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Waking Up In Vegas

Rosalie Hale is in Vegas for her best friend's bachlorette party and meets a guy. They get extremely drunk and some things end up happening. Probably not what you think though...
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1. What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas

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You gotta help me out

It's all a blur last night

We need a taxi

'Cause you're hung over

And I'm broke

I woke up with one hell of a hangover. I sat up, holding my head as it pounded away. I was in a strange room. Definately a motel room. And there was a man, lying next to me, in the bed of a motel room.


I fumbled around for my purse and grabbed two asprin. I always had asprin with me, you never know when it could come in handy. I went into the tiniest bathroom I've ever seen to grab a glass of water. Well, whoever the guy sleeping in the bed was, he sure knew how to impress a lady.


I heard the guy groan and I went into the room. He was a good lookin' guy, very well defined. He could put a bodybuilder to shame.

He took one look at me in nothing but a bra and panties and said, "I hope you're on birth control, because the massive headache I have right now suggests I was pretty shitfaced last night, and I'm pretty sure I didn't take the time to put a condom on."

I rolled my eyes and threw him two pills. "Swallow," I ordered.

I lost my fake I.D.

But you lost the motel key

Spare me your freakin'

Dirty looks now

Don't blame me

"So, do you remember anything from last night?" he asked me as I dug through my clutch for my wallet. I found it and checked how much cash I had left.

"Shit," I muttered.


"I'm broke and my fake I.D. is nowhere to be found," I mumbled, dumping the contents of my clutch onto the bed.

"You're underage?!" he practically yelled.

"Relax, I'm 20. And you are?" I narrowed my eyes at him. What if I had drunk sex with an old widow?


You wanna cash out

And get the hell outta town

"I'm going to go and get us some money so we can get the hell out of Vegas," he said, getting out of bed and pulling on a pair of boxers and some jeans. He had a nice ass. Hmm, maybe I did alright last night.

Don't be a baby

Remember what you told me

I ran and blocked the door before he could leave. "Oh no you don't, you aren't leaving me here in this trashy motel in the heart of Vegas. You leave when I leave. Now how old are you?"

He sighed. "22."

Well okay then. I could deal with 22.

Shut up and put your money where your

mouth is

That's what you get for waking up in Vegas

Get up and shake the glitter off your

clothes now

That's what you get for waking up in Vegas

I nodded my head and went to pick up last night's clothes from the foot of the bed. I noticed a sparkly red dress in the pile and pulled it out. I held it up to my body and looked up at the man with wide eyes.

"What. The. Hell." I would never wear something like this in public, it looked like a frickin' stripper dress. Then, it all clicked. "Alice," I growled.

"Um, care to explain?" he asked.

"I'm in town for my best friend's bachlorette party and she's sort of a fashion freak. Actually more than a freak, I'm considering sending her to rehab it's that bad. Anyways, I'm assuming she put this on me once I was drunk enough." I glanced down at the dress again. "By the looks of it, she was drunk when she picked it out."

He nodded. "Oh."

"I'm just going to shower quickly, I'll be right out," I told him.

"Can I at least get breakfast for us while you do that? I'm starving," he complained.

I walked up to him, grabbed a fistfull of his shirt, and pulled him real close to me. "Fine. But if I come out of that shower and you aren't back, I swear to God I will hunt you down and murder you for leaving me here alone," I growled in his face. He looked absolutely terrified.

I did have that effect of people.

Why are these lights so bright

Did we get hitched last night

Dressed up like Elvis

Why am I wearing your class ring

"O-ok-kay," he stuttered. I released him and he stumbled backwards. I smirked and walked into the bathroom with that thing some people call a dress.

I thought back to last night as I showered. Where the hell did Alice and company go? Did they leave me stranded in Vegas, over 1,000 miles away from home?

Only when I went to condition my hair did I notice the huge ring on my left hand. I gasped in horror and once the reality sunk in, I screamed at the top of my lungs.

The door to the bathroom slammed open. "Are you okay?" he asked through the flimsy shower curtain.

"Um, no!" I shrieked and held my left hand out for him to see. "What does that look like to you?!"

I could almost see the look of confusion on his face as he asked, "Why are you wearing my class ring?"

I tore the shower curtain away and glared at him, completely forgetting that I was naked. "You idiot, we got hitched!" I screamed.

"Whoa, calm down. I'm sure it's not legal!"

I grabbed something out of his pants pocket.

Don't call your mother

'Cause now we're partners in crime

"Do you think it's legal now?" I asked, showing him the marriage license. We even had witnesses apparently. A Mr. and Mrs. Edward Cullen.

Don't be a baby

Remember what you told me

The man, oh wait, excuse me, my husband, gulped and said, "Yes, yes I do."

