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"Emmett?!" Jane called from downstairs, menace in her voice.
"Oh no…" I moaned.
"What is it?" Rosalie raised an eyebrow.
"Jane." Alice rolled her eyes.
"Our little sister." I explained winding my fingers through Rosalie's possessively. "Don't look directly into her eyes and you'll be fine." I told her. She thought I was joking.
"Okay. I'll remember that." She giggled her fingers tightened around mine. I took a deep breath and walked down the stairs with Rosalie at my side. I couldn't tear my eyes from her face. She made an angel look like a gargoyle. She was radiant.
"Oh so you're Irina. We've heard so much about you!" Jane smiled widely running to embrace Rosalie in a hug. Rosalie's eyes widened. I rolled my eyes. Jane was going for the make the girl think she's dating a player who is dating a million other girls trick.
"Jane, the make the girl think she's dating a player who is dating a bazillion other girl's trick doesn't work." Alice rolled her eyes. Jane pouted.
"I know. I know. I'm just messing with you Rosalie." Jane smiled innocently. Rosalie smiled slightly and looked to me for help. I grinned to her.
"Rosalie?" Esme came in the room untying her kitchen apron from around her waist. Rosalie's eyes danced over to meet my mother's awed gaze. Rosalie smiled a polite, dazzling smile and extended her dainty hand. Esme shook her hand and eyed me excitedly. "It's such a pleasure to meet you darling. I'm Esme Cullen." She said warmly. Rosalie grinned, apparently she liked my mom. I mean who didn't? My mom was pretty awesome I must admit.
"Thank you Mrs. Cullen. You have a beautiful home. I love the color and the artistry is impeccable." She released my hand for a moment and spun around admiring the color scheme, and the artistry on the walls. Esme giggled.
"Call me Esme please." She smiled. Esme was one of the most amiable people I knew, and Rosalie seemed to already like her a lot.
"Rosalie is an artist." I bragged to Esme.
"Oh really? What do you paint?" Jane asked raising an eyebrow. I narrowed my eyes at her in warning. She pouted out her bottom lip, her eyes filled with innocence as she clung to Mom's skirt.
"Everything really, from landscapes to portraits. My personal favorites are abstract and surrealism. It's like being in a dream." She said. You could tell she was comfortable talking about art. I smiled.
"Oh that's lovely dear! I believe I saw your name once in the newspaper. An art show perhaps?" Esme pondered.
"It was last weekend." Rosalie nodded.
"Annnnd?" Jane pressed. I shot her a glance and she stuck her tongue out at me inconspicuously.
"I… I got first place." Rosalie said softly and looked down and out of habit brushed her finger along the bridge of her nose, like she was pushing her glasses up. I squeezed her fingers lightly and she looked up to me and smiled a tender, sparkling smile.
"That's just marvelous Rosalie! Emmett, don't you have a project downstairs you'd like to show Rosalie before dinner?" Esme raised an eyebrow stroking Jane's hair in a maternal gesture. I nodded and tugged on Rosalie's hand excitedly.
"Where are we going?" Rosalie giggled as I tugged her down a winding hallway through two other doors and down a flight of stairs. Before I could open the final door, I looked to her. Her skin was glowing from the pure happiness and radiance of her newly discovered beauty, as well as the gorgeous soul that lived inside of her. I covered her eyes with my hands and lead her through the final door so she wouldn't see. She giggled and I removed my blindfold. It was a plain white room. Everything was white. I mean everything. The walls, the floors, the furniture. She smiled but looked to me confused. I laughed. "I don't believe I understand." Rosalie said softly.
"We need an artist to just go crazy down here. Paint anything and everything in the room however they want." I told her.
"That's a good idea." She nodded. She still didn't understand the point.
"I want you to." I said. Her eyes widened.
"Me?!" She raised an eyebrow.
"Yes. Me and You. Every weekend if you would like?" I asked her softly. I felt nervous all of a sudden, what if she refused? I used to be so confident; no one could refuse the Emmett Cullen right? Until I met Rosalie…
"M-M-maybe." She bit her lip, but the corners of her mouth were turned up in a smile.
"Good. It will be fun. I promise." I told her. I knew how she loved blank canvases, so I thought the white room would be perfect for her creativity. I knew I was sucking up to her a bit bribing her in almost every way I could…
"Emmett! Rosalie! It's time for dinner." Esme called from upstairs. I took Rosalie's hand and tugged her down the stairs. She let out a tiny giggle and I felt my heart jump as I looked back to see her dazzling smile and bright eyes.
"You're beautiful." I blurted pressing my hands on either side of her so I was pushing her back was against the wall. We were inches apart. I could feel her breathing. She blushed and looked down as we released our position. We left it at that as she and I emerged in the kitchen. Jane was seated in my usual seat, so I had to sit beside her. Rosalie sat on the other side of Alice, who was across from me. I pulled out Rosalie's chair and she glided around the table about to sit down when Jane ruined the world yet again.
"Oh you have a nice big butt Rosalie, just like Emmett likes them." Jane grinned ultra widely. Rosalie whirled around blushing fiercely taking her hand out of mine and hunching her shoulders insecurely. I couldn't believe that Jane had stooped to that level.
"Jane!" Esme snapped and looked at me apologetically. I narrowed my eyes at her. "Credit card's on the counter." She murmured. I sighed with relief and reached out to take Rosalie's hand but she brushed through her hair and wound her own fingers together like she didn't want me to touch her. I glared at Jane and she batted her eyelashes innocently. I wanted to jump over the table and punch that bratty nine year old. It was pathetic how my little four foot seven nine year old baby sister was the bully over me, the six foot six athletic eighteen year old.
"Come on Rosalie." I murmured and she nodded. Apparently she was feeling terribly insecure because she wound her arm around her stomach and kept her gaze down. I was going to take her somewhere out to eat instead of somewhere with my embarrassment of a family. Alice threw me my car keys and Rosalie and I exited the house silently. She wouldn't even look at me. I felt horrible, and nervous, and impatient, and sorry, and restless, and… Ugh! Why did this girl suddenly have this affect on me? I clenched my jaw and opened the door for my Mercedes for her. She got in the car wordlessly and smoothed her dress as I slid into the driver's seat. I cranked the engine nervously and she took a deep breath.
"You were right." She finally whispered. I felt a sick feeling in my stomach and I noticed my hands on the wheel were trembling with fear. What if she left? What if she never wanted to talk to me again? I felt my wallet get heavier in my pocket. I'd bribe her or something. Dear God Emmett! What is wrong with you?! Why can't you keep your mind coherent when she's around? You were fine earlier this afternoon, it's just Rosalie. Just Rosalie…
Hahaha okay I have to admit, I was teasing you with the date scene part. But I promise... it's next :) :)
