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[A/N] This is the promised epilogue for my Rosella fic. I'm still in the middle of moving but I felt so very down without writing anything that I had to squeeze this chapter in for you. Also, thanks to whoever was so nice to nominate this story for Top Ten Favorite Fics finished in September. You can go to fanfictionrecs and vote for me.

Until, next time, my dear readers, I hope you won't forget me.

**Epilogue**

"How much longer?" Senna whined while she continued kicking her feet against the closed lid of the toilet. "I bet my scalp is bleeding by now."

Her friend chuckled and checked the time on her watch. "Ten more minutes." She stated. "Let me check. No, I don't see any blood on your head. Is it hurting badly?"

"No," the dainty girl lied, crossing one leg over the other. "I'm fine. Is the time over yet?"

"Almost," Resha promised before she stuck her tongue out at herself in the mirror. Her mother was going to flip once she found out that she had gotten it pierced behind her back.

"Maybe we shouldn't have ditched school again." Senna mumbled. "It's just wrong."

"Don't be a little goose. One missed day won't do any harm." She clicked her pierced tongue against her teeth. Then, she added. "Our parents won't find out. Don't worry."

Senna exhaled through her parted lips. The burning on her head, combined with the sharp stench of chemicals was making her eyes water. Whatever kind of crap Resha's grandmother was mixing into her relaxer, she hated it and cursed every second she had to endure it on her head.

"Five more minutes," Resha announced. "Did you find a dress for prom yet?"

"Yes, but I don't have saved up enough money to buy it. Are you going there? You said no, but maybe you've changed your mind."

Resha stuck her tongue out again, looking at her best friend who was sitting on the edge of the bathtub. "Prom is for nerds. Besides, with whom would I go there?"

A deep sigh escaped Senna's mouth. "A lot of boys have asked you, but you've turned everyone down."

"Is it my fault I only get asked by idiots?" Resha snapped. "Boys are gross. You can see that with that moron whom you call your boyfriend."

"Mike is cute." Senna protested. "He's really nice. I don't know why you can't stand him."

Resha rolled her eyes. Life had been perfect until Senna's boyfriend had managed to ruin the closeness of their friendship. The young woman had never been good at sharing things. She was even worse at sharing someone she cared about.

"I don't know." Resha finally mumbled. "He's just a jerk."

"You really hate boys." Senna responded. "Are you gay like your mother?"

The unpleasant feeling of being caught rippled through Resha. Quickly, she shook her head no before she turned Senna's attention back to her hair again. "I think you can rinse it out now."

Half an hour later when Senna's hair was falling over her shoulders in thick waves, Resha was trying her very best to ignore the fact how pretty her best friend looked. It angered her that Senna was making such an effort to be attractive for her lowlife of a boyfriend. And no, she was not jealous, because that was something for stupid people without any self-esteem.

"Do we want to drive around a bit?" she suggested to Resha. "Jake has fixed the broken bumper again. Now, the car looks as good as new."

Senna nodded. "You need to be more careful while driving. Rosalie is so quirky when it comes to the Mustang."

Resha pinched Senna's cheek. "People who don't have a driver's license don't get to criticize others driving style."

Senna giggled. "I'm a better driver than you'll ever be. Give me your car keys. We're going for a little trip."

Now, Resha knew that it was wrong to let her friend drive. But the two of them had always had trouble saying no to something the other one suggested. So, a couple of minutes later, the girls were already on their way outside of town. Good old Forks, it was such a sleepy place. On their way back, they decided to get some snacks and drinks from the Thriftway. Everything went smoothly until Senna tried to park the car and bumped against the left front light of a shiny new BMW.

"Crap!" Resha called out, unfastening her seatbelt. "Get out of the car before they come back."

Senna felt like her throat was suddenly too tight to breathe. Ditching school was one thing. Driving around without a permit and damaging someone else's car was something way worse. When the owner of the BMW rushed towards them, his head already flaming red in anger, Senna was close to tears.

"I'm so sorry," she stuttered. "I'm so very sorry, Sir."

He walked around the car, eying each inch of his precious car carefully. "This is going to get expensive. The car is only three weeks old. Can I see your papers?"

Resha stepped in front of Senna, placing one hand on the smaller girl's shoulder. "Maybe we can handle this without all this paper crap. My stepmother owns a garage. We could get your car get fixed there for free."

