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Chapter 4 – Movies & Dimples
Rosalie Hale
"Rosalieeeeee!" bang, bang, bang, "Rosalie Lillian Hale!" bang, bang, bang, "Get your skinny butt out of that bathroom now!" I rolled my eyes as I heard Alice stomp away from the door. In about five more minutes, Bella would be griping at me to get out of the bathroom too.
A typical weekday morning for us.
It wasn't my fault that I had the longest and thickest hair and it took me forever in the shower. Not to mention the same qualities applied to my leg hair too. It was completely gross, really. My hair was always one of my best features, it's what I was known for in high school. The downside was that it applied to all other hair on my body as well. Some girls could go for two days without shaving and only have a little stubble to show for it. But me, oh no, in twenty-four hours I would begin growing back my freaky man-legged gorilla-hair.
I needed all the time I used in the bathroom every morning. If not, I would be forced to go out in public looking like Big Foot, or Chewbacca, or something else that was really hairy.
And let's face it, I would never, ever let the male population who walk the same streets of Seattle as I do think of me as Chewbacca. That's just... ew.
I was only putting my friends' best interest at heart. Bella and Alice would not want to walk around in public with a best friend who looked like she was wearing sweaters on her legs either.
"ROSE!" kick, kick, kick, "Get." kick, "Out." kick, "NOW!" kick, kick, kick, BAM!
I took a peek at the little clock on the vanity. Right on time, Miss Swan.
With a final lip gloss check in the mirror, I opened the door right when Bella reared her left leg back for another kick, "Hold it, Mia Hamm! I'm finished." I said quickly. I did not want another bruise on my knee. Bella could kick pretty hard, I've learned from experience.
"Well it is uh-bout time!" She sighed and walked past me.
Then Alice came sprinting down the hallway, Mountain Dew in tow, muttering to herself, "Twenty-nine minutes, twenty-nine minutes, twenty-nine minutes…"
I don't know why the two of them constantly worried about being late. We've never been late to the office once. Our weirdly scheduled mornings worked out perfectly fine, they just hadn't realized it yet.
Alice and Bella would 'secretly' wake up at 6:30 every morning (they thought I didn't know) to take their showers first, and I rolled out of bed at 7 a.m. While the two of them were in their bedrooms, deciding what to wear, I took my shower (taking enough time to remove all unwanted hair and blow dry the rest of it that was left on my head). About the time I finished washing my face and moisturizing my skin, Alice would start banging on the door. Eventually she would give up and then Bella would appear shortly after with her kicking. In that amount of time, I have successfully applied all of my makeup. Then I would leave the bathroom for the two whiners, and go get dressed. By the time I was fully ready, Bella and Alice will have begun shouting at me from the front door to come on. I always quickly pour myself some to-go coffee and we rush out the door and we arrive at Volterra at eight o'clock on the dot, thanks to my driving skills.
It hasn't failed yet. Well, except for that time we overslept…
I slipped on a pair of my most comfortable heels, just as my name echoed through the apartment.
"ROSALIEEEE! IT'S TIME TO GOO!"
"COMING!" I called back and shuffled to the kitchen, picking up my thermos.
We piled into Stella and zoomed off to work. I smirked when I caught the time the radio read, 7:50 a.m. It only took nine minutes to get to the office; we were running early today.
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"Ow! Why do they make these stalls so damn small?" I growled after hitting my knee on the toilet paper dispenser.
"Maybe you're not doing it right…" Alice said, although a little distracted.
"How is there more than one way to do this? If I bend the wrong way, I might land in the toilet!"
"Rose, I would probably fall in the toilet before you." Bella laughed.
"How haven't you even injured yourself yet? I've already knocked over the freaking tampon trashcan and-"
"Ewww!" Both of my friends interrupted me.
I ignored them, "...and hit my knee!"
"I agree with Alice, maybe you're not doing it right." I heard Bella's stall door open, followed by the one on the other side of me.
"You guys already changed? I still need to get my shirt on!"
"Well, I don't see why you're so surprised. You spend more time in than bathroom than us at home; why would work be any different?" Alice giggled.
