And we're back with another one! And for those of you wondering when Bella will show up, know that she's arrived in the story as of the chapter I just finished writing today. She should appear next weekend. And yes, this is an EDWARD and BELLA story, so don't worry there. Have I ever lied to you about it before? Just have faith.

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Cover Girl Chapter 4

Edward awoke with something fuzzy in his mouth. He wondered what had taken residence against his tongue, but quickly realized that it was his tongue that felt fuzzy. He stumbled out of bed and towards the bathroom, not turning on the light as he brushed the funk of the previous night away.

After he was finished handling all his needs in the bathroom, he headed for his bed again, but was stopped by Emmett who sat on his bed, holding Edward's most prized collection in his hands. The footlocker that Edward kept them locked away in sat open at Emmett's feet, and his hands were full of edition after edition that held Edward's connection to Rosalie.

"What are you doing?" Edward screamed and he lunged for the magazines, but Emmett was faster and not hung over, and Edward found himself lying on the floor holding his aching head while Emmett's foot pressed on his chest to keep him there.

"Little bro, I knew you went through my magazines, I knew you even kept some, but I didn't realize that you took this many! You know, I would have bought you your own copies so you didn't steal mine. But why in the hell do you have them in plastic covers? They aren't vintage editions from the 50s or anything, aren't worth money," Emmett commented as he continued to flip through the multitude of editions of Bunny Life. "And why do you only have Bunny Life? You know there are much better magazines out there that give you better spank fodder. Wait a minute…" he trailed off as he looked at the editions closer.

"Just put them back, please, Emmett. And get your funk covered foot off of me! I don't need your fungus to spread!" Edward yelled but Emmett didn't move his foot and Edward was still stuck on the floor.

"Dude, why are you missing editions? And why…Ohhhhh, I see," Emmett said, his voice taking on a tone of realization and Edward knew he was screwed, though he didn't realize how much until Emmett started reading one of the articles Edward had bookmarked.

"'Rosalie Hale seemed completely at ease as she prepared for her shoot, not seeming to care that there were dozens of people around while she undressed and began to get ready. Makeup artists went to work on her entire body, head to toes, and the photographer discussed what they would be doing, all while she stood there completely naked. She didn't even seem to realize that I was there to interview her, but she finally acknowledged my presence, looking at me through the mirror with those large brown, puppy dog eyes.

"You know, at first, I used to get really uncomfortable getting naked, but now, it's like I still have clothes on. Besides, they aren't all staring at my breasts like you are," she said with a smirk.

"Oh, sorry Miss Hale," I replied and she shook her head.

"Rosalie, please, Miss Hale sounds so formal when you've already seen the goodies."

I nodded in agreement and started with the basic questions.

"Favorite movie?" I asked.

"It's a tossup between Weird Science and War Games. I just loved what they imagined we could do with computers in the 80s," Rosalie replied.

"It was mentioned that you liked classical music, what is your favorite composition?"

"Clair de Lune, hands down. Ever heard it?" she asked and I just shook my head and continued with the questions.

"Favorite color?"

"I used to like brown as it reminded me of home in Phoenix, but after a few summers away, I can easily say that green is definitely my favorite color now."'

Edward hadn't realized that he was reciting the article as Emmett read it out loud, but Emmett surely had noticed.

"Dude, obsession much? I thought you were just rambling drunkenly last night, but now I know you have it bad. There are real girls in town to get your kicks with, you don't have to keep it all pent up for some porn star you'll never have a chance with," Emmett said, pushing Edward with his foot.

Edward knew he was joking, knew he wasn't being a total dick, but hearing him call Rosalie a porn star when she wasn't pissed him off. He shoved Emmett's foot off his chest and jumped to his feet, carefully taking the magazines from Emmett and placing them gingerly back in the footlocker.

"She's not a porn star you dickhead! She's an erotic model. And I'm not all pent up over Rosalie!"

"Eddie, little bro, you got it bad, which is going to make this trip that much better," Emmett replied as he smiled widely at Edward.

"What are you talking about?"

"In due time, little bro, in due time. But just know that I'm going to be your favorite brother by the end of this trip. Now, take a shower, wash the hangover away, spank away the Rosalie, and get dressed, we're going to Seattle.

