Partly Parson's
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Rosalie's POV:
I know I'm beautiful. I have long blonde hair and crystal blue eyes. My body is shapely and I have long legs that any girl would die to have. I'm 5'10 easy, and I know that most of the female population in New Orleans looks up to me, literally. So why is it that I'm standing in my living room worried shitless? Oh, I know why! My punk ass brother pissed me off and the closest thing to me was my mother's 200 year old vase, so of course that is what went flying at his head. My older brother, Edward, a.k.a. the bane of my existence, and his best friend and stoner Jasper Whitlock decided that today of all days was a good day to make a show of themselves.
Earlier Royce King, my soon to be very rich boyfriend, was over and we were watching a movie on the couch. Innocent enough. Well Royce decided he wanted some friends to come over and of course I wanted to show him what a good girl friend I was going to be and complied. His friends came over and started trashing the place, which happens often in our house anyway because we throw a ton of parties. But then Royce decided he wanted to be handsy, now I'm not a prude but I'm not a slut either so I refused. Royce got upset and started yelling at me, I can deal with that, he just needed to be coaxed off the ledge he was getting too close to and I was doing a good job. Then Edward and Jasper walk in. The situation looked bad, I know, but I had it under control. Edward, however, didn't think so. He and Jasper beat the shit out of Royce, real Billy bad ass style. Now Royce is gone and I'm certain we aren't going to date. So I threw the vase at him, which shattered into a million tiny pieces with no way to glue it back together, and told him he had ruined everything.
"Rosie, I don't understand why you would want to be with someone like that anyway! He was about to hit you! Don't tell me he wouldn't, maybe not today, but one day he would have! Then what? Huh?" Edward spoke softly with reason on his side. "You are wrong." Was all I said before I turned my back to him. "Rosie, don't be that way." Edward pleaded. I wasn't listening. "Well if you aren't talking to me then I'm going to have to throw this letter from Parson's away, and I thought you wanted it so badly." Edward said in a sad voice and began to walk to the kitchen. "No!" I bellowed and ran towards him but he held the damn letter out of my reach. "Not til you tell me you luv your big brother!" He teased. "I luv you, now give me my letter." He handed me the letter and I opened it. It read:
"Dear Mr. Edward A.M. Cullen,
We are happy to inform you that you have been accepted to Julliard academy of the arts…." Oh my God! He got in! Wait where is my letter? "Edward, this is your acceptance letter to Julliard." I said confused. "I got in?" He asked stunned "Yes, Now where is my letter?" "Right here, you have been accepted to Parson's School of Design with a full scholarship! Rosie this is amazing!" Edward exclaimed and picked me up, twirling me around like he did when we were little. He put me down and kissed the top of my head. "See you tonight Rosie." He said and headed up to his room to find Jasper, who had somehow disappeared after all the commotion.
Edward's POV:
I cannot believe that little dick even thought he was going to put a hand on my baby sister! What the Fuck, and why did she insist on defending him? The best thing that could have ever happened for her right now was for her to get the hell out of New Orleans. Royce King's family was powerful and apparently he wanted her to be his punching bag of a wife, and I wasn't going to have any of that. Parsons and Julliard, WOW! We both got into the schools we wanted. Rosalie graduated from high school this spring, I graduated last year. We were only eleven months apart. My birthday is June 20 and hers is May 16. I can't believe I'll be 19 in four days.
Our parents are very successful. My father is the famous surgeon Carlisle Cullen. He wants me to follow in his footsteps and carry on the family prestige. I convinced him that Rosalie needed somebody with her in New York, telling him I would go to Julliard until she was finished with her degree and if by then my music career hadn't taken off I would transfer to NYC and go pre-med. Surprisingly, he bought it. What he didn't know was that Jasper and I already had a recording deal signed with RCA and would be recording our record while we were there. Carlisle had blonde hair and crystal blue eyes like Rosalie, she was his clone in the looks department, but I looked just like my mom. My mother, Esme Cullen was a famous interior designer. She has designed for some very important people, including the president; she also does some art pieces in her spare time. She has bronze hair that is long and curls and beautiful emerald eyes, just like me, only my hair is a mess, it's full of cowlicks and never does a thing.