"I won't let any incompetent woman touch my car." He snarled angrily. "Women and cars don't go together well. Now, let me see your papers and then I also insist that we call the police."

There was a fifty percent chance for Resha that the police officer who was going to show up, wasn't going to be her mother. Resha made a secret vow that she was going to babysit Emmett's and Alice's four brats for free for the rest of her life, if only he was going to come and not her mother. Unfortunately, she wasn't so lucky.

Bella's voice stayed smooth and friendly the entire time she spoke to the agitated man. She promised him that everything was going to be taken care of. Then she drove Senna back to her house. The girl was glad, that both of her parents were still at the local hospital where her father had taken on a job as an orthopedic surgeon a few years ago. Still, Senna was sure that Bella was going to tell them that she had ditched. Also, that she and Resha had been in an accident. It was just wrong that Resha was telling people she had been driving, when in truth everything was her fault.

Resha counted the seconds in her head when she was eventually alone with her mother in the cruiser. Hell was going to break loose. That much was sure.

"So," Bella stated, the tone of her voice changed from friendly to harshly within seconds. "What do you have to say?"

"What do you want to hear?" Resha murmured. "I'm not a very good driver."

"You are not supposed to drive around at school time. How are you supposed to graduate when you ditch so often? What kind of job are you going to get without a High school graduation?"

"Mom, just chill a bit. I have two more years of school left."

"That is if they don't kick you out before." Bella stated. "Do you have any idea how embarrassing that was for me right now? I'm the chief of police here for fucks sake. People look at us."

"You could have said no, when grandpa offered the job to you." Resha responded. "And I'm sorry you are ashamed of me."

"Don't talk back to me now!" Bella yelled, while she parked the cruiser in front of her house. "You are grounded. For the next four weeks. Now, get inside and straight to your room. We'll talk again, when I come home tonight."

Resha swallowed back some tears. She slammed the passenger's door a bit too hard and rushed inside the house. There was nothing she hated more than having her mother being mad at her. Well, maybe apart from having Senna being mad at her. This rarely happened though.

Lying on the couch, Rosalie looked up. "What are you doing here yet?"

"I'm in my room." Resha sobbed, wiping a trail of smeared mascara from her cheek. "Until I'm finally old enough to move out here,"

Slowly, because her heavily pregnant body didn't allow anything else, Rosalie rose from the couch. "Come sit with me. It can be that bad."

Resha leaned her face against Rosalie's shoulder and cried. "Mom is so mad at me."

"Why, this time?"

"Because, Senna and I were ditching." The girl confessed. "And we kind of had a little accident with the Mustang. It's nothing bad, I swear. But the idiot insisted on calling the cops on us."

Rose sighed and caressed the crying girl's head. "It's not that bad. I'll call Jake. He can take a look at the car. Are you grounded?"

"Of course, I'm grounded. I'm always grounded. It's like I'm a fucking prisoner in this house."

Rosalie laughed. "That's nonsense and you know it. Your mother only has your best interest in mind. She worries about you because you're a bit of a wild girl."

Resha clicked her tongue, flashing the piercing to Rosalie's eyes for just a split second. It was long enough for the Blonde to notice it.

"A piercing? Does Bella know about that?"

"Not yet. You're not going to tell her. Are you?"

Rosalie cradled her swollen midsection and nodded her head. "My lips are sealed. Now, why have you been ditching again? Bella and I have told you, it needs to stop."

Resha crossed her arms in front of her chest. "School sucks."

"School is important, whether it may suck or not."

Resha's face turned into a frown. She swallowed back another comment about what a waste of time school was. School where she had to endure seeing Senna suck faces with this joke of a boyfriend between classes. No, she was not jealous. It was just…did they have to share their relationship with the entire fucking school population?

"What are you thinking about?" Rose asked. "Is something bothering you?"

"No," Resha whispered. The cat jumped on her lap and rubbed his face against her stomach, leaving brown hairs all over her white shirt. "Do you think Senna is serious about butthead? I can't stand him."

"You are so jealous. It's cute." Rosalie stated, a smile flashing over her round face. "Are you in love with her?"

"Me? In love with Senna?" Resha asked back, petting Baby T's soft fur. "I'm not gay."

"Good, if you say so. Or maybe you're just afraid to admit how you truly feel because she has a boyfriend."

