my parents have to buy such a big house? It made it damn near impossible to find what you wanted, needed to find. Mike Newton passed out on Jessica Stanley's tits, he looked green. Part of me wanted him to puke on her lovely lady lumps; karma for not swallowing my baby gravy. On the other hand I didn't want a piece of art to become a resting place for Newton's puke.

Little hands around my waist startled me, bloody Tanya. But I didn't stop her, couldn't reject her twice in one night.

But then I saw Rosalie, and Tanya's feeling's didn't matter anymore. There she was in all her goodness with who was that fucker? Some bitch from the hockey team who thought he was royalty. Maybe he wasn't so bad, Rose didn't seem to mind his hands all over her, and she was a good judge of character. But his hands were on her luscious ass that made a satisfying noise when I slapped it. My ass, I almost wanted to cock my leg and spray up her.

Her face turned from a smile to a grimace as he tried to lead her to the stairs, and my anger seemed justified as I rushed down the stairs to help her, all chivalrous and fuck.

"Not a chance in hell." Rosie said all strong and independent as always, she didn't need my help. But I wanted to anyway, nobody ever did.

"Dude get your hands off her." I said, hitting him in the back in what could have been friendly had I not wanted to break his spine.

"We're a little busy." Royce said, dismissing me completely.

"One more time, get your hands off her." I tried to be calm.

"Do you know who I fucking am? I'm Royce King dude. I get what I want." He could not be serious.

"Well right now you want some fresh air, and certainly sir, you're welcome to it." I said, grabbing him by the back of his collar and shoving him out the door.

"You go near her again and I'll rip your balls off with pliers and keep them in a jar, got it?"

"What you got a hard on going for the Hale tease," Okay, I thought I was going to be the bigger man and tell the fucker to walk but that shit tipped me over the edge, he had no right to even think about her. Speaking about her was a crime.

I punched him square in the face, twice, his nose crunching in a satisfying way. He'd know better than to mess with Emmett fucking McCarty and co. in the future.

Rosalie was where I left her when I walked back in, I wiped my knuckles against my shirt. Alice wouldn't be happy.

"I'm sorry Emmett, I could have taken care of it myself, I don't know what happened." I wanted to hug her close and tell her to stop being ridiculous, I was only too happy to wade on in and give a helping hand. I needed to get some anger out with all this sexual tension anyway.

"And I'm sorry for walking in on you and Tanya before." She had nothing to apologise for.

"Shit Rose, I should be the one saying sorry to you, you really didn't need to see that," She didn't seem convinced.

"Lets call it even?" I gave her my Emmett smile no chick could resist it not even Miss Hale, I hoped.

"So Rosie, do I get my dance now? You promised." She probably thought I'd forget like I normally do, but not tonight. Eddie changed the song to a slow one and Rose looked as awkward as I felt.

"Oh come on, come here. I promise to keep both my hands where you can see them at all times," I smiled and pulled her closer.

"I can't see them." I could hear the smile in her voice.

"You thought I'd forget, didn't you?" she nodded into my chest.

"I'd never for get about you baby girl," I was pretty drunk so it was more swaying out of rhythm to the music then actual dancing. I rested my chin on her head.

Her head rested in the crook of my shoulder. "Your hair smells good, like cinnamon." Fuck, I couldn't stop sniffing her. It sounded like I had a cold.

I could feel her lips against my neck like tiny little kisses. I kissed her forehead. This time she really did kiss my neck, I moved down to press my lips against her nose and she kissed my chin.

That was it nowhere else to move them to the lips, this was it.

Her lips always looked so chapped and dry at school but I have felt nothing softer. I didn't know how she felt about tongues and I struggled to keep mine in my mouth. I decided it was okay as her tongue pressed against my top lip, I opened my mouth and my tongue met hers.

Suddenly I froze. No Emmett No. No breaky Jasper. Bad sexy Emmett and his charming nature. I couldn't fucking break that promise I made. I was Emmett McCarty and I did not break promises in exchange for all the hymens I broke, or delicately parted as I liked to put it.

I left, practically ran with my tail between my legs to my bedroom where I rested my face against the mirror in my bathroom.

"Dumbass, fucking idiot slut." I chided my reflection.

Have you ever broken a promise?