"Why would work be any different…" I mocked in a squeaky voice.
We had the earlier shift at the diner tonight, so the only way we would be able to make it on time was to get ready at work and then head straight over there. It was turning out to be a little harder than I had anticipated.
I finally yanked my top on and stumbled out of the tiny space, "I call the handicap stall next time!" I huffed, pointing a finger at Bella. The little sneak ran ahead of me and got there first today.
I tied the little scarf around my neck and then we headed out of the office and over to Vicki's where it was a packed house. I was actually excited because a busy night meant more tips and watching Bella try to avoid falling flat on her face as she weaved around all the people.
I waited on a table of fun guys who kept running over to the jukebox to replay the YMCA. When that happened, the girls working behind the counter had to do the dance, so everyone got a kick out of that. Then there was an old couple that thought it was hilarious when Bella ran into me and the whoel lot of straws in our aprons scattered all over the floor. They must have felt bad about it though because I got a pretty hefty tip from the couple.
We got off at around seven o'clock, so since it was still early Bella and Alice had Riley whip us up some dinner and I left to go rent a movie since it was my turn to pick.
The little bell dinged as I walked through the door and headed towards the romantic comedy section. I scanned the choices and didn't really see anything I liked, so I grabbed one that seemed the most interesting – Love Spelled Backwards Is Love – to hold onto in case I didn't find anything else. Then I went over to the action movies. There was one other person in the aisle walking up and down the walkway, looking like he was concentrating very hard on picking out just the right movie.
I scanned the choices and saw an interesting title and movie cover – Face Punch – so I reached for it, only to collide fingers with the weird, concentrated guy.
Neither of us backed away or apologized, but instead latched onto the DVD case and started playing a mini-game of tug-o-war.
"Excuse you, but I was just about to rent this movie." I said in a snotty tone.
"Yes, excuse me for trying to pick up the movie I had already grabbed. Not 'just about to'. " He scoffed back.
"Yeah right! You weren't even touching it!"
"I was too!"
"Oh please!"
"Is there a problem here?" I snapped my head over the middle-aged owner who had his eyebrow cocked at us, watching our not-so-playful banter.
"Yes, this man is trying to take my movie from me." I said in my best sweet and innocent voice.
"Oh, give me a break! You aren't buying this, are you?" He plead with the store owner.
"He doesn't have to buy anything because you are trying to steal the movie from me!"
"No. You are trying to use your position as the 'poor mistreated woman' in this situation to get your way!"
"I am not!" I gasped like I was honestly offended.
"Are you shitting me?"
"Hey, hey, hey!" The owner raised his voice, "Enough. There are two copies of that movie, why can't you each just take one copy and be happy?"
I glanced over at the shelf and sure enough, another DVD was sitting there. It was a good thing the guy I was fighting with let go and grabbed that one because I had made up my mind about renting this movie, the one in my hand, and no other.
Weird, movie-protective guy backed away from me instantly once he had the DVD in his hot little hands.
Ha. Ha.
I was reading the back cover, after the store owner decided we wouldn't be anymore trouble, and started giggling uncontrollably.
Mr. I-grabbed-the-movie-first looked up from his own cover and raised both his eyebrows at me.
"I don't even want to watch this movie anymore." I snorted as I set it back in its spot.
"You have got to be kidding me…" Movie-guy shook his head.
"Nope, I think I'll just go with my chick flick." I smiled and flashed him the cover of the movie I found earlier.
He finally cracked what was either a smile or a grimace and shook his head again, "Well, enjoy your movie then."
"I will."
I giggled once more and walked up to the cash register where the owner's eyes bugged out, "You mean you went through all that fuss and you didn't even want it?"
He made me start laughing again, "Nope."
He rang me up and handed me my receipt, but not before mumbling, "Women are crazy."
I guess Movie-guy was in line behind me and had heard him too, because he replied, "Tell me about it," as I exited the store.
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"Bella, Bella, Bella, Bella, Bella, BELLA!" I squealed as I ran down the hallway where she was standing and just about tackled her.