"What in the hell for?"

"I need to do my Christmas shopping for Mom and Dad, and you need a serious wardrobe makeover before starting college. I'm not going to have my baby bro showing up for his campus tour in a geeky polo and slacks. This is the start of a new you; you won't be living under my shadow anymore. Consider this an early graduation present."

"Emmett, I don't graduate until June," Edward replied as he finished locking up the footlocker.

"I know that. I may be a football player, but I'm not dumb. Now, shower because you smell like a dorm bathroom, and get dressed. Mom and Dad are out for the day so it's just you and me," Emmett said and he finally got off of Edward's bed and left the room.

Edward wanted to collapse back on it, but Emmett's bellowing voice kept him from attempting it.

"If you lay back down, you'll get tea bagged!" Emmett called out from down the hall and Edward cringed at the mere thought of Emmett's sweaty, smelly nut sack anywhere near him.

The possibility of getting an Emmett tea bag was enough to propel Edward towards the bathroom and the hot shower that would hopefully scour away the disgusting mental images his brother had conjured with his threat.

Ten hours later and feeling like hell, Edward collapsed in the passenger seat of Emmett's Jeep as they started the long ride back to Forks. All day long Emmett had dragged him from one store to another, loading up on Christmas presents and clothes for Edward. He tried to protest but Emmett said he had more than enough money and to consider it a gift.

Edward had to admit that he liked everything Emmett had bought for him, vintage t-shirts, relaxed fit jeans, and Converse shoes. It wasn't that his parents wouldn't buy him those things, he just hadn't asked for them, opting for the comfortable polo and plain white t-shirt style he had worn throughout high school.

He was thoroughly exhausted and ready to get home. A full day of shopping with Emmett, not to mention the long ride to Seattle where Emmett insisted on blasting his music, was enough to make Edward's head pound and his body beg for bed. He was done, with the day and with his life in general. He couldn't wait to get out of Forks, head off to UNLV, get his degree, and never look back.

He also needed to make a run to Port Angeles in the morning to get the new edition of Bunny Life, the one with Rosalie's school girl shoot. He would have gone that day but Emmett's plans had made that difficult.

Edward shut his eyes, hoping to take a nap and make the ride home shorter. But what seemed like only minutes later, Emmett was slapping his chest and telling him to wake up.

"What the hell?" Edward asked, rubbing his chest as he blinked against the bright lights of the store they were parked in front of.

"Picked up your girl for you," Emmett said, handing him a brown paper bag.

Edward was skeptical, but slowly pulled the item out of the bag and saw the newest edition of Bunny Life inside, the one with Rosalie as the cover girl. He didn't know what to think about his brother buying it for him, or that his brother even knew about his infatuation with her, but he was grateful that he had the edition in his possession.

"Thought that'd make you happy. Now, let's get to the house, Mom and Dad are probably wondering where we are. Oh, and we need to figure out this trip. I say we drive there, take a few extra days if you can miss them from school. Besides, it gives us more brotherly time," Emmett said.

"Driving is fine with me, but can we take my car? The Volvo is a much smoother ride than the Jeep," Edward suggested and Emmett agreed, albeit reluctantly.

"Okay, but we're staying on the strip, I need to get my gamble on, and see some show girls."

"But I won't be able to do those things," Edward nearly pouted and Emmett laughed.

"Don't worry, bro. You'll be busy at the school and I have something planned for you."

"What?" Edward asked, wondering what on earth his brother could be planning for him in Vegas.

"You'll find out," Emmett replied cryptically.

"No prostitutes, no brothels, nothing like that, Em. I mean it."

"You wound me, bro. But okay, no payment for sex, but I can't guarantee that the trip will be sex free," Emmett replied, waggling his eyebrows at Edward.

Edward replied with a punch to Emmett's shoulder, making him laugh, and then the rest of the drive to Forks was spent talking about Christmas and what needed to be done before the Vegas trip.

So now Emmett knows somewhat how deep the obsession with Rosalie runs. And we got a bit more insight about Rosalie as well. Next up, VEGAS BABY! See you next weekend!