Resha's face turned crimson. "I'll go to my room now. Try to rest some more. You know, what the doctors have told you."

Rosalie had already drifted back into a deep sleep when Bella opened the door and tiptoed into the living room. She leaned over her sleeping wife and pressed a kiss on Rosalie's mouth.

"Hi," Rose whispered, blinking through her eyelashes. "You're home."

"I'm sorry it's gotten so late again." Bella apologized. "Your brother made some terrible mess in our computer system and I had to get that fixed again."

"It's okay." Rosalie mumbled, rubbing her tired eyes. "I've been sleeping most of the day anyway."

Bella placed her hand on Rosalie's abdomen. She smiled when she felt the baby kick against her palm. "How's he doing?"

"He has it warm and cozy." Rose chuckled. "It's me who can't wait for this pregnancy to finally be over. I feel like a whale."

Bella lifted Rosalie's shirt a bit up to kiss the skin underneath her bellybutton. "You're not that big. Despite, the bigger you get, the more there is of you for me to love."

Rose smiled. She cupped Bella's face between her hands and kissed her. "I love you."

"I love you too. Have you spoken to our daughter yet? She smashed the car again. Resha's the worst driver I know. At least, this time, the Mustang survived it without any severe damage."

"I'm sure, she she's already sorry about everything. Please, try not to be so strict to her all the time."

Bella sighed deeply and rested her head against Rosalie's round stomach. "They say boys are more difficult. The next eighteen years should be interesting for all of us."

xxxx

The next day at school, Senna was sitting across the guidance counselor's crowded desk and starred down at her hands. Her class teacher had insisted she talked to Alice Hale. How embarrassing could things get?

Alice sighed and nipped on her tea. Tea was usually helping her with her morning sickness. Still, this was definitely going to be her last child. Hadn't she already vowed this after the last kid and that one before?

"How long do I have to stay in your office?" Senna asked, nibbling on her fingernails. "I don't have any mental problems."

"That's very fortunate for you." Alice stated. "It's always good to know someone is in their right mind. Now, tell me, why you ditched classes again yesterday?"

"What does it matter?" Senna responded. "It won't happen again."

"You and Swan said that the last four times. Ditching school will get you into trouble. You're a smart girl Senna. So, why are you doing something so stupid?"

Senna shrugged her shoulder. "I don't know? Maybe, it's because I'm not that smart?"

Alice sipped on her tea again. "You can tell me when something is bothering you. It won't leave this room. Is someone bullying you?"

"What? No, of course not, I like school. I like the people in my class. What I don't like is spending time with my boyfriend and my best friend at the same time. They both hate each other."

Alice scrawled down a note on a post-it. Talk Emmett into finally getting this stupid vasectomy- she wrote, finishing it with three exclamation marks.

"Resha Swan is your best friend, right?"

"Yes, Mrs. Hale."

"You can call me Alice. Look, Senna. Sometimes it really helps when you speak to someone about what's going on inside you head."

Senna nodded. "I feel stupid. I love them both. Not in the same way of course….well, in a way, I do love both of them the same way. Crap, that doesn't make any sense."

Alice chewed on the end of her pencil. "Does Resha know that you have feelings for her?"

"No, of course not," Senna told Alice quickly. "She's not into girls. I've asked her, but she said no."

Alice checked the time on her watch. "You should still tell her how you feel. Consider speaking to your boyfriend too. He has a right to know that you're having doubts about the relationship."

Senna shrugged her shoulders and mumbled a goodbye to Alice. Then she went down the corridor towards the cafeteria. She didn't feel much like eating.

"There you are," Mike greeted her, wrapping his arms around her. She held completely still while he kissed her. The problem with him kissing her was that Senna never exactly knew how she was supposed to feel like. Maybe this meant that something was wrong with her.

"Don't drown her in your slobber, asshole." Resha snapped, ruining the romantic encounter of the couple. "Senna, baby, I saved you some turkey-sandwiches. It's the only thing in this place that is halfway eatable."

"Thanks," Senna mumbled, sitting down next to her best friend. "I'm not hungry."

"Oh honey, you need to eat. Do you want to share some hotdog with me?" Mike purred, licking Senna's ear like a lost puppy.

"She hates hotdogs." Resha told him, rolling her eyes. "You should know that by now."

