Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, but you already knew that.

Claim: Rosalie/Seth.

Musical Recommendation: She's So Cold – The Rolling Stones.

Babblings: Done for LJ's KarmicSunshine Comunity. They have a Twilight Uncannon drabble-a-thon :D



She's So Cold

Vanilla in Wonderland's Productions

Seth walks through the Cullen's house with the comfort of someone in his own home, humming along with the radio The Rolling Stone's She's So Cold.

He opens the refrigerator, takes the ice-cream tub, and throws himself on the couch, being greeted by golden hair an golden eyes. Seth grins and wiggles his eyebrows in a Hey There kinda way, laughing as Rosalie scowls and turns her head, pretending to ignore his presence.

Seth is tall, and his legs cover most of the sofa they both sit on. Rosalie threatens and also stretches her legs in front of her, and Seth gets the obvious message, I was here first.

"Hey Blondie, are your legs tired?" He finally asks, tangling his legs with hers and Rosalie kicks him. She raises one perfectly tweezed eyebrow, eyes fixed on her magazine.

"Why should they be, dog?"

"Because you've been running through my mind all day, babe."

Seth laughs as a flying magazine hits his head. After all, no matter how many times he's told not to bother Rosalie, he never really learns the lesson.

She's so cold, cold, cold,
Like a tombstone
She's so cold, she's so cold,
she's so cold, like an ice cream cone
And when I touch her my hand just froze

Yeah, I'm so hot for her, I'm so hot for her,
I'm so hot for her and even so,
Put your hand on the heat, put your hand on the heat
Aw C'mon baby, let's go

She's so cold, she's so cold, cold, she's so c-c-c-old
But she's beautiful, though


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