With A Little Help from My Friends

What would you think if I sang out of tune
Would you stand up and walk out on me?
Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song
And I'll try not to sing out of key
Oh I get by with a little help from my friends
I get high with a little help from my friends
going to try with a little help from my friends

"Good morning Daddy." I chirped in my sing song voice. I rushed into the kitchen where my father was sitting reading a newspaper and drinking coffee. I kissed him on his balding head and quickly reached onto the chair next to him and grabbed my sheer Versace sweater. I slipped it on over my royal purple Calvin Klein dress that came just above my knees; Not showing too much of my mile long, shapely legs. The fabric fit tight to my statuesque curves and had a subtle V-neckline. I quickly glanced at myself in the mirror. My name is Rosalie Lillian Hale and I was often thought of as the most beautiful girl in the world. Ever since the day I was born, I'd turned heads. Still with everyone's opinions, I was not arrogant or proud of being the most gorgeous. I knew I was beautiful, but I never did boast openly about it. I sighed and checked the clock. I didn't want to be late for the first day of my senior year of high school. I hurriedly grabbed a banana for breakfast and answered my ringing pink rhinestone, sparkly cell phone without checking the caller ID. I flipped it open and pressed it to my ear flipping my long golden blonde curls out of the way. "Hello?" I said grabbing my Prada purse and heading for the door.

"Hello yes Miss Rosalie? I was calling to confirm your reservations at the mental asylum." A deep, rich voice answered chuckling. I giggled as I recognized the voice as my best friend Emmett McCarthy. He'd been my best friend since junior high and we'd been inseparable ever since. We were the most unlikely friends, he being the star athlete of Forks High School, and I being the closest thing to a socialite you could get to in the small town of Forks, Washington. But stereotypes sometimes categorize people and he and I were the perfect example of that. I tried my hardest to keep myself from laughing as I answered.

"Oh perfect, but remember my request that my cell be as far away from the crazy Emmett McCarthy as possible." I giggled.

"That is impossible, I'm sorry Miss Hale but you actually have to share a cell. Now don't worry, he's not supposed to bite that much." He chuckled. "I really had you scared didn't I Rose?" He laughed.

"Oh yes of course. I was so scared I had tears coming." I chuckled sarcastically. "Now where are you? You were supposed to be here to pick me up ten minutes ago." I said walking towards the door. Knowing Emmett he was probably standing right outside about to jump out and scare me.

"Hold on Rose. Chill out. I'll be there in five seconds. Four… Three….Two… One! Okay you can look outside now." I sighed playfully and opened the door. His big red jeep was parked on my long driveway and he was opening the door to jump out. When he saw me he smiled his huge one thousand watt smile and jogged up to meet me. He was about six foot six very intimidating and muscular. Emmett ran his long fingers through his dark brown messy hair. His chocolate brown eyes with amber colored flecks in them were round and big and framed with impossibly long black lashes. He was extremely handsome. Not that I noticed that or anything…

He finally made it up to the door and we did our secret handshake that we made up in eighth grade.

"Awesome dress Lee Lee." He chuckled gesturing to me as I giggled and twirled. He was the only one who was allowed to call me Lee lee. "But just so you know I'd look better in it. " Emmett said, his dimples, which looked so out of place on his strong face erupted at the edges of his smile.

"Thanks a lot, and yes you can borrow it anytime. Your shirt's pretty nice too." I laughed as I had to redo two of the buttons on his dark blue casual button down shirt. He'd put them in the wrong holes again. For him to be eighteen he was still such a kid sometimes.

"Oh whoops, thanks a lot Rose." He blushed. "What would I do without my own personal fashion consultant?" He laughed tapping the end of my nose with his fingertip. He said goodbye to my dad and lead me to his jeep. He had on the radio as loud as his stereo would allow and I rolled my eyes jokingly as he began to sing along to our favorite classic rock station. Sweet Child O' Mine by Guns N' Roses was blasting out of the speakers and we both knew every word so I eventually joined him in our own little concert.

She's got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
Where everything
Was as fresh as the bright blue sky
Now and then when I see her face
She takes me away to that
special place
And if I stared too long
I'd probably break down and cry

Sweet child o' mine
Sweet love of mine

She's got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
I hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain
Her hair reminds me
of a warm safe place
Where as a child I'd hide
And pray for the thunder
And the rain
To quietly pass me by

Sweet child o' mine
Sweet love of mine

Where do we go
Where do we go now
Where do we go
Sweet child o' mine

We both laughed as the song ended. "Emmett, I'd really appreciate it if you kept at least one hand on the wheel at all times." I giggled as he rolled his eyes and immediately stopped playing his air guitar. The screeching guitar and pounding drums stopped and a slow love ballad came on. He immediately turned the radio off and blushed. My eyes shot down.

