Famous (I'm The One)

Rosalie POV:

I laughed as I danced with my friends. Every so often catching the glimpse of a dimpled smirk my way. I'd occasionally ignore and other times get in my feelings and wonder why he kept doing it. Why me? We hate each other. We fight constantly. There was absolutely no reason for a smirk coming from that man.

That man was Emmett McCarthy. I despised the man. He pissed me off with his cocky, rich boy attitude. Emmett was a criminal justice lawyer and not even going to lie, he was damn good at it. He had a way with words, but he is such a jerk outside of work! I snapped out of my thoughts as the song changed. Finally. Something I can really get down to. Famous by Mozzy was one of my favorite songs. It got me so hyped up and I really don't even know why.

I pulled Bella closer to me, holding our hands above our hands and laughing. "She just wanna fuck with me cause I'm famous!", We drunkenly sang. God, we were so fucked up. So many shots had been passed to us. I'd say probably 8 or 9 at this point. Plus we had been drinking while getting ready for our fun night out. Would we regret this tomorrow? Yeah, probably. But it would be a Saturday and we would recover and be find. Bella had Edward to take care of her. And me? Well, I'm pretty independent and would drown myself with Pedialyte and water. Poor Alice had just found out she was pregnant and was sitting at the table eating wings. We'd only known about the pregnancy for the 3 weeks and I was already missing dancing with her. She's the one who gets the country music going and gets me to two step.

I twirled Bella's hand and noticed Edward and Emmett talking while watching us girls. Surely, they weren't talking about us. Or maybe they were. I mean Edward's wife is being danced on by me. Shit, they're probably turned on by it. However, Edward knows I mean nothing bad by it. Bella's my best friend and I would do nothing to make her or Edward uncomfortable. As the song started winding down, I walked to our table and took a shot of tequila. As expected, Emmett was watching. Why is he so observant of me? This is an every weekend thing. He should be used to this. I gave him a flirty smirk. If he is going to do this, I can at least make him suffer and tease him.

I noticed his body shift. Damn. That one simple smirk at him had already done it. "Another round please!", I shouted to the waitress. She nodded and headed to the bar. I put both hands on the table, bending over slightly. "So, what's the move? We have an hour until closing time.".

Alice looked at Jasper and Bella looked at Edward. Ugh. The downside of couples. They were ready to peace out and go home. "It is 2 am, Rose. I think we should go home and rest.", Bella suggested. Eh. I mean, I see her point, but I was having so much fun. It was so nice to just let loose and not worry about any work or laundry or anything. Just freedom.

"You guys can go! I'll finish these shots then I can call myself an Uber or Lyft.", I replied. I notice Emmett sit up.

"I'll give her a ride home if you guys want to go ahead and head home. It is late, and preggo needs rest more than any of us", Emmett joked with his sister while the waitress sat a tray of 5 shots on the table.

"Fine. But text us as soon as you get Rose home and you get home yourself", Edward said. I watched as the men all shook hands and I waved to the girls as I took a shot.

"I love you so fucking much! Be safe and go have some sex!", I laughed along with a hiccup. I noticed Edward giving Bella a look. "You know it!", Bella smiled.

I watched as my friends moved through the crowd of people and towards the door. I sat down at the table and grabbed another shot. "It's just you and me. Cheers!", I raised my shot to him and downed it. I felt my face tense up. That one was strong and I was definitely not expecting that.

"It takes a strong as woman to make that face and still not take a chaser", Emmett said as he slouched in his seat. That was definitely a compliment. Why was he complimenting me? Did he think I'd be so fucked up that I'd think he's cute? That's hilarious, but I had to keep up with the teasing. I wanted him to know that he wasn't the only one who could do the flirty smirks and staring.

I took another shot. That one was better. Not nearly as bad as that last one. Two shots left. I handed one to him and held mine. "To us. Let's pray we don't kill each other", I hiccupped. He laughed with that dimpled grin and we clicked our glasses. The last two shots were gone and now it was time to go. I sat my shot glass down and reached for my purse. As I turned, I noticed a hand held out to me. I know I'm fucked up, but I'm not so fucked up that I need help.

I looked up at him with those dog like eyes. "Do you think I'm helpless?". I took his hand anyways and stood up on my tippy toes, whispering in his ears, "Don't think I enjoyed that.". I relaxed my feet and felt him squeeze my hand. What did I get myself into? Did he think I was truly flirting? Did he think this would go a step further?

