Another chapter that I got chuckles out of writing…


Going Up?
By Nollie Marie


Rosalie's Story

Emmett's POV

Can't think of anything better to do

"I'm sorry that I have to cut my time here in Seattle short son," my father said for the fourth time in the last ten minutes.

I smiled and swung his suitcase out of the trunk and onto the curb of the airport.

"Nah, it's cool pops," I said, watching as he double checked to make sure he had everything out of the jeep.

"Just wished that your mother and I could stay longer," he said, finding his driver's licenses in his wallet. I smirked and shook my head as my father looked sheepish at me.

"Really, Dad, I'm okay. Besides, she had to go…who exactly gave birth to again?"

"Oh your mother's sister's sister-in-law's cousin's boyfriend's sister," he said.

I blinked.

"Rachel McKay," Dad said as he read my blank look.

"OH! Mom's co-worker…why didn't you just say that?"

"I thought I did," Dad said, giving me now the blank look.

I laughed and hugged my old man.

"So," dad said, raising an eyebrow at me. "Who's this Rose person?"

I felt my cheeks warm up.

"Huh?"

"Oh don't pretend to be innocent," Dad said, laughing. "Your mother found some car magazine open on the coffee table and you had something written on the side of the page that it was open to. Something about female car geniuses, your mother didn't tell me everything. She did tell me that you had written, and I quote, "My dream woman"."

I scratched the back of my head and remember the article in question. I was a subscriber to Car Magazine since I entered the workforce at the age of sixteen. Their main article for this past summer was about female car mechanics and the woman they had written the most on as about a woman named Rosalie Hale. Just reading about how she worked hard to become one of the greatest car mechanics in Seattle. I hadn't yet been able to locate which garage she owned but just reading about her, seeing her glossy red lips curled into a sexy smirk under dark aviator glasses, I had formed a crush on her.

"Boy, I have never seen you blush before."

"Dad, it's nothing. I just read about a girl in Seattle that I bet knows more about cars than I do."

He raised an eyebrow.

"I bet if you'll ever meet her that you'll give her a kiss," he said, smirking.

"Hey, that was one time I kissed a girl before saying hi to her and it was a bet. Earned me a hundred bucks."

"Bet it was worth it when she slapped you."

"Eh, I earned it," I said, shrugging.

Dad turned his wrist over to look at the time. "Well I better go," he said.

I gave him a hug, wishing him to have a good flight home, before getting hind the wheel of the jeep. I was about to start the engine when dad leaned onto the window's edge, scaring the shit out of me.

Smirking, he head out his keycard for the Meyer Hotel. "I had one more night left from when I made the original researvation for your mother and mine second honeymoon…why don't you stay there tonight? I already took care of the bill and about fifty dollar extra for room service or pay per view."

I looked down at the key card before smiling back up at him. "If I haven't told you before, I love ya pops."

Dad winked and said he loved me too before heading towards security finally. Twirling the card between my fingers once, I stuck it into my hoodie pocket before pulling away from the curb. Well I had only planned for tonight was a few hours at the gym before watching some extra action packed movies but I guess I could change them slightly. I was pretty sure that the hotel had a gym and I wouldn't pass up fifty dollars worth of room service and pay per view.

I swung by home to grab a change of clothes before heading to the hotel. I could never afford a stay here but my father had been saving up for a week stay at the hotel for at least two years. I thought it was romantic that they were going on a second honeymoon…I just didn't see why it was so close to where I lived!!

I ended up working out at the hotel's gym, surprised that they had a large selection of weights and other gym like equipment. I lifted a few reps of the different exercises that I did routinely at the gym, listening to my MP3 player.

I was heading across the lobby, wiping off the access sweat off my face with the towel I stole from the gym, when the elevator arrived across the lobby. A blonde stepped into it and pressed a button, turning around. I caught a glance of her face as she looked up at the numbers for a second.

"HOLD THAT DOOR!" I shouted, running for the elevator.

She looked down, her icy blue eyes going wide. I watched her lean forward, towards the buttons, as I jumped over some luggage that was in the middle of the walk way as the owner went to check in.

Grinding my teeth together, I stuck my hands between the metal doors causing them to open again. I grunted as I leaned over to press the floor that my father had booked the room. I glared at the woman who was leaning against the wall of the elevator, looking slightly annoyed about something.

"You could have held the doors opened," I muttered, looking up at the lights.

"And you could have waited for the next elevator," she snapped, dropping something onto the floor of the elevator. I glanced down and saw that it was a duffle bag.

