For the crazy fifty one of you that still have this story on watch

Don't ask wha brought this on XD;

Bella had a tendency to wander into Rosalie's room when Edward was away. It was odd, really. Rosalie, out of all the adopted and mismatched siblings and lovers, had an aversion to Bella and made it plainly clear. Maybe that was what drove Bella in there time after time of failure; the need to be accepted by all.

Though, for Rosalie, it was becoming increasingly clear that the deemed 'brat' was not necessarily looking for acceptance. Nor was she there for her first assumption of just looking for someone to bother. Rather, Bella seemed to be trying to understand some of her odd placed habits.

Rosalie finished touching up her makeup, carefully putting on the blazing red lipstick all the while completely aware of the chocolate orbs boring into her back.

"You put on makeup to look pretty for Emmett?"

A sigh.

"Yes," she murmured, frowning at the vibrant lipstick. Quickly, her hand reached out for the kleenex box, ripping the tissue paper out all but gently.

"But... you're beautiful enough as it is..." she paused, watching Rosalie smear away the red lipstick in a slightly desperate manner. Her tone changed to a flat, yet curious one. "And you put that lipstick on everyday, before removing it"

"You wouldn't know that if you sat there watching me"

Bella brought her knees up to rest her chin upon while wrapping her arms loosely around them. "Why do you do that? If you don't like it, why repeat the process day after day?"

"Because I hope day after day it won't bring the images back," Rosalie muttered, sighing. Her pampered hand riffled through the messy makeup drawer, looking for a different colored lipstick. A smear of red caught her eye, making her whole body freeze in its movement. Slowly, turning her hand, she stared. The red smear of lipstick seemed to spread across her hand, becoming a shimmering crimson liquid.

A scream cut through her conscience, quickly followed by a whimpered plea. A gunshot-

"Rosalie? Are you alright? You look pale..."

Rosalie's eyes slowly closed as she attempted to regulate her breathing. "Fine... I'm fine" Harshly, she began wiping off the smeared lipstick from her hand. "Bella, never go out on the field"

Blinking in innocent confusion, a soft smile came across Bella's features. Understanding seemed to be reached within the confines of her mind.

"Sure"