Chapter 5 – The Little Things
The little things you do to me, are taking me over, I wanna show you, everything inside me oh, like a nervous heart crazy beating – Colbie Caillet
For the next three hours, the girls sat huddled around on Bella and Alice's leather couch.
They were breaking down every moment they had spent with their crushes. Every word, every body movement, every thought.
The girls were now moving onto Rosalie.
"So I was opening the door..." Rosalie said to her best friends. She was hunched over at her waist, her voice high with excitement. "and I rammed right into him."
"I thought it was a wall at first," she admitted then turning her voice to a soft whisper. "That's just how strong he is!"
"Okay what did he say after?" Bella asked squealing on the couch.
"He said 'sorry miss' and grabbed my folders off the ground. After I introduced myself, I went up to my dad's office."
"Wait! What's his name? You haven't told us yet," Alice asked. She was happy x 10 for her best friend. Rosalie had as many bad relationships as Jennifer Lopez.
"His name is Emmett," Rosalie said smiling, picturing him.
"Wait are we talking Chace Crawford or Ed Westwick?" Bella asked wondering about the appearance of Rosalie's crush.
"We're taking Crawford eyes with curly Westwick hair!" Rosalie squealed.
After stepping out of her office for a quick lunch, Bella walked back into the polished medal elevator of the Times Building.
Rounding the corner, spiced chocolate notes engulfed Bella's sense of smell, causing her to gag. The only one who wore that perfume was...
"Jessica," Bella said acknowledging the short, stringy haired reporter inside the elevator.
Looking up from her Blackberry Pearl, Jessica's M.A.C. make-up covered face just nodded in response.
Jessica was Bella's main competition at the Times. Although they had the same amount of front pages, Jessica still held a grudge because she had the pleasure of looking at a pigeon infested brick wall through her window, while Bella's overlooked the Hudson.
Whatever. Bella didn't have any patients for a reporter that looked like she had just walked out of a Liz Claiborne ad.
Slipping on her Starbucks non-fat Chi latté, Bella thought about her article. She was reporting on the 3-D and geometric aspects of Oscar de la Renta's new collection.
She didn't have the front page today, but the article would make inside cover at the very least.
Walking towards her office door, she heard Caitlin's high voice speak into her desk phone, "Miss Swan's office…one moment please."
"Miss Swan, Alex brought over some cutouts he thought would be useful for your article while you were out. I put them on your desk."
"Okay, thanks Caitlin," she said. Bella's editor was always giving her prints of collections she was reporting on. They made a great team. They were the Dolce & Gabbana of the newspaper world.
Setting down her latté and vintage Chloé bag, Bella sifted through the clips of designs.
"Miss Swan, I have a call for you on line three," Caitlin said through the intercom on her desk phone.
Picking up the polished black corded phone, Bella pressed her french manicured pointer finger into the third button.
"Isabella Swan," she said. Bella always used her full name, it made her more professional.
"Hi Bella, its Edward…remember from the other day," a soft voice said.
'Remember.' Like Bella could forget. Pul-ease! That was like forgetting what Zac Efron looked like without a shirt on in 17 Again. Both events would always be ingrained in her memory.
"Yeah I remember. How are you Edward?" she said giggling and leaning back into her leather desk chair.
"I'm good, and yourself?"
"Good, just looking through some clips for my article."
"Oh, I woln't keep you long then. Well see Bella, my friend kept telling me to wait another day to call you, because apparently by calling you now I sound desperate, but since I'm already talking to you I mine as well ask…would you be free to go out with me tomorrow night?" he asked rushing his words like he only had thirty seconds to talk.
"I'd love to."
After giving him the address of her building, Bella spent about thirty minutes spinning around in her wheelie chair, smiling like an idiot.
After the stepping out of the cab, Rosalie snuck a peek at her reflection from the metal door handle of her father's building.
Her brown knee length dress with a detailed small leather belt at the waist was the perfect combination of work-appropriate and fashion. Her long wavy blond hair hung over her shoulder in a loose side pony. Altogether her look said, 'I work hard, and still look hot.'