I turned towards the girl as she leaned more fully onto the wall, stretching her legs out to cross them at the ankles casually.

I yanked my ear buds out of my ear, in the middle of my favorite song I might add—"Right Round" by Flo Rida—and stuffed them into my hoodie. I watched as she looked me over once, which gave me the perfect time to check her out as well. She was dressed casually…but designer casually it seemed based on the tag that was sticking out of the low riding camouflage baggy pants. Her blonde hair was golden in color and curled around her face and down her back. She was very familiar, even to the frosty blue eyes that were staring at me.

"I know you from somewhere," I said, folding my arms.

She raised an eyebrow and said nothing. I gave her another once over just to make sure that it was really her. I dropped one arm to reach into the hoodie pocket to finger the room key.

"I remember now," I said, folding my arms over my chest. "This past summer's issue of Car Magazine."

She blinked, looking at me as if I said something in Korean. "Wh-wh-what?" she said, stammering.

"Yeah," I said, smiling. "They were doing an article about female mechanics and they had interviewed a well off princess who decided to strike out on her own in Seattle, opening her own garage in Seattle." I'm glad I memorized the article to summarize it really well.

She smirked before saying, "How do you know that this…princess...is me?"

"Well, being male," I said, and I could see her fighting to keep my eyes on my face, "I got to say that this princess was very attractive. She was wearing this tight red tank top with the words 'Dangerous' in sparkly curly font and greased and oil smudged overalls with the straps hanging from her hips. Oh and I can't forget these huge aviator sunglass she was wearing. Those combined with this sexy smirk on her face, I can definitely say that I wouldn't be able to forget her face—and name any time soon." Hell…I had the picture memorized, I bet it I wouldn't forget it even when I was dead.

She tilted her head, her eyes shadowing her eyes, giving me the perfect time to uncross my arms and box her in between her arms.

"By the way, Ms. Hale," I said using a voice that I had read was lusty…or so I read. I never had to use a husky voice before…expect the one time I swallowed my soda down the wrong pipe. "You do look sexy in greased smudged pants."

She smirked, her eyes still half hiding her eyes. "It doesn't seem fair that you seem to know me while I don't know anything about you…stranger."

"Hmm, true." I smiled and leaned in to whisper, "Emmett…Emmett McCarty."

"Nice to meet you," she said, smiling up at me.

There was a metallic groan, a flicker of lights over head that cause us to look up at the ceiling just as the elevator came to a sudden stop. It was semi-funny how we both looked back down at each other…and how it was funny how I was stuck with the one woman I had been star struck with for a good six months plus.

"It seems we're stuck in here, Ms. Hale," I said, smirking.

"Rosalie," she corrected me. "So what do you think we should do while we wait to get out of here?"

"I bet if you'll ever meet her that you'll give her a kiss…"

"I have an idea," I whispered and leaned down to kiss her.

It wasn't a full make-out type of kiss, just a quick brush across her lips but I found it one of the best first kisses ever.

"An excellent idea," she breathed before grabbing hold of my hoodie and pulling me closer for another kiss, this one much more heated. I heard her groaned and I kissed her more fully.

BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!!!

Rosalie and I pulled apart quickly with a startled look up at the intercom above our heads.

"Are you guys alright in there?"

I looked down at Rosalie to see that she was smiling up at me. "I'm alright."

"I'm better than alright," I said, leaning forward to press my lips to her jaw, my nose skimming across her skin.

I hear a smothered giggle as the person on the intercom said, just hang tight, we'll have you out in a jiffy!"

"TAKE YOUR TIME!" Rosalie and I shouted before going back to making out like teenagers, one of my favorite pass times…and the perfect way to spend the time with a handsome stranger.

"By the way," Rosalie said, pulling away from me as exited the elevator about twenty minutes later, " I don't normally kiss strangers, especially before the first date."

I smirked. "Well, I guess I'll have to take you out for our first date."

"Sounds good," she said, pulling me towards the hotel restaurant.

I smiled and couldn't think of anything better to do.


The two songs that helped me right this was "Starstruck" by Lady Gaga featuring Flo Rida…who happens to sing the second song titled "Right Round"…funny that XD.

So what do you think of the chapter? Review and let me know what you think of the chapter! I'm so glad that I'm on spring break! That means…sleeping in…doctor visits…having fun…doctor visits…writing stuff…doctor visits…you get the drift XD.

Huggles,
Nollie