I'm sitting here writing it in my prom dress. IT'S JUST. SO. BEAUTIFUL. (And my shoes = sex. But they hurt.)
^ That was from like, you know, before my prom. I wrote it a while ago. So ja.
Salt, sweat, sugar on the asphalt
Our hearts littering the topsoil
Sign up the picket line or the parade, our lives.
Bleed American, Jimmy Eat World
"Shit," Jacob muttered after Emmett updated him.
"Yeah, I know," he sat down heavily on the nearest couch.
"A fight? I mean, I'd like to sock that traitor Uley in the face, but… what about Bella and Seth?"
"I know," Emmett repeated. "We can't handle a brawl. Most of us are good kids, I don't want them to get all screwed up and crap."
"Whoa, dude," Jacob raised his eyebrow at him. "Compassion, much?"
Emmett shrugged. "Carl's rubbing off on me."
Jake sighed and went to sit next to Emmett. "Yeah, I guess so. Alice seems pretty ready to slug it out, though. I can't say I'm worried about her," he laughed once.
"Yeah, I know what you mean. She's a tiny thing, but she's psycho."
"Oh, thanks," a voice came from the doorway. Turning, Emmett saw Alice's silhouette against the lights from the outside; Emmett and Jacob hid out in a dark room where no one could eavesdrop.
"Oops. Top of the morning to you, Alice," Jacob greeted her through his grin.
"Morning?"
"Yeah, it's like two."
"Oh. Well, anyway Emmett, my cousin and I have some questions for you," Alice stepped aside, letting Ed enter the room.
"What's this, an intervention?" Jacob snorted. The smile faded from his face. "Oh, hell, is it? I feel like I'm on Keeping Up with the Kardashian's or something."
"It's kind of an intervention," Alice glanced at Ed.
"Well, actually, I think that Emmett and I should talk about this alone," Ed said, glancing at Alice. "If you don't mind."
"Hell yeah I-"
"Cool, cool. Alice, let's go raid Chris' sister's closet for Hello Kitty stuff," Jacob interrupted, leaving the two of them alone.
'I'll have to thank him later,' Emmett thought to himself. Then, focusing his attention on his best friend, he asked, "What's up, Ed?"
Ed paced back and forth, something he did when he didn't know how to say something. But Ed was usually a very good speaker, almost always knowing what to say, especially to Emmett. Something big had to be up.
"Ed, come on, out with it."
"Well… Alice and I noticed something earlier today… something that maybe you'd overlooked, dismissed; you tend to do that a lot."
"Noticed what?"
"Something about the new girl, Carl's niece. Rosalie."
Emmett stiffened. "What about her?"
"It's just… the way you look at her. It's like she's the only thing you see, even if you're angry at her."
His hazel eyes stayed locked on the carpet. "I don't know what you're talking about," he finally said.
"Fine, be stubborn. Go ahead and lie to me," Ed shrugged, and opened the door to walk out. He turned around and looked Emmett in the eye. "But don't lie to yourself."
The door clicked shut.
Usually if Ed made some dramatic speech like that, Emmett would scoff and roll his eyes, ignoring his stupid message. "When you don't do your work, you aren't just hurting yourself. You hurt everyone around you, blah, blah, blah."
But this little lecture really did impact Emmett. Sure, he was attracted to Rosalie, who wouldn't be? She was gorgeous and strong. Every other girl he'd ever met was nothing like her, looks or personality wise. They had always been hot, never beautiful. Easy, never powerful and strong. No one had ever earned so much of his respect before, especially not a girl.
Respect, attraction… and a definite urge to see her again. "Damn," Emmett whispered aloud.
He couldn't be… falling for her, could he? No. No, things like that in real life never happen, only in English class. Emmett's life couldn't be turning into a bad romance movie, could it?
Psh. More like a horror movie.
But would caring for Rosalie be that horrible? Answering the question before he was finished answering it, he figured, Yes. Yes it would be.
Not necessarily the caring part, but the whole having to care part. They were opposites; North and South, East and West, cream cheese and rye, fire and ice.
But what's cooler than the middle, seeing someone's face scrunch up at gross foods, and… well, water? What's cooler than a little daring, a little action? Not being called a traitor is pretty awesome, though, too.
So now, Emmett found himself caught between two things; one that might someday become a love more than a passion. Skateboarding; his future, or the new girl; his destiny?
"Hey, McCarty, what are you doing in here?" Emmett whipped his head up to see Tyler Crowley leaning against the door frame casually, letting light and music into his isolation. "Or do I not want to know?"
"What do you want, Fowely?"
"Nothing really. I just wanted to talk to you."
"No, thanks. I heard stupidity is contagious."
Tyler sighed. "Creative. But listen to me, McCarty."
"Die, faggot," he muttered, getting up and walking past him.
"Hold up. I just want to make something clear."
Emmett turned around, and looked Tyler in the eye. "What? What would you like to make clear, Tyler?"
He spoke slowly and angrily, lacing his reminder with accusation; "When we all say 'Stay on your own turf', we don't just mean places."
Narrowing his eyes, Emmett asked, "What are you saying?"