"Jasper, where the fuck are you shithead? How are you just going to abandon me back there to deal with her, you know how she gets all irate over boys, especially that prick Royce?" I yell as I begin up the stairs to my room. There's Jasper lying on the bed smoking a joint as usual. "Maybe we should just let her get hit once to see that she really does not want to be with a guy like that" Jasper says blowing smoke into my face. "First off if you are gonna blow that shit in somebody's face at least make it a decent shot gun, and second off you know exactly where that would go." I said while taking the joint out of Jasper's outstretched hand. "Edward…" I began mocking my father's voice "she is your little sister and therefore your responsibility when your mother and I can't be there. You must make sure she is protected, how could you let some boy hit her like that?" I finished taking a large drag from the joint; I held the smoke in for a few moments and then blew it out. "It doesn't matter that half the time when I interfere it just pisses her off." I sank lower into my chair letting the effects of the joint take my mind elsewhere. Several minutes and hits later Jasper hands me a folded up piece of paper. "What is this?" I questioned "Thought you may wanna check that out man, I'm so stoned" Jasper answered. I opened the paper and my jaw dropped. "Holy hell Jazz! When did you apply?" I ask astonished "Same day you did." Jasper answered simply. "Why didn't you tell me?" I exclaimed in disbelief. "I figured surprising you would be so much more fun." Jasper shrugged. "You jerk. I'm hungry, let's go get taco's!"
Rosalie's POV:
I walked into the kitchen to get the dust buster so I could clean up the mess I had made. "Ok Rosalie, you need to come up with a really good reason why the vase is broken, if it's good enough you know Edward will back it up because he's your big brother and therefore wrapped around your little finger, right alongside daddy." I think to myself. Then it dawned on me, I would tell mom the vase fell over after Edward gave me my acceptance letter, we were both so excited and he was spinning me around in a loving embrace and it was accidentally knocked over. Then I would tell mom I would have a one of a kind vase made by one of the promising students at Parson's. It was perfect! Now that I'm finished with that, I need to go tell Edward and Jasper. I knock on his door. "Edward, I need to ask you something." I called through the door. "Yeah, what is it Rosie." He answered so I opened the door and stepped in. "Eddie, I need you to go along with the story I came up with about how the vase got broken." I pouted. "No." he answered seriously. My jaw dropped, "Why not!" I asked confused. "Because if I do, you won't get in any trouble and trouble is exactly where you need to be until we leave." He answered matter of factly. "Why?" I asked I was seething with anger. "So you can't see Royce King anymore." He reasoned. "If I promise to never see him again, will you go along with it? Edward …Please! We leave Sunday anyway!" I begged, which is usually beneath me, but this time I messed up and I've gotta get outta trouble. "Ok, but no Royce. When's the party?" He asked knowingly. "What party?" I countered innocently. "Rosalie Hale Cullen, you need to tell me when your going away party is going to be and my birthday party for that matter since I already know you are going to plan one. You need my help and you know it." Edward said, taking a bite of his taco. "Ugh, fine. I'm throwing it tomorrow. There is going to be a day party for mommy and daddy and all their friends who will bring amazing gifts by the way and then precisely at ten they will all leave and we'll have the place to ourselves for the real party. I'm going to call Tanya and Irina now and get them to stay tonight and help me organize a last minute caterer and cleanup crew and I need you and Jasper to get Marcus to buy the alcohol since mom and dad will lock up the liquor cabinet before they leave." I informed them. "Can do little sis. Now about Tanya and Irina…" Edward began. "No, they are my friends and you and Jasper best leave us be, and that means tomorrow too. Tanya is too clingy for you anyway Edward and Irina is too for that matter, all though clingy may do you some good Jazz" I scolded them. "Yeah, sure Rosie. Go plan your party and tell your friends we said hi!" Jasper said goofily. I slammed the door as I walked down the hall to my room. Stupid brother and his stupid friends. I dialed the familiar number to my B-F-F Tanya. "Hey Bitch! What's happening tonight?" Tanya answered after only two rings "Hey Hooka, I need you and Irina to come over ASAP. You guys need to pack a bag, be sure to bring a day dress and a party outfit." I said "Sure, but for what?" Tanya asked, but I could hear her getting her bag together already. "I got into Parson's." I told her and all I heard for the next few seconds was squealing. "Really? OMG I can't believe it. Damn you are gonna be a high falutin bitch and I'm gonna be here still a nobody!" Tanya said sadly. "No, you'll never be a nobody. You are going to be a big time lawyer, remember we make ourselves successful." I told her encouragingly. "Yeah, I know. Ok I'm on my way and I'm bringing Irina. Luv ya Biatch!" With that Tanya hung up and I waited for her to show up.
In the thirty five minutes it took my girls to get to my house I had already called a cleaning company and scheduled them to be at the house by seven thirty Saturday morning. I also called our favorite bakery and had a huge guitar shaped cake ordered for Edward. I wanted it to be emerald green, just like his eyes with a marijuana leaf airbrushed in black on the bottom and his name under that. I know he's gonna love it. I also ordered a more formal congratulations/ happy birthday cake for the day party. It was a chocolate cake with Jamaican rum flavored icing nothing special… pretty plain actually.
