I want to hold you close
Skin pressed against me tight
Lie still, and close your eyes girl
So lovely, it feels so right
"Tear You Apart" - She Wants Revenge
Rosalie's POV
"Do you think She'll do it?" Alice giggled lightly, as she walked towards my brother. The ravened-haired pixie smiled happily at him, and took a seat next to Jasper. I saw as his shoulders straightened up, almost stiffened at her closeness. What a fool. He was completely into the Pixie.
"Yes," I said honestly, hoping that I was right. "I don't think Bella could possibly let the chance pass," I added.
Alice nodded in agreement. "But the question is, Does Edward Cullen feel the same?" She said.
"Please," I scoffed. "Cullen is predictable. He has never looked atany girl the way he looks at Bella. Of course he is a very attractive guy, and every whore in the school has tried to get into those well-fitted pants of His, but not one has succeeded. I wont deny it, I've tried myself," I cleared, as I noticed Alice's curiosity bubble in her facial expression. "But he wasn't interested. Its not that I liked the guy, it was just an experiment. But he also blew me off. And I came to one conclusion," I said to both of them. Jasper started getting attuned to the conversation, as he finally processed the fact that Alice was near him, enough for Him to relax and focused his brain back into the present.
"What was that?" My brother asked me.
"He was Gay!" Alice giggled loudly, sending my Brother to smile like an idiot. Not that what she said was funny, is just the affect he had on her.
"No," I shook my head at the Fairy. "Bella is different because he fell in love with her. Something none of the others girls ever managed to achieve in Him. Almost like-"
"She is his soul mate?" Alice sighed sweetly. What a romantic.
I rolled my eyes, "Something like that," I huffed.
"You believe in that?" Jasper asked too suddenly, after the last word escaped my mouth. His blue-eyes, my eyes, were directed at Alice. He looked at her intensely. "In soul mates? Do you think Bella and Edward can be in love after just one day? Is it possible? Can it happen? Is-"
"Jasper!" I yelled, raising an eyebrow at him. "Slow down. You might get a concussion or something…." I wonder if he carries an inhaler? He doesn't need it, but the way he feels for Alice might give him difficulties to breathe.
Jasper gave me a warm smile. Thanking me. Well he didn't want to scare the girl. But then again, she is as weird as you can get. But perhaps even Swan wins that title. Or Emmett…."Do you?" He asked her again.
Alice didn't reply. She just stared deeply into his eyes. Locking their gazes together. They were such profound stares that there was no words needed. Just by that simple look they said everything. You could almost feel their souls connecting. It was disturbing. "I do," Alice breathed, as she reached for his Hand. "It's possible," She said softly again, as she laced her fingers with his.
Got a big plan, this mindset maybe its right
At the right place and right time, maybe tonight
And the whisper or handshake sending a sign
I looked at the scene in front of Me. And there was no doubt in my Pretty head. It was Love. There was love everywhere. And Love, was the one thing I was terrified of. It scared me senseless. I never gave my heart to anyone. I never allowed anyone inside of me. To penetrate the ferocious walls I have built. I never permitted anyone to get too close. To know the real me. To know my fears and my dreams. Because no one could know that Rosalie Hale was weaker than the average girl. That she felt like a ordinary girl inside. That her beauty was a curse. She wanted to deny it and restrain it.
But its true. My beauty is a curse. It keeps everyone away. And the ones who want to get to know me, just want one thing. I never let my heart fall.. Never let myself fall. Locking myself and my heart away was the best. But in some cruel twisted trick of Fate, I landed in Saturday School. The one place, out of all places, that Held the one person who stole my heart. He took it without even trying. Who managed to get the great Rosalie Hale to tear down her barriers, just to let him in. But he didn't want to. But She would be damned if She didn't leave today without a fight.
"Excuse me," I said to the sick lovey-dovey couple who where about to have eye-sex. Ew. I walked hastily away from them, not even bothering to know if they heard me or not.
"Immensely," I faintly heard Cullen's voice whisper as he leaned towards Bella.. Ha! I knew he felt the same way about Her. Im glad for them. Two Happy endings. I think? I had to smirk when I saw Swan's expression. She looked terrified. But in a -I don't-want-this-moment-to-end kind of way.
To bad. "Excuse me! Sorry! Didn't see anything!" I laughed, as I interrupted their Kiss. Well their attempt of a Kiss. So I might like Bella now, but that was just entertaining.
I saw Her face fall as Edward pulled away. "Where are you going?" Edward asked.
