SYTYCD Chapter 17 Update on AO3
SYTYCD Chapter 17 Update on FFn
SYTYCD Chapter 17 Update on TWCS
Bella stayed at the house after the elimination, helping
Rose pack up her belongings. I knew that Rose’s elimination was going to be
hard on my girlfriend, but she didn’t show it outwardly. If anything, Bella
looked more determined to win. However, I was concerned for her and wanted to
be there for her, supporting her the best way I could.
Just not tonight.
As I sat on my couch, watching the news, there was a knock
at my door. Heaving my body off the sofa, I opened the door. Emmett was
fidgeting with his watch and blushing furiously as he danced on my doorstep.
“You okay, man?” I asked.
“Can I come in?” he asked.
“Sure. Do you want something to drink?” I asked, ushering
him inside.
“Got any scotch? Bourbon? Tequila?” he quipped. “God, I
fucked up. I soooooooo fucked up.”
“Emmett?”
“Just something strong,” he nodded absently. I shook my head
and found a bottle of whiskey that Alistair left in my apartment from my
welcome basket. I grabbed two tumblers and poured us each a glass. Balancing
the bottle and the two glasses, I sat down on the sofa, next to my friend. He
swiped one tumbler and downed the drink, pouring himself another. “Thanks,
Edward.”
“Why are you so anxious, Emmett?” I asked. “Is everything
okay? What did you fuck up?”
“You know Rose?” he replied, slugging down the whiskey and
pouring himself another glass. “Rose. My partner Rose. The Rose that hates my
guts because she thinks I’m a sexist pig? That Rose? Bella’s best friend who
got eliminated? Her? Rosalie Hale?” He was totally rambling and I was
concerned.
“Yeah,” I drawled out.
“We fucked,” he blurted, slamming his drink and grabbing the
bottle. He chugged a few gulps, grimacing. “Damn, that burns.”
“Slow down, Emmett,” I said, taking the bottle away. “Drinking
is not helping. You and Rose had sex?”
“No, we fucked. It was all anger, emotion and animalistic
fucking,” Emmett replied. “Rose lit into me because I dropped her during our American in Paris routine. She had every
right to be pissed. We’d kicked ass on that lift during rehearsals, but
something just didn’t mesh when we performed live. After the show, she started
yelling at me and I told her to calm down. She narrowed her eyes and grabbed
her shit, walking to my car and getting inside.
“I drove us to my apartment and she continued to scream at
me. I yelled back and the next thing I knew, we were pawing at each other like
animals and clothes were flying all over the place. I fucked her on the couch,
shocked at how tight she was. Oh my God … it was heaven being inside of her.
Then, we went to my bedroom and fooled around, fucking some more and we
crashed,” Emmett sighed, scrubbing his hands through his short hair.
“And why are you freaking about this?” I asked. “I thought
you liked her.”
“Number one, I didn’t use a rubber What happens if she gets
pregnant?” Emmett said, wrinkling his nose. “Number two, it was the best god
damned sex I’d had. Ever. Rosalie Hale is my fucking dream girl, Edward and she
hates my fucking guts. Gimme the bottle, damn it.”
He reached for it and I hopped off the couch, sitting on the leather chair. “No, Emmett,” I said, putting it behind me.
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