It was the message she wanted to get across to a certain someone who worked on the tenth floor.
After walking out if the over-sized elevator, Rosalie saw her new crush walking to the printer in the corner of the main office area with the April copy of Cosmo Girl in one hand. It was more shocking then the fringe boot fad.
"Wow Emmett. I pegged you as more of a Sports Illustrated kind of guy, but Cosmo is good too," she called.
"Oh Rosalie you have to help me. I need a women's perspective here," he said sprinting over to her. Of course that made his curly hair fly around his head like a model. Ehmygosh can you say gorgeous? Okay snap out of it Rose!
"My sister's fifteenth birthday is in a couple of days and I have no clue what to get her?" he asked with a worried look on his face. Like a six year old thinking that the tooth fairy would forget about them.
"Well does she have any hobbies, favorite designers?"
"She always talks about some guy named Zac, that help?"
"As in Posen, um… she has good taste," Rosalie said in approval. "My favorites have to be his Wimbledon Dress. His Ship Shape gown is beautiful if she has a formal occasion to attend. I also love his Sander dress and you can never go wrong with any handbag in his silver metallic collection."
When Rosalie finally brought herself out of her Posen mind frame, she saw Emmett starring at her like she had just spoke pig latin. If his eyebrows scrunched together anymore, they would be in a strait line.
Backtracking fast Rosalie said, "Why don't I just show you. All meet you at Barney's at eight?"
Emmett's eyes immediately lit up, a large smile of relief covering his boyish face. "Oh thank you so much, I have no idea what I'm doing," he said letting out a gust of air and holding up the magazine.
"No problem, I'll see you later then," she said turning on the heal of her gold slides.
"Hey daddy can I ask you something," Rosalie said placing down her fork on the place of half-eaten garden salad that sat in front of her. Rosalie and her dad had stepped out for a short lunch at the Greenwich Village Bistro to finalize some of the court papers.
"Sure hon, what's up?" he said placing his club sandwich back on the eco-friendly tray.
"Well I don't really know how to ask this but, um what's Emmett like?" she said, trying to be nonchalant about it so her father wouldn't notice-he was an attorney after all.
"Oh Cullen, smart kid, he's in his junior year at NYU Law. This is his second year interning for me, I'll probably offer him a position in the firm when he graduates," her father said. He spoke as if he was a coach talking about his future football recruit. "Why do you ask?"
"I was just wondering, he needed help with a birthday present for his sister," Rosalie said sipping her lemon water and hopping her father would buy her lame excuse like the media did when Lauren and Heidi said they feud was over.
After applying the third coat of gloss to her Scarlet Johansson lips, Rosalie finger-combed the ends of her pony tail.
Why was she so nervous? It's not like this was a date. She was helping him pick out a birthday gift for peat's sake.
Trying to listen to the rational part of her brain, Rosalie let out a gust of air from her lungs and watched cars pass from the cab's scratched window.
All of her nerves came back when she saw him leaning up against the wall of Barney's. Even looking awkward, he was still a ten.
"Rosalie," he called when he spotted her coming out of the cab.
"Hey Emmett. You can call me Rose if you want, everyone else does," she said, trying to act like she hadn't seen him there the entire time.
"Okay, thanks so much for your help tonight by the way."
"Don't thank me yet, we haven't found the perfect gift," she said as they walked through the large glass double doors.
As the familiar smell of leather handbags and Chanel filled her nose, Rosalie was home.
"Rosie, Rosie," she heard the high voice of the salesperson that always assisted Rosalie and her friends.
"Hey Riche," she said after giving him a double kiss on each cheek.
"Wait, wait, wait, let me look at my favorite marketing director," he said taking his skinny arms off of Rosalie's shoulders. "Boss by Hugo Boss dress, Burberry belt, Mui Mui sandals, beautiful job," he said clapping his silver ring covered hands together like a school teacher.
"Thanks Riche. Has the new Zac Posen collection arrived yet?"
"Just in. Come, I'll so you," he said offering his elbow to which Rosalie slipped her arm into.
