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This was not how Elle Wood’s story was supposed to take place. She knew that. Elle Woods was to graduate UCLA, get married to Warner, have gorgeous children, (that the nanny will raise) and spend her time shopping and going to cardio bar and smiling for the neighbors.
But Elle Woods had never been a fan of predictability.
Harvard Law? People had laughed, tried to get her to change her mind, told her she’d never make it, she wasn’t serious, smart, studious enough to belong. But here she was, surrounded by media, fellow classmates, and all the reminders of her old life, congratulating her on breaking one of biggest trials of the year, as just a first year law student. She looked at Warner, who still looked a little stunned at her rejection. She was surprised at how easy it was to turn him down, how much she’d grown up without even noticing.
After a while, the crowds began to thin. Brooke shouted out an announcement, inviting everyone to her house to celebrate, and people were more than willing to follow. Leaving Elle with a quick hug (and the Delta Nu handshake, of course), Elle found herself alone in the court room lobby. After taking a quick glance around the hall to make sure she was truly alone, she let out a squeal and a jump of excitement that would impress even Serena. This carried on until she heard a low chuckle from behind her.
Damn.
She stopped, and slowly turned around.
Emmett.
Of course.
Feeling slightly embarrassed, (though not as much as if it had been some newspaper guy, because ohmigod, that would be disastrous), she smiled shyly.
“Enjoying the show?”
Emmett laughed.
“Hey, I think you have a right to be a little excited. You did just accomplish something pretty amazing. Dance away.”
She smiled, and he leaned against the wall, arms crossed. His face became a little more set, almost worried, and Elle was nervous for a moment.
“So. How’s Warner?” his voice was clipped, forced. Jealous?
She let out the breath she was holding in a whoosh, giggling as she answered.
“Uh, lonely, I’m guessing.”
Emmett’s face changed, going from stony to confused at an almost comical rate.
Elle rushed on, not wanting to give the wrong impression, “He dumped Vivian, and got the bright idea to propose. To ME. I mean, what was he thinking?! The last time we even talked was right after he saw Callahan hitting on me, and then he was basically calling me a whore. Not exactly charming, you know? So, I said no, and now he’s left with nobody, which is kind of awesome karma, if you think about it.”
Emmett was clearly flustered, running his hands through his hair. Words were failing him (for once), and he didn’t even notice Elle walking towards him, until he felt her small, warm hands grab his.
“Besides,” she whispered, hopefully, “I’m kinda into this other guy.” She entwined their fingers, looking directing into his eyes, making sure her message was getting though loud and clear. She felt his fingers tightening around hers.
“Oh, really? Do I know this guy?” Emmett teased, his confidence coming back in waves, as he pulled her closer to him.
Elle giggled. “Possibly. He’s pretty amazing, though. He’s smart, caring, helpful, thoughtful, and he totally saved my ass this year. I owe him a lot.”
Emmett wrapped his arms around her, their foreheads touching, and he could feel her hands come up and rest on his torso, tugging slightly on his tie.
“I’m sure you can find some way to repay him.” He whispered, his tone much more serious now.
Their lips met (finally) and it was better than either had imagined. It was soft and gentle, but it was full of promises. Of future kisses and Red Bull fueled study sessions (but this time in a shared apartment) and new beginnings. They broke apart smiling, and Elle slipped her arms around his neck, letting out another excited squeal.
“We SO should have done that a long time ago!” Elle said in his ear, before pulling away, and grabbing his hand. Emmett laughed, and nodded his agreement, smiling too much to say anything. She smiled, and they walked out of the lobby together, ready for anything.
Elle Woods knew this was not the way her life was supposed to go. She wasn’t in the big house, with the fancy husband, and the cardio bar, and kids she never saw. Hell, she wasn’t even on the West Coast. But with Emmett pulling her closer to kiss her temple as they walked, and the adrenaline from winning the case still rushing through her, she though this was so much better than the plan.
this is my first rough cut of my legally blonde fic. very very rough. but i like where it's going, and one of my new years resolutions is to write more.
so here it goes.