She made an 'oof!' sound when we made contact, but other than that no harm was done. "What's got you all excited?" she chuckled.
"I love my job!"
"Me too! Why do you love yours?" Alice popped in the conversation with a big smile.
"I get to go meet with Zafrina Amazon, of Amazon Essence Cosmetics this afternoon!"
To say I was just excited was a hell of an understatement. I was freaking head over heels in love with this project. Zafrina was only the woman who created the very first mineral based foundations, and then later developed a whole line of mineral products, all found in the Amazon jungles.
The woman was effing talented and I got to interview her in only a few hours!
Oh shit. Only a few hours!
"Okay, you guys have fun working and I'm going to go re-do my makeup." I knew I looked good enough, but I had to make sure my face was presentable for the woman who re-invented cosmetics.
I snatched my travel case out of my purse and went straight to the ladies' room. While I touched up, I silently sent a quick thank you to my parents for giving me a good pair of genes and the ability to cover up a pimple well.
When I looked in the mirror I was never insecure about my looks. Yes, maybe I was about my leg hair, but that was it. I felt that if I felt I looked hot and gorgeous, then I was hot and gorgeous. (My confidence is also something I'm known for.) Sometimes people tell me I come off a little snooty, unapproachable, and intimidating, but it's not on purpose. Like, I know Bella was really hesitant around me when we first met.
She thought that she was plain and not worth looking at, while placing me up top with all the Maxim Hot 100 girls. I quickly put an end to her ridiculous thoughts a couple days after we met; Bella was one sexy bitch and if I were chosen for that list, Bella would be right there with me.
Alice would end up making her own place on that list. She had this weird, quirky thing about her that when you took in her fashionista-style status, choppy bob, and the face of some sort of Disney princess, she was irresistible. Like every man's secret dream of being prince charming for that one lucky lady out there, Alice was a cross between their own version of Cinderella, Snow White, and Jasmine.
I took pride in having such hot babes for friends. When we walked into a room, all eyes zoned in on us and we took control of the place. Granted, Bella's face was always permanently red the entire night, but I could tell somewhere inside her she loved all the attention.
Deep down, anyways.
After gliding on a fresh coat of cherry gloss, I said goodbye to my besties and set off to meet the makeup guru.
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Zafrina was just as I had thought she would be. She was feared, but respected by all who worked for her and friendly, but reserved when meeting me.
We discussed her previous products and the new line of one hundred percent natural ingredients from the jungles. The best part though, was getting a decent sized tote filled with her fuckawesome cosmetics that weren't even in stores yet!
Did I mention how much I loved my job?
I even ended up asking her for a hug at the end of the interview because I just loved her and her genius mineral-mind so much.
Zafrina's boutique wasn't too far from the office, so I had walked. I exited the building and started fishing around in my purse to find my phone. I needed to call Alice, or Bella, or Esme, just somebody so I could tell them about practically the best day of my life.
I finally spotted it in the very bottom of my bag, pinned under my gigantic wallet and a bottle of lotion. I was pulling it out when out of nowhere a hand wrapped around my elbow and started yanking me backwards.
I could hear a really loud horn blaring in the background and some random shouts coming from people beside me on the sidewalk. I stumbled backwards, my movements being controlled by the very strong individual who still had their meat hooks wrapped around my arm.
"Let go of me!" I said harshly.
They didn't let go, only tightened their hold, except now I was being pulled back so fast that my feet flew out from under me and I rammed backwards into something rock hard.
"Ow!" I felt the air get pushed out of my lungs for a second when my back made contact.
That's when I felt the heavy breathing in my ear. I craned my neck to look at whoever was behind me, and mentally prepared myself to kick the creepy, grabby guy in the balls if it was called for.
What I saw in front of me was not creepy looking though, no sir. He had soft, hazel eyes framed with fine textured eyelashes. They were looking at me with concern. (I could almost count how many eyelashes he had, that's how close we were)
I leaned back only slightly – his hold on me limited my movements – and took notice of his short and loosely curled brown hair, and a pair of thin lips that his struggled breaths escaped between.
