A/N I KNEW YOU COULD DO IT! Thanks for the reviews guys! I LIVE for them! Sorry for the late chapters, had dance recitals ALL WEEKEND.
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ROSALIE POV
Emmett sighed, and looked at me with his gorgeous brown eyes. Then, it seemed an idea had hit him. He ran to his room, returning seconds later with two pieces of paper in his hands. He gave me a cheeky smile and said,
"Rosy, I have a dillemma here."
I raised my eyebrows. "Yes?"
"You see, I have two tickets to see Keith Urban live in concert in three weeks, and I was going to take my buddy Mike. However, mike doesn't like country music. I was going to ask him to go with me anyway, since I won the tickets in a radio contest and, you know, live music is live music. However, if SOMEONE liked country music, I could take SOMEONE to see Keith Urban with me."
I smiled. I had always wanted to see Keith Urban in concert. He's supposed to be fantastic live, brings people up on stage, even gives out signed guitars at shows.
I gave him a grin. "You have to ask. No insinuating, that doesn't work."
He looked up at the ceiling like, why me? then said, "Rosalie, do you want to go with me to the Keith Urban concert in three weeks?"
"I would love too." I said. Then we kissed, with Becky laughing in the background.
I was so excited! I brushed my hair nice, making the curls in my hair extra bouncy. I wore my cowboy hat, a pair of good jeans, a blue flannel tee, and some nice boots. I looked at myself in the mirror. I had been terrified to wear this in public, but now I was excited to do so. My doorbell rang, and I went to answer it. There was Emmett, all cowboy gorgeous, and ready for a great night.
"C'mon in!" I said happily. "I'll be right back, then we can head out!"
"Sounds good." He said with a grin.
I ran upstairs to put a small amount of makeup on. In my room, my brother Edward was waiting. He looked angry. Like, livid.
"What the hell are you thinking, Rosalie?" He whispered to me angrily. I wasn't fazed. I knew he would react like this.
"I'm going on a date with Emmett Mcarty, and I know what your going to say. I don't care. Emmett isn't that bastard." I responded calmly.
"But Rose-" Edward argued.
"Edward. He's not going to hurt me. I trust him. If he does, (which he won't) you have my full permission to rip his lungs out."
Edward didn't look pacified. And I didn't care. I was excited for my date, and Edward wasn't going to take the fun out of it for me.
But in the back of my mind, a whisper of doubt said, What if Emmett is just like the rest?