"Rosie please, please tell me that yummy looking boy is single," Riche whisper asked as they climbed up the stairs to the second floor.
"I'm pretty sure he's strait. He didn't know who Zac was at first," Rosalie said a little too loudly.
"Ah the good ones always are," he said snapping his fingers like he had just lost a bet.
After reaching the second floor, Rosalie was greeted with colorful winter collections.
"Here's his new line. Rosie if you need anything just call for me," he said excusing himself and nodding towards a very awkward looking Emmett.
"Okay do you know her sizes?" Rosalie asked Emmett while she fished through a rack of blouses.
"She comes up to here," he said pointing half way up his chest.
"Hum, well since I don't know her sizes, what about a bag," she said laughing at his attics while releasing her grasp from a cream chiffon blouse.
"What's her favorite color?" Rosalie asked as she walked over to one of the display tables.
"Purple," he answered confidently, following behind her.
"Those just came in this morning Ma'am," one of the sales women said watching Rosalie practically duel over the lavender metallic collection in front of her.
"That's perfect. Emmett satchel or clutch?" Rosalie asked pointing to each bag.
"Um what?" he said rubbing the back of his neck with his hand and biting his bottom lip nervously. Did he seriously do that just to look even cuter!
"We'll take the satchel," Rosalie said to the sales women giggling at Emmett's actions.
After Emmett paid for the bag, the women left to box and rap it.
"Are you and your sister really close?" Rosalie asked.
"Yeah, my mom's passing and my dad not ever being around brought Carson and I closer."
"I'm so sorry, on both accounts," Rosalie said staring into his ice blue eyes. She couldn't even imagine losing a parent.
"Thanks, my dad's a surgeon at Mount Sinai. He always wanted me to take over his practice after college. Since I went into law, it's been pretty bad. We don't really get along to say the lease. And for my mom, well she was sick for a long time...so its better that she's in peace now," he said honestly. Rosalie could see the difference in his eyes when he talked about his father verses his mother. Hard, and then soft and sorrow filled.
"Your purchase Miss," the sales women said handing Rosalie the paper bag.
"Thanks," she said giving the bag to Emmett.
After they walked out of Barney's, Emmett haled down a cab for Rosalie.
"Hey Rose, would you go out dinner with me?" he asked shyly looking down at his shoes.
"Like a date?" she asked. Rosalie was more surprised then when she heard that Corbin Blue was headlining his own tour. He was laying on family drama ten minutes ago, and now he wanted to go to dinner?
"Not if you don't want it to be like that. It could a thank you meal. It's only a date if I kiss you goodnight," he said as he opened the cab door for Rosalie.
"No, I'd love to go to dinner with you," she said smiling brightly as he took out his Blackberry. Instead of putting her name underneath her cell phone number, Rosalie put the name 'Shopping Cuttie.' It was a test she always used to see if the guy was actually paying attention to her rather just her appearance. If he could actually identify and remember her from a million other girls in his contact list.
"I'll call you," Emmett promised slipping his phone back into the back pocket of his cacky Brooks Brothers dress trousers.
"Miss you gotta get in the ca. The lights a turning" the annoying cab driver shouted out the window ruining their perfect moment. Rosalie hadn't noticed that Emmett was still holding the door open for her.
"Have a good night," Emmett said smiling as he closed the door after Rosalie.
Sorry, sorry for the lateish chapter. My Beta just got back from Europe and had some major jet-lag issues.
Just incase you haven't typed in 'supper hottie that will be playing Paul in New Moon' in your Google Image tool bar yet, his name is Alex Meraz.
Has anyone read the GQ Robbert Pattinson artical, the one where he talks about FANFICTION!!!! Yes I said it!!! He says, and I quote "It's suprisingly hard-core. And very well written." Can you believe that???
Just so you know, Chace Crawford has light blue eyes and Ed Westwick's hair is supper dark brown. They are both actors on Gossip Girl. Sorry if you got confused for a second. If you have any more questions fell free to ask.
As always thank you for reading
xoxo
Lex