"Are you okay?" he asked in a voice that was too low and attractive for his own good.
I processed his question and was a little confused, I have to admit, "Uh…yeeeaaahhh…" I drawled out. Why wouldn't I be okay?
He finally released my arm and I hadn't realized how tight he had actually been holding me until I felt the circulation come back.
"You do realize you were almost ran over by a car, don't you?"
"What?"
"When you were walking along the cross walk. You went right as the stop light turned green and some jerk wasn't planning on yeilding for any pedestrians." He explained.
"And you… saved me?" I asked slowly. I wasn't really understanding...
"Just barely." He chuckled, kind of darkly.
I didn't really know what to say to him. "Thank you. It's mostly my fault, I guess… I was looking for my phone and not really paying attention…" I smiled sheepishly and waved my cell in his direction.
"Yeah, I saw you." He shook his head at me.
We stood there awkwardly for a few beats, not really knowing what to do. I had never been saved before, damsel in distress just wasn't my style. I didn't know if I was supposed to offer him something or maybe kiss him…
Yeah, you'd like that wouldn't you?
Oh, yes. I. Would.
I closed my eyes to try and refocus and not think about attacking this total stranger in the middle of the sidewalk with my lips. When I opened them back up he was still staring at me looking almost amused.
"You sure you're okay?"
"Yes, sorry. I just don't know- I mean do you- Is there anyway I can… thank you?" I fumbled over my words, which normally doesn't happen to me. That's more of Bella's thing.
He rubbed the stubble on his chin for a second while he thought about it, "How about you let me walk you back to wherever you're going, just in case you decide to wander out into the middle of a busy intersection again."
He grinned at me and I just couldn't find a bone in my body that wanted to tell him no, even though I was screaming at myself to let it be clear I could take care of myself perfectly fine.
I didn't listen to that voice though. This man was just being entirely too cute and gentlemanly, especially when he smiled like that and showed off his dimples. Dimples were a weakness of mine. I couldn't say no to dimples.
"Alright." I nodded and motioned ahead for us to start walking.
"So tell me…" he smirked, "what was so important about getting to your phone that kept you from watching where you were going?"
"What made you start staring at me and then jump in to be my hero?" I countered back.
"I asked you first."
I rolled my eyes and caved in to answering his question because he was still smiling with those awesome dimples, "I wanted to call my friends and tell them how great my day has been. Look, I was given this whole bag of the best makeup in the world. Wouldn't you want to call and tell someone that?"
"Oh, you know me so well!" he mock-gushed like a girl.
I rolled my eyes and laughed."Okay, now answer mine."
He suddenly seemed to get a little bashful and looked down at his feet, "I.." ahem. "I- Well, you were just walking super duper fast and plowed right past me. It was hard not to miss you."
Riiiiiight… I didn't buy that for one second.
"I guess that's a good thing, right? If I hadn't of gotten you to notice me, then I'd probably be getting strapped to a gurney right now."
"Yeah, thanks to my super human speed." He teased and flashed those fucking dimples again.
God, if he keeps doing that I can not be held responsible for my actions.
We walked in silence the rest of the way until we reached the front entrance of the magazine.
"Well, this is me..."
"You work at Volterra?" he asked. I was surprised he even knew about the women's magazine.
"Uh-huh, why?"
He brushed off my question, "No reason. So, do you have someone else who can supervise you, or do I need to follow you around the rest of the day to make sure you aren't killed?"
I rolled my eyes again and hit the side of his arm.
Oh. Well helllllooooo muscles… "No, thank you. I can take care of myself, but I'll just be driving home with my roommates later. Nowhere else."
"You're driving?" he looked at me skeptically.
"Yes, I am an amazing driver." I sighed, hitting him again.
Okay, so maybe it was just to get a feel of his huge muscles again, but they were attractively large and rock hard.
"Alright. I'll see ya around then. Be safe."
"I will. Thanks again." I waved and entered the front doors. When I reached the middle of the lobby I turned around and walked as quickly as I possibly could in three-inch heels back outside. I never did ask him his name…
When I got there he was gone, I wasn't even going to try to lie, I was disappointed. The guy had saved my life and he was hot.
