DISCLAIMER: I DON NOT OWN TWILIGHT OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS…
Okay y'all, I'm going to try to write from Em's POV. Review and tell me if it sounds kind of like him, so that I may improve it his POV in later chapters.
EMPOV:
My name is Emmet McCarty. I am currently a bouncer. The work pays well, but I've decided I need something better to do with my life. I have short curly brown hair and brown eyes. I have a very burly build and I'm about 6'3. I also have a tattoo between my shoulder blades that is the number 66. It looks like the numbers on the back of a jersey. 66 was my college football jersey number. Unfortunately, before I could be drafted I got a serious leg injury in a game that prevents me from playing the glorious game any further.
My friend Edward Cullen says he has to perfect job for me: A personal body guard for Bella Swan, supermodel. Now, I've never met her personally but Edward is a close personal friend of hers. He just so happens to know that she is holding auditions for a 24/7 body guard. He told the story behind her decision, about how she was almost snatched from a club right under their noses. For some reason this sparked an intense need to protect this beautiful girl. How could someone steal a person away from her family and friends to have their way with her and, probably, kill her? Such an act should send someone into the lowest circle of hell to rot.
I have tomorrow auditions start. Edward said he'd put in a good word for me. Now, I have to work-out. I start with 100 one-handed pushups (50 right handed and 50 left handed), 50 pull ups, and 40 squats with a 220 pound weight. When I came back from lunch I military benched a good 220. After my work out I was exhausted and sweaty. Time for a shower!
I walked through my empty loft to my master bathroom (Empty as in nobody to share it with). I got into the double walk in shower and scrubbed my body with Axe soap. I love that stuff. I got out, dried off, and got dressed in some pj's, considering it's about 8 at night. I got in my huge, empty bed and turned on my 62' flat screen on the opposite wall. I program called Dancing with the Stars is on. I was kind of shocked to see Bella Swan appear on stage. It was a Cha-cha number. Good Lord did she look like sex on legs. They were dancing to a song called Put Your Hands on Me (This was originally performed by Kathryn & Ryan on So You Think You Can Dance. Check it out on youtube.). This dance was seriously HOT. Now, I've never really been into dancing before, but I am seriously considering watching this show more often if I get to watch Bella do THAT move.
After the show went off at 9 I decided it was my bed time. I turned off my tv and promptly feel asleep, snuggled into my pillow.
I woke up with the blinding sun right in my eyes, which did not make for a happy Emmett. I rolled over to see my two best friends: Jasper and Edward. Edward was standing over by the blinds with that cocky half smirk on his face. Japer, on the other hand was standing next to my bed grinning.
"C'mon Emmett, man! It's time to get up." Jazz said sitting down on the edge of my bed.
"Ugh. What time is it?" I asked them, rolling over to burry my head under my pillow.
"About 7:30. I've been up since 5." Edward said, I could hear the smirk in his voice.
"Wake me up in about an hour." I replied, it came out muffled due to the pillow over my face.
"Nope!" Jasper said as he yanked my comforter off of my bed. "C'mon. We're auditions are at 9."
"Fine man! Fine! Can you get out now?" I ask trying to get them to leave. Them, maybe I can get a little more sleep.
"Nope. Out of bed or I'll get the cold water. Looks like you need a cold shower anyway." Jazz said, his mouth pressed in a tight line trying not to laugh.
Edward on the other hand didn't have as much control, seeing as he burst out laughing. "Have a good dream brother?" he managed to ask between laughs.
"Shut up." I said getting out of bed and shoving him.
I got in the shower not because I was dirty. I just took a shower before I went to bed. But, because I did, indeed, have a very large problem to deal with, if you catch my drift. When I got out I wrapped myself in a towel and peeked into my room just to check that Edward and Jasper left. Once I found it safe, I went to my closet and put and dressed in my Nike work-out clothes, as Edward suggested. He said that we were going to be "tested". Okay, then. When I came out of my room I went down stairs and found Jaz and Ed in the kitchen chatting about whatever the shit those two talk about.
"Dude, come on! Would you please hurry? You take more time to get ready than Alice!" Jasper said exasperatedly.
"You aren't lying Jaz. I swear this guy is a more of a girl than Rose!" Ed said to Jasper.
"Hey!" I punched Edward in the arm " I'm right here. Don't talk about me like I'm not even in the room, in my house. Why do I have to be a girl, just because I care what I look like." I grabbed the bagel Edward had just taken a bite out of and finished it for him. "Besides, why the rush? Its only," I checked my watch, "8:05. Auditions don't start until 9." I pointed out.