My heart gave one loud Thump. "Im going to get my man!" I said eagerly. As my head wrapped itself around my words, I started running out the Library. Well aware that Aro might catch me. Well aware that I might un-do my curls in the process. But anything for Him. Anything for this feeling that is invading me. Anything for Emmett McCarty.
Emmett's POV
"State the obvious
I didn't get my perfect fantasy
I realized you love yourself
More that you could ever love me
So go and tell your friends
That I'm obsessive and crazy
That's fine, I'll tell mineYou're gay -"
Taylor Swift. Taylor fucken Swift. God did that chick have an amazing voice. She made me feel all fussy inside. The way a girl feels when she is in love. Its maddening. Just knowing that I have most of her songs in my Nano, makes me question my own sanity. Maybe Its been too long that I was locked in here that little by little I was going insane. Turing into my father. A country-hearing freak. And a Dick. But that? I will never be. Just in some cases where I need to entertain myself.
"Love gave someone the power to break you," I mumbled to myself. It was the phrase I had carved on the back of my iPod. Ah! Eight words that cant be anymore true. Because love is something, a complicated emotion, that can build you right up and tear you to pieces. After the first heartbreak, one gets up and tries again. Just to be knocked down on our asses again. For what? For something that maybe wasn't even worth our fucken time? Because everyone leaves. Every person that has ever sworn love to me has left. And in a couple occasions I was the one to leave before they did. Because it doesn't last forever. So why share your heart with the world? It just makes you into a complete idiot.
In in rare situations you come across true Love. Couples who have been married for years. Who grew old together. Who have had children and lived long enough to see their grandchildren. Living a perfect tale of Happiness. Which in a normal world, it doesn't exist. Then you stumble upon Freaks like Jasper and Alice. Bella and Edward even. Who have this strong connection. Who's idiotic souls and hearts seem to scream at each other. Love at first sight. Fate. Destiny. All that bullshit.
"Taylor Swift? You? Emmett McCarty? I imagined some death Metal. You know, rocking out to some Metallica," Came a voice that send shivers down my spine. A voice that got my heart beating like a lunatic. A voice that sent all kinds of signals, messages, lurches all over my body. The voice of the Beauty Queen. Of Rosalie Hale.
"You Lost?" I managed to choke out, as I sat up straight from the cold tiled floor.
"Completely out of my Mind," She whispered, as she leaned against the door. A beautiful dangerous smile plastered on her Stunning pale face.
"Then your in the right place," I said to her, as I too smiled. I crossed my arms over my chest, just letting myself stare at all her beauty. But even though her beauty was captivating and it did strange things to my imagination. Strong dirty things Im not proud of. It would make me a very bad boy and her a very knotty girl. I wonder if she would spank me…..Moving On! ….There was more to Rosalie. I can feel it. Not in a kinky way, but in a more deeper way. She had some depth in those dazzling ocean-blue eyes of hers. They seemed to hypnotize me greatly. Just drew me to her.
"Definitely," She sighed. "It's a romance-fest back there," She motioned behind her.
I gave her an odd look. "Arent you for all that? The hearts, the sick emotions, the squealing, and all that bullshit?" I asked her. I remembered our conversation before. The one where we were alone.
"How sensitive do you think I am?" She asked with a small nervous giggle.
"Good point," I shrugged. "So what brings you here to this , your humble, janitors closet?" I added.
"This," She pointed to her chest. " The stupid blood-bumping idiot inside of me," She said seriously.
"Your love for old cardboard boxes?" I laughed, as I stood up from the floor. I took a cautious step closer to her. Still not used to the reactions my body gets from her mere smell and presence.
"No," She whispered, as she took small paces towards me. Closing the small gap the tiny janitors room gave. I couldn't help but to gulp, as I sensed the warmth of her radiate to me. "Not the boxes," She murmured to herself. She leaned in closer to me, boring her eyes into mine Connecting them. She grabbed the back of my neck, and pulled me closer to her. Just a couple of more inches. "Im just as a fool as the rest of them," She said softly. Before my brain could react, Rosalie Hale pressed her luscious plumped red lips to mine. Sending the waves of electricity pounding in my heart. Running in everyone of my veins.
But the slip turns to terror and a crush to light
When she walked in, he throws up, believe its the fright
Its cute in a way, till you cannot speak
And you leave to have a cigarette, your knees get weak
"Why did you do that For?" I croaked out, as she pulled her lips away form mine. Giving me the greatest feeling of lonesome in me.
"Because I know you wouldn't," She smiled, tossing her blonde curls behind her slender back.