Well now maybe that will teach you something Rosalie, I mentally yelled at myself, next time a hot, muscular superhero offers to walk you back to work, GET HIS NUMBER!
I took the elevator up to my floor and got off, still thinking about my conversation with Dimples (what I had decided to refer to him as).
I stopped by Esme's office and talked through the interview with her, going over what all Zafrina and I discussed and then let her go through the little goody bag I had gotten and pick out what she wanted. I had realized when I was looking through it earlier that there was like five of everything in it.
Then I went by the cubicles and found Bella and Alice lounging out in my small area waiting for me.
"Don't you two have anything better to do than hang around my work space?" I asked flatly, coming up behind them.
"Rose! How did it go? What was she like? Ooh! What did you get?" Alice started bombarding me with questions like I had expected, but stopped when she noticed the Amazon Essentials tote I was carrying.
"Just a little gift from Miss Amazon…" I smiled and went through the bag, showing them everything.
"…But that's not even the biggest thing that happened to me." I continued while they started trying out a few of the lipsticks and mascaras.
"Something better than meeting Zafrina?" Bella asked, shocked.
"Mmhmm, I almost got ran over by a car-"
"WHAT?" they both shouted and spun around to face me again.
"But this really, really hot guy with dimples saved me."
"Ooh… sounds like you didn't stand a chance." Bella smirked, knowing my turn on to dimples.
"I didn't." I sighed, pouting over the fact that I was so stupid to let him walk away, "And I still don't."
I had to find him again. You don't just come across such good looking - not to mention nice and sweet and muscular - men like that everyday.
Even if I had to stage another time where I almost got 'run over' I might just do it, if it meant having him save me again…
...zzZzZZ...
I was walking down the sidewalk again, but instead of searching for a cell phone in my purse, I was searching for a brown, curly-haired man in the swarm of people.
I would pass by a guy every so often that looked similar to him, but up close he wasn't even close to the man I was trying to find. Finally, the masses of people separated and there he was.
Dimples.
Strong arms, stretched out towards me and a smile on his face.
I dropped my things and set out in a dead sprint towards him. When I got just close enough to where my fingertips grazed the swell of his bicep, he vanished. I was still propelling forward, not able to stop myself and ended up in the middle of the street.
A car's engine revved to my left and began careening towards me. I couldn't get away fast enough befpre the vehicle would surely squash me flat on the pavement.
I jerked up in my bed, gasping and panting like some kind of dog. My mouth was dry as I swallowed down a lump in my throat.
It was just a dream.
I fell back onto the bed and stared at the ceiling for a while, just now grasping the fact of how much Dimples had actually done for me. He saved my life.
I got up and padded to the kitchen, the scratchiness of my throat becoming more and more uncomfortable, to get a glass of water.
Once I made it back to my bedroom, I was wide-awake. The only thing that kept circling around in my brain were the words, "You just let him leave."
I mean, I couldn't have asked him to stick around so I could buy him dinner or something? The guy did prevent me from getting turned into a pancake on Rainer Square!
Rosalie, what the hell is wrong with you? You don't stumble upon random hot guys on the streets of Seattle that save your life everyday! You'll probably never see him again and spend the rest of forever wondering what could have happened!
I spent the entire night going over every little detail of those few minutes I spent with Dimples, finding spots in our conversation where I could have easily asked him out.
I am such an idiot!
I worried and stressed over my stupidity to the point where I came to the conclusion that I was going to die alone. All because I didn't even ask my hero what his name was.
Before I knew it, it was six in the morning and I took a quick power nap before sneaking into the bathroom to commandeer the mirror.
...and the sleepless nights begin! I honestly love this Rosalie, she is so much fun to write! What do you guys think of Miss Rosalie 'Chewbacca' Hale?
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"How haven't you even injured yourself yet? I've already knocked over the freaking tampon trashcan and-"
...mainly just because this is the first fic I've used the word 'tampon' in :P
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