Oh look: an update! :D I won't bother you with reasons I was gone, 'cuz I'm sure none of you care. I'll just give you Rosalie's shot at stardom….or something like that.
Minor warning: some Edward and Bella bashing. Don't like, too bad.
Disclaimer: Really? Not mine.
Chapter dedicated to Belle95, who was quite possibly my first ever reviewer, and still is reading my stuff today. Kudos to you, Belle!
I stood in the doorway, unable to comprehend exactly what Edward was getting at here. He stood scarcely two feet away, his arms crossed and his face absolutely resolute.
"You-you can't be serious," I spluttered. His jaw went even tighter then it was before- if that was even possible.
"I'm dead serious," he said patiently. "Excuse the pun, of course." I glared at him.
"Edward- but it's- she's a human, Edward. There's no way it'll ever work." I protested. Edward sighed.
"Don't you think I've already thought of that? Rosalie- I think I love her," he admitted. My jaw dropped.
Could he seriously be serious? This absolutely positively could not be happening. He was in love? This wasn't possible. This was Edward, the one who was never going to find anyone. This was the person that Emmett privately thought might 'swing the other way' or 'be a little rainbow'- although he was careful never to be in hearing range when he made those comments.
Edward smiled to himself. "I love her," he said quietly. "I think I really love her." Something inside me snapped, and then I was inches away from his face, screaming at him.
"Well, fine then! Go ahead, be around her, and ruin everything! When you kill her, or when she figures it out, don't you dare say I didn't warn you! When we have to move again, and ruin Carlisle's reputation, and- and- why her, Edward? Why Bella? You're ruining everything!" I spat, before spinning on my heel and storming up the stairs, slamming the bedroom door, crashing onto the bed, and screaming my heart out into the nearest pillow.
After a long few minutes, when screaming no longer helped, I replayed the last few moments. Had I just thrown a hissy fit? Maybe, I mused. I hadn't thrown a tantrum in a while. Maybe I was due. Maybe it was just Edward's fault. I decided to go with the latter and whipped my pillow at the door.
At that exact second the door opened and Esme got a pillow to the face at a good fifty miles an hour. She stood there for a second, blinking at me. After a long moment, words finally came to her. "Ow," she said, pressing a hand to her forehead dramatically. I smiled despite myself, and Esme returned the smile. "Mind if I come in?"
I patted the bed beside me and Esme daintily took a seat. "Do you want to explain what that was all about?" She asked, taking a brush from my nightstand and running it once or twice through her hair.
"It's- I just- I just snapped," I admitted sheepishly. "Sorry, Mom." Esme chuckled and shifted to sit behind me, running the brush through my hair. I sighed in contentment. I loved it when Esme did things with my hair. The skillfull way her fingers moved always made me feel more comfortable.
"Do you want to talk about it?" She asked, running the brush through my hair. I shrugged.
"I don't know where to start," I said.
"Start at the beginning," she suggested. "Then go into the middle. Stop after the end." I giggled and leaned backward, bumping into her gently.
"You know what I mean!" I said, straightening back up so she could keep combing.
"I know, I know," Esme said patronizingly. "Now, let's make a deal. I'll brush and you talk."
"Deal," I said immediately. I closed my eyes and thought a second before starting.
"Edward thinks he's in love," I said, then gasped as Esme ripped through a particularly rough patch.
"Sorry. Did he really say that?"
"Yep," I sighed. "He thinks it's real love. With a human, Esme!" Esme made a comforting noise and continued combing through my hair, parting it to one side.
"Human or not, if he thinks it's love, it may very well be. Edward doesn't take these things lightly." Esme said calmly. I sighed in exasperation and spun around to face her.
"He's not going to be able to resist! He's going to kill her, and then we're going to have to move, and I like it here, Esme! I want to get through the full year and graduate for once! We're so close!" I moaned. Esme stared at me for a solid minute before comprehension dawned and a smile began creeping across her face.
"You're jealous, aren't you?" I stared at her in utter disbelief.