It's only just a crush, it'll go away
It's just like all the others it'll go away
Or maybe this is danger and you just don't know
You pray it all away but it continues to grow
"Rosalie," I sighed. "Don't do this," I shook my head at her.
She gave me a stare. She didn't speak for a moment. Different emotions were flashing on her face. "Why?" She squeaked, her beautiful face looked pained. Settling on the one main emotion. "Didn't you like it? Don't you like me? Didn't you need it?" She said nervously as a tear slid down her pale cheek.
I grunted. "I do!" I said loudly. "It's just…why?"
"Why what?" She said lightly.
"Why did you do it? Why did you even come here? Rosalie do you know who I am? What I am?" I yelled at her. "How can you not see that this is wrong in so many fucken levels. We don't get along! I hate you! And you despise me!" I tried to tell her, but her small whimpers wounded me enough not even to believe that myself. "Your better than me," I whispered.
"You're a fucken Douche!" She yelled back at me. "I don't hate you! I hate myself!" She cried again.
"Whatever," I mumbled. Im not good enough for her.
"I fell for your punk-ass!" She continued. "This freaken feeling that is boiling inside of me is driving me insane! But its even sweeter because you don't want me. It makes it grow even more."
"It'll go away," I said to her.
"It wont," She shook her head furiously. "It wont. I can feel it. Its too strong. God!" She sighed loudly. "Im trying to tell you that I think I am in love with you, and you reject me?"
What? Love? She, in love with me? The guy she said could disappear and that would be doing her a favor. The guy who is lower than dirt? "You don't love me," I said through my teeth. She cant. She wouldn't. I wouldn't let it. I cant let myself fall.
Her hand brushed up against his, she left it there
Told him how she felt and then they locked in a stare
"But I do," She said softly . She took my hands into hers. Sending those damned lurches all over my body again. Perhaps I couldn't fall. Because I already had. Damn. It's just the way her blue eyes shined. The way they looked into mine. I felt like a chick falling in love for the very first time.
Ah fuck my life. "Look," I groaned, wiping away the small crystal tears rolling down her cheeks. "I'm lying,. I don't hate you. Fuck! How could I? You might think I might be a bit queer but…I don't want to get hurt. I don't want you to leave me."
"I wont," She sniveled. "Emmett I have never felt this way about anyone. I try keeping people away when they try getting close, and you without even trying, you managed to break through, and take my heart."
They took a step back, thought about it, what should they do
Cause there's always repercussions when you're dating in school
"There is always that issue of walking down the hall together," I smiled, trying to brighten up the mood.
"Really McCarty," She smiled make, sniffling a little. "Im a bitch, and I care about what people say, but when it comes to something I love…Nothing and No one will make me leave them. The rest of the world can walk out on me. I can walk out on the world, but I know in my heart you will always be in it.-I don't know how it happened. But It did! I tried finding any little thing wrong with you, to push you away but every little imperfection brought you closer. You make me feel human. Weak. Fragile. But protected."
"Love is just an excuse to get Hurt," I told her, as I pulled her into a hug. Tightening her around me. Making sure she had no way out.
"Then Hurt me," She said into my chest. Her slender arms wrapped around me, giving me a squeeze. She wasn't looking for an escape.
But their lips met, and reservations started to pass
Whether this was just an evening or a thing that would last
Either way he wanted her and this was bad
He wanted to do things to her it was making him crazy
Now a little crush turned into a like
"Hurt me. Break me. Anything. But Love me," She said as she gave me a quick peck on the lips.
"I'd tear you apart," I grinned at her. This was the strangest thing. Strangest way to confess love for one another. It was so dense, yet so true. So Us. Bittersweet. Even though my head screamed for me to deny it and hide, like a coward I might secretly be, just holding her in my arms gave me all the comfort in the planet. And she made me believe. Made me believe maybe it wasn't the same. It didn't have to be. "I love you Rose," And Maybe she wouldn't leave.
Hey Guys! Sorry for the late Update!=/
It was a pretty hectic week. Oh and before anything else I just wanted to say thanks for everyone who wished me a happy Birthday! Thank you Guys! :D
Well wasn't Rosalie and Emmett's weird? I mean in THIS story they seem to have a love and hate thing, so i sorta wanted to portray that? Did I get it right? If i freaked you out then Im sorry lol. xD
Ill try to get my lazy butt to update sooner, Kay?
Meanwhile...The song in Italics is called
"Tear you apart" By She wants Revenge. And the one Emmett is singing is "Pictures to Burn" By Taylor Swift. xD She really is awesome. :D
Thanks Again!