Mike frowned. Then he focused his attention back on his girlfriend again. He caressed Senna's hair. The girl jumped from her chair. "Don't. Touch. My. Hair. I can't stand that."

"Why are you so bitchy?" Mike asked. "Are you on your period again?"

"No, I'm not on my period." Senna mumbled. "I just want you to leave me alone."

"It's because of your stupid friend here, isn't it? You two are some fucking dykes and you don't even know it yet. What a waste of time."

The girls didn't have any chance to further discuss their gayness or non-gayness any further doing the school day. Afterwards Bella picked Resha up and made sure her daughter spent her entire afternoon insider her room, without her phone and her laptop.

It was about to get dark outside when the doorbell announced an unexpected visitor. "Hi, Bella." Senna greeted her best friend's mother. "Can I come in?"

"Hello Senna, I'm sure Resha has already told you that she's grounded."

Senna sucked her lower lip between her teeth. "That's actually the reason why I'm here. Look, Bella, you can't punish her for something that has been my fault."

"Your fault?"

The girl took a deep breathe. "I was the one who damaged the BMW. Not her. She was just trying to keep me out of trouble."

Bella crossed her arms in front of her chest. She straightened her back like she always did it when she was talking to someone she was about to arrest. "You've been driving without a permit? Do you know in what kind of trouble this could get you?"

"I know." Senna whispered. "But I felt so bad to know you've grounded Resha when all she did was trying to protect me."

Bella sighed and leaned her right hand against the door frame. "I have to tell your parents about this. It's their decision how they want to punish you for this stunt you pulled."

"Yes, Bella. I'm really sorry, Bella. Can I go to Resha for a minute? It's important."

Bella waved her hand towards the stairs. "Stop getting each other into trouble. Now, go and tell her that she's ungrounded again."

Senna rushed up the stairs, almost stumbling over her untied shoe laces. Bella stared after her and shook her head. Then she went to the kitchen and poured a glass of milk for Rosalie. She grabbed a box of Oreo cookies and headed back into the living room.

"You brought me cookies." Rosalie laughed. "That's why I love you. Come bring them here. I'm starving."

Bella sat down next to Rose and dipped one of the cookies into the milk. "One for the baby." She fed the cookie to Rosalie before grabbing a second one. "One for the stressed Co-Mommy."

Rosalie chewed slowly. "You need to relax. Everything is going to be okay."

"Can you guarantee that? I don't think so." Bella stated, stuffing another cookie between her lips. "Resha's driving me insane. She's been terrible since she entered puberty. Did you see, she got her tongue pierced? Like I'm old and blind and wouldn't notice it."

"You haven't said anything about it."

"Would that close the hole in her tongue again? I don't mind that she got a piercing. What I mind is that she's got it behind my back."

Rose licked some cookie crumbles from her lips. "You two are so very much alike. Both of you are stubborn."

Bella protested. "I'm not stubborn. Jeez, why is it taking Senna so long to talk to Resha? Do you think they're smoking in her room again or something like that?"

Rose reached for the box of cookies. "I don't think so. Maybe they just need some privacy."

"Privacy?" Bella asked, leaning closer to Rose. "Did I miss something?"

"Sometimes, people just need privacy." Rose responded. "You and I always like to have some privacy now and then. Don't we?" she asked, pressing her lips tenderly against Bella's.

Upstairs in Resha's bedroom Senna was sitting next to her best friend on the bed. She licked her lips again and again, while she felt her palms beginning to sweat. "So, Mike and I broke up, I think."

"You think?" Resha asked, snuggling her pillow against her chest.

"I don't know how to break up with someone. I don't know if I want to break up with him. He's just…annoying sometimes. Like, he can never stop fumbling on my hair, although I hate it."

"Do you love him?"

"I think so." Senna answered.

"You think so, but you don't know for sure." Resha stated. "Does he make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside? Does your heart make backflips in your chest when you look at him?"

Senna closed her eyes and shook her head. "No, it's not like that. But love is not supposed to be like that. It's only that way in movies."

Resha took a deep breathe. She knew that crossing the delicate line between friendship and love was a dangerous thing to do. "Can I kiss you? I just want to know what it's going to feel like with the piercing. You don't mind being my guinea pig?"

Well, like it has been said before Senna Cullen always had problems saying no to something her best friend suggested to her…