A/N I know I haven't posted on here in FOREVER, and I am so sorry, but I am now on my summer vacation and have plenty of time to write for you guys. I am going to try and get a post up every Sunday. Any feed back would be GREATLY appreciated!!
RPov
The steady beeping of the alarm clock by the side of the bed roused me at seven thirty on the dot. I allowed myself a moment of luxury stretching out slowly and enjoying the softness of the bed under me. The room wasn't half as bad as it could have been, Emmett's sister had decorated in hues of pink and the only thing that screamed "teenage girl" were the posters that littered the walls.
I switched off the alarm and stood up tugging my shirt down to cover a little more of my legs. Other than the bed there was only a desk with an old computer hooked up on top of it, and a closet. I tried to fight the urge to snoop, but this was going to be my home for the next two months at least, so what was the harm in a little curiosity?
The posters on the wall were nothing new, The Jonas Brothers, Brad Pitt and even one of my first movie "Forever" with a picture of me and my fellow co-stars. I couldn't help but feel extremely happy with the fact that I graced this little girl's walls, how old was she? Thirteen? I couldn't remember and that frustrated me. The desk had plenty of pictures around the monitor, mostly of Emmett and what I assumed was his sister. She, like Emmett, had thick dark hair that curled prettily around a narrow face with big topaz eyes, a family resemblance was unmistakable.
My favorite, after much deliberation, was of the two of them in front of Emmett's truck, she was clinging onto his back like a monkey and they were both laughing, perfect white teeth and the sun making their eyes squinty. I couldn't help but find it adorable how close these two seemed to be, even if he was an ass. The closet was empty save for an old yellow slicker that probably had many years of use, and matching yellow rubber boots. I peeked out the window, to check the weather, and couldn't help but notice Emmett bent over an old mini van, looking fabulous from behind.
I sighed, knowing that it wasn't the weather I was checking out, and let the lace curtain fall. I pushed my honey hair back with my hand and emerged from Emmett's sister's, whose name I realized, I did not know, room and made my way to the bathroom. I turned on the shower and gave it some time to warm up, knowing that if it was anything like our shower, that the water pump would be slow to start.
I slipped off my clothes and stepped into the spray and immediately let out a stream of words that would make my mother furious. It was like tiny pellets of ice were falling on my body, and I sputtered in fury, knowing that the Olaf had done this on purpose. I quickly showered, using his shower things, and shivered the whole time. When I got out I pulled a towel off the rack and quickly wrapped it about my shoulders and huddled inside the shower stall. My hair wet on my shoulders I wrapped the towel tightly around my torso and emerged from the bathroom slamming the door behind me.
How… Dare… He... if that boy thought he could get away with this than he was sorely mistaken. I had to set the president that this sort of behavior was NOT acceptable. I stormed down the stairs a whirlwind of indignation and found myself face to face with a yellow post-it with large loopy scrawl.
Rosie,
Hope you enjoyed your shower. I know
a nice hot shower always sets my day off
to a great start. I'll be out in the garage all day.
best of luck finding clothes to wear, Alice and Bella
left early this morning.
Em.
He was going to suffer. That was the only logical solution. This sort of impertinence was unacceptable. Didn't he know who I WAS? Men begged to grovel at my feet and this boy thought that I would accept his practical jokes? I ripped the sticky off the door and balled it in my fist. I tried to turn the door knob and was met with resistance. It wasn't locked, even I could tell that much, but it was most certainly… not opening. I tried for a good ten minutes to wrench the door open, but eventually, with a frustrated sigh realized that I simply wasn't strong enough. I, the one who spent every free moment at the gym, the girl who had taken kickboxing for fourteen years, couldn't open a stupid door. And I was furious at Emmett.
I knew of course that it wasn't his fault, but the way I saw it I had three options. Option A: I spend the day up here and wait until Emmett came in at around four to take his shower, pretending that I simply wanted a day of rest. Pros, I could save face, there would be no embarrassment over the fact that I couldn't open a door. Cons, I wouldn't be able to eat. This was a horrifying prospect. Already my stomach was growling angrily, because while yes I was a model, I ate as frequently as possible, and as much as possible, my exercising being my saving grace.
Option B: I open the window and call down to Emmett and ask him very nicely to open the door for me. Pros, I get out. Cons, I lose. This was a horrifying prospect.
Option C: I open the window and climb my way out. Pros, I get out, I save face, I seem strong, stubborn and independent. Cons, possibly falling to my death. This seemed the best option. Bella, the biggest klutz I know, had climbed out of her window plenty of times in high school to see Edward late at night. She hadn't died, so chances were very slim that I would.
Option C it is then. I made my way back up the stairs and quickly got dressed. Once I'd done that I searched the upstairs for a phone I could use to call Alice, Bella, Edward, or Jasper, hell I'd even call Jacob at this point, but my Blackberry's battery had died and there weren't any land lines upstairs. So, with a cleansing breath, I opened the window and looked down.