Emmett POV:

I continued to hold Rose's hand as we made our way through the crowd and out the door. She hated me and I hated her, but I'll be damned if I let anything happen to her in this state of mind. She was way too drunk to be alone and make a conscious decision with a stranger. Besides, I know when she gets drunk, she gets incredibly flirty. It was fucking hot, to be honest. But I refused to let anything happen to her. I helped her into the passenger seat of my car and walked around to the driver side.

"Do you need anything before I take you home?", I asked her as I started the car.

I looked over and she was already passed out. I smiled to myself and began to drive. I couldn't lie. The woman was so beautiful and so feisty. Our personalities just clashed and they have since the day we met. We've never gotten along. But I can tell you that she is a school teacher. She teaches Kindergarten and she loves it. She's amazing at it, from what I've been able to see. She also enjoys working out, partying, and just hanging out with our group of friends. We didn't talk much, but after 3 years of knowing her, I couldn't help but wonder what else I could learn. I did want to learn about her. Learn her likes and dislikes, her favorite things. But I highly doubt we'd ever reach that point. We can't even have a civil conversation unless we're both drunk.

I stopped at the red light and looked over to check on her. Her chest was still moving, that was a good sign. However, I had a feeling she was out for good and wouldn't wake up until the morning. Although, I feel it'd be easier to just take her to my house and let her sleep, I knew she wouldn't like that. But would she like me digging through her purse and being in her house? This was the struggle with Rose. I could never tell what she would prefer for me to do and what she wouldn't prefer. I took a deep breath as the light turned green and I went through it. I guess I'd just take her home and deal with the backfire of it later.

I continued to drive and finally reached her house. I put my Jeep in park and reached over for her purse. I opened it. God, she kept so much shit in it. Why does she need a whole bottle of Tylenol? Whatever. I tossed it to the side, also moving her wallet and bottle of water. I finally found her keys. I put her purse back and ran to unlock the door. I came back to the passenger side and opened her door.

"Rose, we're at your house. You need to wake up so you can walk in.", I said as I tried to shake her awake. She groaned and kind of opened her eyes. "Come on. You can go back to sleep when you get to your bed.", I nudged her again.

"I'm gonna be sick", she groaned as she stumbled out of the seat. I grabbed her purse and closed the door. As I turned around, I noticed she was on the ground by the grass. Uh oh. I ran up to her and grabbed her hair. We may not get along, but I'm also not going to be an asshole while a girl is sick. She started throwing up, trying to catch her breath between.

"Ugh.", She relaxed her body against my body. "I don't feel so good.".

"I know, I know.". I threw her purse over my shoulder. It was already uncomfortable. How does she carry this thing? I put my arms under her and lifted her up. "Please don't hate me more for carrying you in", I whispered.

I carried her into the house and to her room. I carefully laid her on the bed and took off her shoes. She was passed out again, but had throw up on her shirt. I put her shoes on the floor and grabbed the t shirt that was laying on the floor. It was probably dirty, but better than throw up or her waking up in a bra and thinking something happened. I took a deep breath as I took her shirt off. Lord help me if she thinks something else is happening. I looked away from her body as I got the new shirt turned right-side out. I quickly put it on, but as I pulled it down her body, I felt a belly button ring. Hm. I didn't expect that. I moved past it and pulled the covers over her body.

"I'll lock the door on my way out", I told her as she laid unconscious. I headed to the door and kept my promise, making sure the door was locked as I closed it. When I reached my car, I jumped in and grabbed my phone. I'd go ahead and send her a text before I forgot.

'Hey.. Please let me know when you wake up so I know you're okay. You got sick tonight and I just want to ensure that you are feeling better. Don't hate me for changing your shirt. You got throw up on it and I didn't want you sleeping in it. I figured you probably didn't want to sleep in it either. But I didn't see anything, I promise. I looked away the whole time to respect your body and privacy.'

I hit send and quickly regretted it. Was it too wordy? Did I express feelings that weren't there? Did I express feelings that I wish we could have? I shook my head and sat my phone down. Now for me to go home, get some rest and get Rosalie off my mind tonight.

I haven't written a fanfic in literally like 7 years. How did I do? Leave a review and let me know. I'm open to ideas if you have any!