"Sure Emmett. You can have my bagel. It's not like I was eating it or anything." Edward said sarcastically. "Anyway, we need to get there early because there's probably going to a line."
I just rolled my eyes at Edwards dramatics. "Whatever, let's go." I grabbed my keys and gym bag and headed out the door.
*At the audition hall*
Okay, so Edward wasn't kidding when he said there was a line. I was number 103 and we got there at 8:15. I mean, really? Is this job really that sought after? Well, she is super gorgeous. Isabella Swan is not just super hot. She goes past that. The word beautiful doesn't even describe her. The pathetic thing is most the guys here just want the job for the chance at getting in her pants. Don't get me wrong, that would be an awesome perk of the job, but it's not the whole reason I'm doing it. I honestly have this crazy intense need to protect this girl, well woman. She has this really confident, I can do what-ever the hell I want, when I want to do it, look about her (which is super hot), but I can see the scared insecure side of her hidden deep beneath all of the confidence. I just want to take care of this girl. Hey, and if she comes to me in the middle of the night, begging me to make sweet passionate love to her I won't complain. Losing a few hours of sleep with her seems like a good way to spend a night.
So, here I am at auditions. Most of these guys are punks. Some are on roids, I can tell by just looking at them. I know the difference between natural buff and steroid induced buffness. Some of these guys are just dreaming. I mean there was this guy over here about 20 minutes ago. I swear the little punk must have been barely 20. He had the ego of pro wrestler and the build of a noodle. I had shifted my weight from one foot to the other and bumped the kid by accident. The dude almost lost his balance. Yeah, he's a dreamer.
Once I finally made it to the front I was put into a group with the nine guys behind me. (The turn out for auditions was probably about 200, but they stopped letting people in at 150.) We were brought into a large room. The walls were coved in mirrors and a bar went all the way around the room. We were told to get down and do as many two handed push-ups as we could. I looked around and surveyed the competition. About 5 of the guys here were "dreamers" as I like to call them. The other four of the guys in the group looked like they worked out. One guy was bigger than me. He's on roids. I've learned never to judge a book by its cover. Sure these guy didn't look like much competition, but it's not size the matters for push-ups, it's endurance.
We all got down in the push-up position. One of the dreamers couldn't even get into the right position. He wanted to do girl push-ups. The coach, a man that could rival a drill instructor, kicked his ass out of the room and told him not to come back. Coach blew his whistle and we all started. Three and the remaining four dreamers barely made it past 50, one dropped out at 35. The only remaining dreamer dropped out at 63. That left five, including myself. Two of the guys dropped out after 150. The guy on steroids dropped out after 200. And so there were two. I was starting to worry. I knew I could push myself a bit further, but there was no way I going to come close to three hundred. I'm used to doing 100 one-handed push-ups, so two handed ones were no problem, but even 300 is pushing it for me. Luckily for me, my competitor dropped out at 220. I went to 250 and dropped. I was hot and sweaty, panting for breath and shakey.
Coach told us to get up and stand in a straight line. He shook my hand and congratulated me, saying I had progressed to the next level. He shook the hands of 3 other guys who had lasted and dismissed us. He told me to meet in this room at 10:30. I stayed and chatted with a couple of the guys who stayed. We shook hands and told each other "good job". You know, good sportsmanship and all that crap.
I went to my gym bag and dug around until I found a granola bar and a bottle of water. I went to the room coach mentioned that I could wait in and spread out on the floor. I set the alarm on my phone for 10:15, which gave me about 15 minutes to stretch. It's about 9:55 now. I ate and chugged some water and lay back, using my bag as a pillow. I was vaguely aware of the other guys in the room, waiting also. I slipped off to sleep quickly.
I jolted awake when the alarm on my phone sounded in my ear. It was 10:15 and time to stretch. Who knows what else they have in store for us. I looked and counted. There were 15 of us left. I quickly stretched and chugged some more water. I headed back to the mirror room where we were before. Some of the guys were already there. I checked my watch. It was 10:26. Those guys better get here quickly. As time passed, more guys came. They all looked like it could be some serious competition. We were all chatting quietly and sizing each other up while waiting for coach. At 10:30 on the dot he walked into the room and everyone fell silent. He ordered us in straight line and we scrambled to get that way.
Here we go again….