"I'm saying, that our girls are off limits. All of them."
Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap. "So?"
"I see the way you look at her, Emmett. She's mine. No way are you going to have her," Tyler said so quietly that Emmett hardly caught his words.
Keeping the clueless show up, he asked, "Who, Whoren? She isn't only yours; I can name five other guys she's slept-" he was cut off by Tyler taking fistfuls of his shirt and pushing him against a wall.
"You know who I'm talking about," he spat into his face.
Deep, calming breaths. Deep… calming… Emmett pushed him off easily. "Tyler, I'm going to let that little maneuver slide, because I don't want this little gang bitch off to get physical. But I have no clue what or who you're blabbering about. So let go of my hoodie. Go away."
Tyler stumbled, hitting his back against the wall opposite Emmett. "Fine. But this isn't over."
Emmett sped away, ignoring Tyler. His eyes glazed over the crowd, looking for a sign of one of his friends. "Volcom!" he sighed in relief.
Jasper's honey blonde head whipped around. "Oh, hey, Shred. Where've you been?"
"I crashed on Chris' couch," he lied.
"Hah, nice. You seen Alice?" he asked, surveying around him.
Emmett nodded. "She's in Chris' sister's bedroom with Jake-"
Jasper's eyes narrowed. "What?"
"No, dude! They're raiding her closet. It isn't like that. Chill."
"Oh. But wait, she's like ten, isn't she?"
One of Emmett's eyebrows raised. "I think she'd still fit."
They laughed, then walked up the stairs together. "Where'd you go after we all left? Just here?"
"Yep."
Sighing and looking away, Jasper didn't add anything. "What?" Emmett asked accusingly.
"It's just... why don't you go home?"
"I didn't feel like it. Plus, have you ever been on Chris' couch? If sex was in couch form, that would be it."
Jazz rolled his eyes. "You need therapy, bro."
"Screw you in the butt, Emo."
"I'm wearing all white! How am I emo?"he almost screamed.
Laughing, Emmett said, "I'm just kidding, Jasper. I know you're not, calm yourself. So, what'd you and Alice do at her place?"
He shrugged. "Her parents were asleep by the time we got there, so there wasn't much we could do. She gave me a new hoodie, though. It's cool."
"Volcom?"
Averting his gaze, he smiled impishly. "Yes."
The two of them got to where Jacob and Alice were supposed to be. They both looked up from a pile of clothing and an open closet. Alice wore a hat that had Hello Kitty's face on it. "Hey you guys! Awesome find, no? You think she'd miss it?"
"Who'd miss that thing?" Emmett muttered, suppressing a laugh.
"Yeah, Emmett, we found you something, too," Alice smirked, digging through the pile, and pulling out a pink training bra. "For some extra support."
Letting out a guffaw, he shook his head. "Please, Brandon. I'm at least a B."
She tossed it at his head and he artfully dodged it. "Are any of you guys tired?" Emmett asked, leaning drowsily against the wall.
"Not really. I mean, you know what happens when I get into coffee," Alice said, continuing to rummage through the little girl's closet.
"I've been worse. You?" Jake nodded at Jasper.
"I was thinking of going home, actually. You wanna stay over, Emmett?"
Emmett half smiled at his offer. "It's okay. I guess I'll get on home, give the rents some piece of mind," he yawned. "I'm out then. See you tomorrow."
"Wait, Jacob, are you allowed out?" Alice asked. "Or…"
"What can Billy do? Run me over?" Jake asked incredulously. "But… I mean, I don't know. I'll text you if I can."
Emmett nodded and bounded out of the house. His music blasted as he skateboarded to his house.
He rounded the corner onto his block and went onto the lawn of the shabbiest house on the block. Tracing his fingers on the top of the door frame, he found the hidden key and unlocked the door. Harry, his father, was asleep on the only chair in the living room, staying up late waiting for him. Again.
Emmett snuck past his sleeping dad and into his room. Exhausted, he flopped onto his bed (a fifteen year old mattress on the floor with a shabby quilt, a pillow and an old stuffed monkey named Herb) and stared at the ceiling. "What have we gotten ourselves into this time, Herb?" he sighed quietly, not wanting to wake anyone up.
He almost swore he could hear a voice whisper back, What do you mean we?
Rosalie's Point of View
Emmett. Emmett, Emmett, Emmett.
What a jerk. Oh, he's so high and mighty because he can play around on a piece of driftwood with wheels? Well, he was pretty good on that slope-y thing when she saw him, but that doesn't make him and his friends better than Rosalie and hers? She could spend $1,000 in under an hour- in pumps. Plus, she could finish a science lab and find the hypotenuse of a right triangle (without a calculator) in less than 10 minutes. Could Emmett do that? As if. (But he is really hot...)
And she so did not deserve this stupid punishment. That girl Kate was just askin for a black eye- Rosalie just delivered some justice. But of course, it wasn't her "place to discipline peers or decision whether they need said discipline or not." That, and she needed to show that bitch who top blonde was.