When Tanya and Irina finally knocked on my door I was on the phone with the caterer. I opened the door and mouthed "Come on up" silently. "Yes ma'am tomorrow." I told the woman on the phone. "I understand it is short notice…yes…well I'm sure you are busy…listen Ms.? Mrs. Copeland I'm not sure if you caught my last name or not, it's Cullen, as in Carlisle and Esme Cullen's daughter. Oh… yes now you understand. You know what come to think of it I'm going to need you personally for two shifts, yes the day service and evening shift. No I'm not sure what time the event will end. Is that a problem? I didn't think so. See you tomorrow at ten Mrs. Copeland." With that I shut my phone and turned to my friends smiling. "I love my name!" I exclaimed.
Edward's POV:
Jasper and I heard Tanya and Irina coming up the stairs with my sister who was using her good Cullen name to get her way. That girl knew how to get exactly what she wanted and she was ruthless, I mean killer. "Eddie, man we better stop, your rentals are going smell the pot when they walk in the door. Aren't you worried?" He asked for once really worried. "Nah, man this house is huge." It is a huge house. We live in a very secluded part on the out skirts of New Orleans. We own Gabriel Estates, which is a lake front property. Inside Gabriel Estates is Casa De la Cullen. Our house is a huge three story house, it has 10 bedrooms and as many bathrooms. The main part of the house, the part the four of us actually live in consists of a state of the art kitchen on the first floor, which my mom uses all the time, a guest room and bathroom a dining room and a living room and my parents master suites, thankfully they are at the opposite side of the house from our rooms. Then we go up one flight of stairs to the second floor and we have Rosalie's suite, complete with spa grade bathroom and tanning beds and freaking giant walk-in closet and a small balcony off the side of her room and my room which isn't so shabby itself, the bathroom is spa grade too, but I don't use all that crap all the time like she does and I have a huge closet full of clothes and guitars. I have a love affair with my guitars. In-between our two rooms is a game room and a set of stairs heading up to a media room where all the video games and movies we could ever want are located. All in all our house is the shit and everybody who is anybody wants to come to one of our parties, or hell just over for dinner.
"Hey Jazz; wanna mess with Rosie's party?" I asked Jasper slyly. Jasper is usually up for anything that will knot Rosie's panties up. "Yeah man, what'd you have in mind?" He asked "Hand me my lap top, and get on your phone. Send this invite to everybody you know:
Hey Party at the Cullen house. Tomorrow at 10:30. BYOB and Bring your drunk asses your own way home!!!" I instructed him while I logged into my face book account and sent everybody but my mom, dad and sister an invite. Less than ten minutes later I had over 50 confirmations. This was going to be one hell of a party!
We heard laughter coming from my sister's room, and being the good big brother I am, I had to go and stick my "nose" where it doesn't belong. "Come on Jazz, there are some real cuties over there. We need to plan our last Hoorah, in this town at least." I snickered as Jazz jumped outa his chair like somebody kicked his stoned ass. "I'm always in for sticking my shit in places it don't belong." Jazz answered and we headed across the game room.
I knocked loudly on Rosalie's door before jasper just barged in, you never know who you might see naked and my sister isn't somebody I wanted to see like that. "All Clear Eddie." Jasper mumbled, slightly disappointed. We walked in and sat on Rosalie's bed. "What are you ladies up to tonight?" I asked looking at Tanya. She was pretty, not a knock out and definitely not someone I wanted to "bring home to mamma" but ok to look at. She has strawberry blonde hair and light green eyes, a shapely body, a little short for my taste but nice. Her half sister Irina is ok too, she has the same strawberry blonde hair, she's taller than Tanya and a little thicker, but Jazz has taken a likin' to her so she's all his. "Not much right now Eddie, but maybe we could be up to something if you boys want." Tanya walked over to me swaying her hips suggestively. "Tanya, nobody but Jazz and Rosie call me Eddie, so let's stop that shit now, Ok?" I demanded. "Sure Edward, I'll call you anything you want." With that she sat on my lap. "Hell No!" Rosalie shouted. "First off, I told you two to stay away from my friends and Second off you better keep your hands off my brothers as in both of them bitches!" Rosalie spun from Jasper and me to Irina and Tanya who she had effectively ripped off my lap. "Oh, well maybe tomorrow Tanya. When Rosie here is occupied herself." I suggested. "Do it Edward and I swear I'll call Royce." Rosalie threatened. I turned my head slowly in her direction "That will be just fine Rose-bud, but when we can't come with you to New York because we are in prison for first degree murder, don't be upset." I warned as I walked out her door.