Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or any of the characters. I don't make any money from this.

A/N: I've never written an all-human fan fiction before and I don't even know if it will be good, I'm not even sure I've ever read an AH AU before… I just wrote it on a whim. So I just want to know if you think I should keep writing it. I don't know if this has been done before, probably at one time or another for Bella/Edward, but I wanted to write a Rosalie/Emmett story!

Tell me if you think I should keep going I also would love to hear what you like and what you don't.

**Emmett:**

Emmett liked to gamble. He was good at it. Better yet, he liked to make bets.

He happened to be watching TV at his friend Edward's house on the day he made the most important bet of his life. It didn't seem like an important bet at the time but it would.

All his friends were there. Jasper sitting in one of the chairs, slouching, his girlfriend, fashion designer and shopaholic, Alice Brandon was sitting on the arm of his chair.

Edward Cullen sat on the couch, his girlfriend Bella Swan, curled up at his side. Emmett sat alone.

"Pick up lines like that never work." Bella announced rolling her eyes, as the couple on the TV kissed passionately.

"Of course they don't. I don't believe anyone's stupid enough to fall for that." Agreed Alice.

The two girls shared a look and together they said, "Jessica Stanley."

Everyone smiled at that, Jessica Stanley was one of the most annoying girls in the school and constantly trying to hold on to any ounce of popularity she could get. She had pretended to be Bella's friend when Bella had first moved to Forks, Washington two years ago at age 15. However, Bella had stopped hanging out around her when she'd become friends with Alice and soon after that started dating Edward.

Emmett thought it was nice that his two friends had found two people who made them happy, but that wasn't the life for him. He had girlfriends every once in while, but never anything serious.

"They do if you know how to use them right." Emmett muttered.

The girls glared at him and the boys snickered.

"Emmett," Alice said sweetly, "you never get dates."

Jasper snickered again making Emmett glare at him.

"I purpose a bet." Jasper said, grinning at Emmett. They had a game of betting at stupid things.

Emmett raised an eyebrow. "Do tell."

"You try to get up to ten phone number using cheesy pick-up lines. If you can I'll give you a hundred bucks and if I win you give me a hundred."

"Deal."

Edward and Bella shared a look. Ever the gentleman Edward started, "I'm not so sure if that's a good idea-"

"How long do I have?"

Jasper thought about it for a while. A hundred was a lot considering they were all saving up for college, even though he was sure he was getting a scholarship with his grades, he would still need the money.

"Three weeks."

Emmett nodded, that was plenty of time.

Bella and Alice shook their heads. How stupid could teenage guys be?

**Rosalie:**

Rosalie Hale posed with all the other girls, against the white backdrop, that would show a beach after the graphics were added. She loved doing the shoots, but today wasn't one of her good days.

"That's perfect! We're finished here!" Yelled the photographer, Annie Schreiber. "Great job girls! Rose, you looked amazing."

Rosalie sighed in relief and hurried off to the changing rooms.

She had been modeling for a new swimsuit line featured at a new store opening in the summer, and she wished she had a better gig than another girl in a swimsuit, but maybe someone would see her picture and want to use her for a more important shoot.

Rosalie looked herself over in the mirror. According to the rest of the world, Rosalie was amazingly beautiful, with her long golden blond hair and slim figure, that to quote her mother "any woman would kill for".

According to Rosalie, there were prettier girls in the world, maybe it was the gaping hole in her self-confidence but she didn't see what was so "amazing" about her.

"Hey," her best friend Vera greeted. "Great job."

Vera wasn't really cut out for the modeling world; she was pretty, but too kind. She worried about other people too often to do her any good. She didn't want it bad enough, sometimes Rosalie wondered if she wanted it enough either.

"Thanks, you too." Rosalie smiled.

Vera reached grabbed her bag and searched for her clothes, pulling out a long Maxi-dress and a coat.

"Are you going out tonight?"

"Yeah," She smiled down at the clothes in her hand, "Will is picking me up later and we're going to dinner. Italian

Rosalie smiled wistfully; she wanted love like the one Vera had.

The rest of the girls walked (or stuttered in some cases) into the changing room.

"You looked amazing, Mara!"

A pretty girl with shiny black hair smiled at the compliment. "Of course I did."

Rosalie bristled as she looked at her.

Mara was stuck-up, and honestly thought she deserved to have the world handed to her on a silver platter.

"Rosalie, nice try out there."

Rosalie pulled on her sweats and hoodie and forced a smile.

"Thanks, Mara," she replied as if she hadn't understood the insult. "You too!"

Mara just kept on grinning.

"See you later, Vera." Rosalie called and hurried to her BMW. She hated driving the flashy car, it wasn't that she hated the car, in fact, she loved the car to death, but it was from her father and she resented that.

Her father was the CEO of a large chain of banks and very rich and he did not seem to think she'd make a career for herself. He had never been much of a father, he'd never been mean to her in her life, but that might have been because he'd never been around.

Her mother was caught up in looks and money and wanted Rosalie to be more like her.

As soon as she was old enough, she had moved out. She now lived in a small apartment in Port Angelus, doing whatever modeling she could do in California. There was going to be a big opening of a chain store in Port Angelus in the summer, and she had been chosen as one of the local models for a catalogue. It was the only local job she had gotten yet, but that was okay.

As soon as she had the money, she was going to move to New York. Now it was easier just to do cheap local commercials and ads.

Rosalie unlocked her apartment and threw her bag on the floor. She really needed to do something about the lay out. It was ugly and was nowhere near her dream home.

The big house with a large yard, and naturally someone else to clean it. Maybe a swing set for her little child. She wanted a child more than anything in the world, but her problem was finding a man. Men saw her as nothing more than a pretty face and nothing more than that. Maybe she'd adopt.

She walked into the one bedroom, there was a bed and a bookshelf and that was about it for the bedroom. No closet in there, she used the main closet in the living room. It didn't really fit all her things; she had to keep them folded in a box under her bed. That was the problem with coming from a rich family. She had packed up everything she had and sold whatever she could not fit.

Rosalie sighed, maybe things would be easier if she just got a job is a mechanic, she could fix cars for a living.

She sighed and went to take a shower, she had about 15 different products she needed to wash out of her hair.