I covered myself with a towel as I tried to remember getting married last night.


I stumbled into the ever-famous chapel in Vegas, a gorgeous man at my side. I was wearing a sparkly red dress that really should have been a lingerie piece. I looked like a Vegas pin-up showgirl, if there even was such a thing.

I was beyond drunk, and I had lost Alice and company.

A man dressed as Elvis started talking. "Do you, sir, take this lady to be your wife?"

The man I was with slurred, "Of course! I mean, look at her! Even if it doesn't work out, it will be the best marriage ever! She's a babe!"

I giggled and said, "And I take him to be my husband. Can we make out yet?"

And Elvis said, "I don't care. I now pronounce you husband and wife."

He stared at us then.

"You may now make out," he rephrased.

"Oh!" And I guess that was it.


"We really are married," I cried.

Shut up and put your money where your

mouth is

That's what you get for waking up in Vegas

Get up and shake the glitter off your

clothes now

That's what you get for waking up in Vegas

"Okay, this is what we're going to do," he started calmly. "Get dressed, eat something, and call the friend you were with. Have her come and pick you up, I'll send you some divorce papers, and we can move on with our lives like none of this ever happened."

I smiled up at him. "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas," I laughed.

"Exactly," he grinned.

I called Alice from my cell phone. She picked up on the third ring.

You got me into this

Information overload

Situation lost control

Send out an S.O.S.


"Mary Alice Brandon, where the hell are you?!" I yelled.

"Rose, calm down, I'm on my way home, about an hour away from Vegas. Why?" she had the nerve to ask.

"Oh, just wondering, because, you know, I'M STRANDED IN VEGAS!" my voice rising again.

"Oh my God Rose, why didn't you tell me sooner? I thought you got a ride back to Forks!"

Really, this is my best friend?

"Nope, I've just been sleeping in a cheap motel with my hungover husband in a sparkly red dress you put on me!"

"You're husband?!" she screeched.

"Just come get me!" I told her and hung up.

"That great huh?" the man asked me. I just glared.

My phone rang. It was Alice.

"What?" I growled.

"Well I kind of need to know where you are," she snapped.

"I'm at the crappy, rundown motel across from the famous chapel where people get hitched."

"Meet me in the lobby in an hour," she said, and hung up.

I looked at him and said, "She'll be here in an hour. What do we do until then?"

Ha, and get some cash out

We're gonna tear up the town

"You could get dressed, we can find you some clothes even though I am digging that barely there dress," he smirked. "Then get some breakfast maybe."

Remember what you told me

"Okay then. I'll just go get dressed," I said, and went to put on that hidious dress before coming back into the room.

"You know, you really will be the hottest wife I've ever had."

Remember what you told me

I smacked him. "I better be your only wife."

He snorted. "You may be my only wife, but you ain't my only lover, honey."

Remember what you told me

I rolled my eyes and grabbed his hand. "Come on, this dress is rubbing in places it shouldn't rub, and I'm hungry."

"You know, I could rub you in places that dress shouldn't rub," he wiggled his eyebrows.

You told me

You told me

So me and my husband went off to get me some real clothes and some real food to nurse our hangovers with. We talked about our lifes and I actually started to like the guy.

Well that's a first.

Shut up and put your money where your

mouth is

That's what you get for waking up in Vegas

Get up and shake the glitter off you

clothes now

That's what you get for waking up in Vegas

As we headed back to the motel to meet Alice, I heard the end of a song come on that made me laugh so hard at the comparison to my life right now.

That's what you get baby

Shake the glitter

Shake shake shake the glitter

Gimme some cash out baby

Gimme some cash out baby

"Rose!" I heard Alice say when I walked through the doors of the motel.

"Alice!" I exclaimed, hugging her. "Don't you ever leave me again."

"Scout's honor," she laughed and turned to him. "And who are you?"

To which he replied, "Her husband."

I laughed. "Well, goodbye dear husband. Thanks for the night in hell," I joked, knowing it wasn't so bad, especially since he seemed like a decent guy.

"My pleasure," he smiled, his eyes raking up and down my body. "Believe me."

"Stop it," I giggled. "And here's your ring back," I said, handing him his class ring.

He frowned. "You're breaking up with me?"

"I'm sorry, it just wasn't working," I played along.

"Too bad, you didn't even get to remember the sex."

I laughed again. "Goodbye," I grinned as Alice led me out the doors.

"I'll send the divorce papers soon!" he shouted after us.

I stopped and turned around. I realized I didn't even know his name.

As if he could read my mind, he said, "It's Emmett McCarty. And we went to junior prom together, Miss Rosalie Hale from Forks, Washington."

And he winked at me before disappearing.