"We're almost to school and it will take a while for our ears to stop ringing." He chuckled. As we pulled up into the parking lot, we saw our classmates gathered around leaning against the hoods of their cars comparing schedules. Emmett jumped out of the jeep and came around to open my door. I hopped down and smoothed my dress. It wasn't a full five seconds before Jessica Stanley, the head cheerleader, that had the biggest crush on Emmett skipped up to join us. Mike Newton, who had an unhealthy obsession with me, and one of the wannabe jocks shook out his newly grown out hair. At least it wasn't still in those horrid, sticky, spikes he had on his head last year. He strolled up and smiled coolly at me.

"Hey Emmett." Jessica Stanley cooed. I narrowed my eyes at her. She ran up and struck a pose, her hands on her too big hips sticking her chest out. I rolled my eyes. Jessica flipped her brown hair.

"Rosalie," Mike grinned at the exact same moment. Emmett and I exchanged a glance and smiled

"Hello Jessica. What's up Mike?" Emmett sighed but smiled half heartedly.

"Hey Jess. Mike." I flipped my golden curls and hoped Jessica would run away crying as I posed like a supermodel and smiled my biggest ultra white smile. She pouted out her bottom lip but didn't lose confidence in her voice. I heard Mike take a loud inhale and he sighed stupidly.

"I gave you my number like eight times and I was expecting a call from you Emmett but I guess you must have lost it." Jessica winked at Emmett and he grinned.

"Yeah sorry I caused you to waste every waking moment by your cell phone waiting for me this summer." He chuckled. "I really am sorry, I did lose it." He said much too politely.

"Rosalie, I called you over the summer. I thought we could have hung out." Mike said and I think he flexed his biceps. Yeah he did. Of course he called me like seventeen times!

"Sorry, I was busy with ballet and things you know." I smiled. Why not make this fun? I thought. I winked. Mike hyperventilated. Emmett chuckled under his breath. Jessica scowled.

"Are you still dating that guy Royce King?" Mike asked looking to the ground and then looking to Emmett and raising an eyebrow. Everyone used to think Emmett and I were secretly dating, I was always wishing that were true, since the sixth grade to be exact, but Emmett had never asked me to be his girlfriend, so when Royce asked me on a date, I said sure. Royce had been my boyfriend ever since he had moved here from Rochester New York two months ago over the summer. We'd known each other in our childhood, our parents owned two sister companies and worked together on buying more and more companies. He was rich and handsome and gave me everything I wanted. I guess I could say that….

"That's cool. You know I'm having a party next Saturday, want to come?" He asked brightening up.

"Oh yeah man we're in!" Emmett laughed winking at me. Mike smiled and leaned over to give me a hug. I tried to flinch away but he wrapped his scrawny arms around me. He held me longer than necessary. His greedy hands lowered from my waist to my backside. I pushed away and pulled my fist back to smack Mike's stupid, smug face.

This reminded me all too clearly of the day a similar fate had led me to meet Emmett: My English teacher in the sixth grade, Mr. Green, asked me to stay after class. He told me my essay was written beautifully, congratulated me on the highest grade in the class and gave me a hug. His old wrinkled hands skimmed across my backside and I pulled back but he grabbed around my wrists. I remembered what I'd learned in self defense class so I easily pulled free and punched him in the nose. I got sent to the office though of course. As I was waiting outside the principal's office Emmett sat down in the chair next to me. 'What are you in for?' he asked smiling. I replied that I had hit Mr. Green and he laughed. I remember thinking that was the most wonderful sound I'd ever heard and I giggled along too. I asked him what he was in for and he'd said, 'Just the usual. I argued in debate class.' He chuckled and leaned over smiling expectantly to see if I got the joke. I did of course and I remember laughing harder than I had since my mother had been diagnosed with cancer. Emmett smiled and told me I had the most interesting laugh he'd ever heard. We talked and talked until the principal called us in. I loved how open he was. I'd never met anyone like him before. He'd told me I was different than any other girl he'd met. He told me that by the time we turned thirty if I wasn't already married that I'd marry him. I surprised myself and accepted his proposal laughing. Ever since that day Emmett and I had been inseparable…