Although she'd never admit it, Rosalie was sort of really, really excited about living in New York City, making the sentence easier to carry out. Sure, this Brooklyn neighborhood wasn't exactly as chic as Park Slope, but it was fast-paced and alive. California was sleepy and uptight , especially Beverly Hills, where she used to live.
'Speaking of sleepy…' Rosalie glanced at her bedside clock; 3 A.M. Silently, she cursed her parents for her 9 o' clock curfew. At some person's house, there was a huge End of Summer party going on, which was perfect for two things. A- Gaining social status and clique allies, and B- Spying on the skaters. And their leader's cute butt. (She sent Tyler, Loren, Mike and Jess , though so things should be okay.)
Rosalie idly wondered if it was okay to be highly attracted to an assholeish enemy. Seeing real skaters was weird though. In Cali, skaters were preppy kids who could to ollies and wore beanies. And the preppy kids here were… well, very different. In Brooklyn, they just wore shirts with birds and moose (not that Rosalie didn't love Hollister and A&F, but the people seriously needed a class in Fashion 101).
Ooh, maybe she could plan a group outing to Manhattan. But differently from California, ids have to ask permission from their parents. Unfortunately, hers have adopted those rules too. Hmm, perhaps Rosalie could take Tyler up on his offer of teaching her how to sneak out.
'I hope my kids never sneak out,' Rosalie thought, yawning. She brought the blanket up around her chin and snuggled into her bed. 'Tomorrow,' she thought. 'Tomorrow, we'll shop.'
-
"Let there be style!" Rosalie announced as she, Leah, Sam, Mike, Tyler, Jessica and some other kids she didn't care much for got onto an R train. "So, were are we going?" she asked Leah quietly. "I'm kind of lost, I'm not going to lie."
Leah laughed. It wasn't forced and squeally like a lot of other people's were, but natural, as if she really found it funny. How refreshing.
"I'll show you the trains on a map sometime," Leah promised. "We're alike in the way that we like to have everything under control."
Rosalie smiled. "I like to be a know-it-all."
"It's a good way to be," Leah agreed, glancing at Sam.
Sam was one of the oldest kids Rosalie hung out with; he was graduating this year. He and Leah used to date, back when they were both skaters. When he'd changed his style, she had too. No one knew why he dumped her, and she still had obvious feelingsfor him. Poor Leah.
Rose nudged her. "You can do better than him."
Leah shook her head and looked at the ceiling. "No, not really."
The group of teenagers got off on Prince street in Soho; she'd researched this. "Come on, everyone. Just follow me." Walking a block over, they all entered an H&M. No one was allowed to pick their own things, Rosalie insisted. Each person had at least a bag to carry that was full of shirts, blouses, jeans, skirts, pants and accessories. A few stores later, they'd gotten to the final desination. "This is Uniqlo," Rosalie lead the group into the store. "Everything here is imported from Japan."
Lauren's beady eyes bugged out. "Everything?"
Rolling her eyes, she retorted, "Did I stutter?"
Ignoring her glares, she walked to the guy's part of the store. "Here, Mike- this button down shirt will look cool with one of those coats over there on top of it and a wife beater under it."
"But… it's pink."
"Don't question me," she said flatly throwing clothing at the boys as the girls stood to the side.
No one asked questions again.
They had tried everything on and were getting ready to pay, when- "OMG, it's Alice Brandon and Jasper Whitlock," Jessica said quietly, pointing at an excited looking dark-haired girl gathering everything neon she could find and a very amused looking boy.
"Ew," Lauren agreed, linking arms with Jess.
"I hate them. They think they're better than us because they can skateboard," Leah muttered.
Rosalie was surprised "I was just thinking that before."
Alice had turned to look at them by now. She was of course wearing neon and black everything, none of which matched. And Rosalie hated to admit it, but it did look good. Her hair was teased under a- oh, God, is that a Hello Kitty hat? Poor girl.
"Nice hat," Mike laughed.
"Yeah," Rosalie smiled and gave her a thumbs up. "Really nifty."
The shorter girl rolled her eyes and said nothing in response. Jasper, however, was fuming. "Sorry for trying to be original," he snapped. Alice Grabbed his wrist and shook her head at him.
"Who ever said originally was a bad thing? Having no sense of fashion, however, is a crime," Rosalie responded, sneering and starting to walk away.
That must have struck a nerve.
-
'Did… did she just say what I think she said?' Alice thought, whirling around. Now it was Jasper's turn to hold her back. "What… did… you… just… say?"
That perfect blonde tramp turned her icy glare to her. "I said, it's a pity you don't know how to dress."
"Oh, okay. That's what I thought you said," Alice said calmly. Pausing, she added, "But don't be surprised if you wake up tomorrow bald. If you do at all." With that, she gathered the clothing she planned on buying, checked out at the registers, and left with her head held high.
That pretty little bitch didn't know what kind of deranged girl she was messing with.
OHMIGAWSHSHAWPEENG. Rosalie's sort of snobby now, and I know how she always get this fanfiction stereotype and it annoys me too, but remember, she isn't with Emmett yet. Just keep that in mind, she was like this in the 30's. (TYLER DESERVES TO BURN) I love the chapter name xD