"Why would I be jealous of her? I'm much better than her- well, you know it's true. You've seen how she dresses- and I have the best husband I could dream of and I-" Esme's right eyebrow had crept higher and higher during this impromptu speech and I sighed in defeat. "Okay, maybe I'm jealous. What does she have that-"
"That you don't?" Esme finished. I nodded glumly. "Rose, it's Edward's decision who he loves and who he doesn't...oh. Oh." Esme pulled me into a hug. "So that's what you're upset about." I nodded, burying my face in Esme's shoulder and muttering some choice words about Edward, his choices, and certain parts of his anatomy.
"Rosalie, you know he loves you like a sister. And you've got Emmett. You wouldn't trade that for anything, now would you?" Esme said comfortingly. I nodded again and glared.
"Why are you always so logical?" I said in mock anger. Esme shrugged.
"I've lived with five teenagers for the past thirty years. Someone had to be logical or things would be chaos."
"It's chaos anyway," I pointed out. Esme conceded the point with a nod. "But thanks anyway. The lack of logicalness was starting to get to me."
"Now, are we okay?" Esme asked me. I nodded, only hesitating for a second. Esme smiled and hugged me again.
"I know things look bad right now. We'll figure it out- we always do," she reminded me. I nodded into her shoulder awkwardly.
"Yeah," I said quietly. We broke apart just as I heard the front door open- Emmett, Carlisle, and Jasper were back from their quick trip. Alice was god-knows-where, probably off shopping.
"Rosalieee!" Nope, apparently Alice had caught up with the boys. Said black-haired girl practically flew up the stairs and leaped onto my bed, landing next to Esme and me with a muffled thump. She shook her head, as if unsettled by her less-than-perfect landing, and then smiled sympathetically at me.
"Edward's an idiot," she informed me, skipping any pretense of conversation and getting straight to her point. Esme raised an eyebrow, and Alice hurried to elaborate. "Not about music or history or anything academic- although he does have other methods for getting information like that…" she trailed off, muttering something I couldn't quite catch about 'mind reading' 'stupid' and 'no understanding of privacy'. Esme's eyebrows raised just a bit higher, and Alice decided it was time to make her point.
"Anyway… I'm sorry, Rose," she said, reaching around Esme and pulling me into a quick hug. "Edward isn't the most tactful on a good day, and his social skills are somewhat lacking. I think it's from not bothering to keep up with the times. Except when it comes to music…" it looked like she was about to trail off again, but she shook her head to clear it and smiled cheekily at me. "He'll figure it out soon enough- if not, we can always get revenge." I finally grinned at that, and pulled my sister and my mom into one more hug.
Emmett found us all like this, and sat down next to Esme, looking at us a little strangely. "Is this a girl-only thing or do I get in on the hug?" He asked finally. Esme smiled and reached back, pulling him into the hug.
I smiled and snuggled closer into Emmett's arm. "I love you guys," I said quietly, closing my eyes happily. This was my family- no matter how obnoxious, idiotic, and stupid they were sometimes. I would forgive Edward- eventually. And maybe I'd give this Bella girl a chance. If it made Edward happy, I guess I could live with it.
Something smashed downstairs, and Jasper hissed under his breath. Esme's eyes flew open, and she was off my bed in an instant, racing out the door. "That better not have been my new lamp!" she called, thundering down the steps. Alice sat perfectly still for a second, then sighed dramatically and followed Esme.
"Better go save Jazzy," she said, disappearing around the corner gracefully. Emmett sighed, and kissed me on the cheek.
"You okay?" he asked me. I nodded, a smile starting to make its way across my face.
"I will be. I'll be even better if you kiss me again." Emmett grinned, spinning me around to face him.
"That can be arranged." And then his lips were on mine. I melted into him, even as shrieks arose from downstairs- someone was getting chewed out. I grinned into Emmett's kiss, happy once more.
This was my family, crazy and wonderful as it was. I wouldn't have it any other way.
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