Ok. Sooo. This is my first femslash, and it's gonna be relatively short. I know exactly what's gonna happen in this, it's not being written on a whim :D and I'd really like it if you could give it a chance :3
Right. So this is If It Means A Lot To You and it's named after a song by ADTR. I don't own the song or the characters or any of that rubbish. It's written in alternating point of views.
I digress.
I hope you enjoy it :') if you have any questions or whatever, don't hesitate to leave a review or give me a PM with the subject either IIMALTY or If It – blah.
Okay then xD onward!
What was the end;
I'd never let them get my Bella. Not ever. They could break the doors down, set this church on fire, they could kill me, but they'd never get her. Not ever.
"I'm really scared, Rose." She whimpered. Fuck, so am I, but I won't let her know, I need to be strong for her.
"I know, baby, everything's gonna be okay though, you hear? S'gonna be fine." I dragged my fingers through her chocolate locks, as we sat huddled as close to the Alter without touching it, as far from the doors without being in sight of them.
I noticed their screams and chants increase in volume, as did the consistent thud of whatever-the-fuck they were using to try and break the doors down with.
I turned round to stare at the door. In front of it lay Father Michael. I didn't want to hit him, I didn't. I'm not a violent person, but we had a screaming mob on our tail and the bastard wouldn't allow our 'demonic sinning souls' into the House of God. So I knocked him the-fuck-out. The large oak doors rattled in their ancient frames, the onslaught they endured taking a toll on the strength of the wood.
Suddenly, the oak gave way, and in swarmed the mob of fucking idiots, lead by Jacob Black. That bastard had it out for me since day one, but I wear the biggest smile.
Bella and I leapt up from our hiding place and dashed to the corridors out behind the Alter. I pushed her so she was running ahead of me. She ran blindly, so did I. I don't know my way around a fucking church! I grabbed her wrist and we twisted to turn down an awkward corridor lined with doors. She took the left side, and I took the right.
"Fuck, Rose they're all locked!" Bella screamed in frustration, I made my way over to her.
"Baby we don't have time to stop, help me find a door that's open." I pleaded, and placed a quick kiss on her soft lips. She whimpered. Fuck, I hate seeing her like this. She doesn't deserve it.
"Okay." I took her hand, and we followed the hallway, trying different doors as fast as we could, I could hear Black and his goons closing in on us. And then…
"Aha! Thank you, Jesus!" I cried, throwing the door open and dragging Bella in with me. I turned and slammed the door shut, looking for something to block it with.
Fuck.
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The beginning;
"You fucking jackass!" I smacked my hands down on the official desk at Forks Police Department. "How the hell can you 'notputitinthesystem'?Some asshole has keyed my car, how can you not put that in the fucked-up system?"
"I'm sorry Ma'am, but we just can't."
"Can't what? Get laid? Quit bullshitting me! I'm not paying for this kinda damage! C'mon, man, cooperate with me!"
Officer Jacob Black huffed and shook his head.
I cannon believe this jackass!
Okay. So… What century are we living in? Oh, sorry, did I say we? I meant me. It seems I'm the only person in this whole fucking town who isn't homophobic. Why am I not homophobic? Uh… Because I'm gay. And the entire population of Forks is completely against me for it.
Just this morning, I wake up and get ready to take a trip down to La Push to take some photos and find that some fucking douchebag as keyed the word 'Dyke!' into the side of my beautiful BMW. What's the point? I'm not going anywhere! I've lived in this town for five years now, and they haven't run me out yet. I refuse to give up, but I feel like a small portion are plotting my demise…
Sounds dramatic, but seriously. I've been feeling really uneasy recently, like someone's constantly watching me. I've been getting weird looks. Not the normal 'ugh, pussy licker' looks but the 'you should rot in hell' kinda looks.
Forks is such a hospitable and warm town.
If you're straight.
Ah, shit man, so close!
"Listen, lady, I sure as heck don't like the way you're talking to me, so I think you should just calm down." He said – fucker was trying to get rid of me.
"Calm down? Calm down? How the fuck am I supposed to calm down when you're making up stupid excuses for why you can't file this goddamn report!" I slapped my hands down again, what is his problem?
"I think you should shut the hell up and piss off, bitch." He hissed.
The fuck?
"Don't look at me like that you fucking dyke. You're making my day a bajillion times harder, so why don't you just go back to your pornography studio and leave me alone."
I stood stunned for a few moments while he caught his breath.
How… darehe? I'm Rosalie mother-fucking Hale. I was the one who made him look all respectable when he graduated from the Academy. I'm a pretty fecking good photographer, and he's bad mouthing me, tomyface?
Bitch. Please.
"Now you listen here, mother fu-"
"Is there a problem, here?"
I was interrupted by the voice of a woman. By the sounds of it, a young woman.
I turned to see who had cut short my would-be rant. And I stopped. And I stopped, because right at that moment, the one thing I wanted to do more than anything in the world, was take her picture. Stood in front of me, was a tall brunette, with a heart shaped face and the darkest eyes I'd ever seen. Even from where I stood I could see that under her trench coat her curves were full and in all the right places.
Fuck I needed my camera.
I wanted the weight of it in my hand, and the comforting feel of the shutter release underneath my index finger. I wanted her at my will, to take an endless amount of photo's.
Fuck I wanted her.
"There isn't a problem, Bella. Only problem here is that you haven't given me a hug yet! Where the hell've you been, B? c'mere and say hello." I turned and stared at Black.
Is this the same dude?
"Erm. No Jacob, there is a problem, why are you being difficult to this nice lady?" She placed her hand on her hip and cocked an eyebrow.
"I'm not being difficult." He pouted.
Is he for real? Ah man, she looks so stern…
"Oh really? Is that why she – I'm sorry, what's your name?"
Hmm?
"What? Oh, Rosalie. Rose. My name's Rose."
What panty dropping charm you have, Rosalie.
"Is that why Rosalie looked like she was ready to rip you a new one?"
"It's not my fault she's got anger issues."
"Jacob!"
"Yes, fine! I'll do your stupid report!" he threw his arms up and turned to his computer.
As he tinkered away, I approached my savior. "Erm, thanks for that."
"Oh, it's fine, I know how harsh people can be if they don't understand something." She blushed.
"You sound like you'd know from experience." I tilted my head to one side, discretely taking in her form from a closer distance.
"Well, back in Seattle my friend Alice came out as gay and this group of people went nuts, calling her the spawn of the devil and shit."
"That sucks, but I know where she's coming from. People can be so stupid. There are only a few people in this town I can talk to without worrying about whether they'll try and perform an exorcism." I chuckled.
"Oh yeah? Who're they?"
"Uh, Chief Swan and a girl called Angela, she's really nice." I thought to myself, and we drifted into a comfortable silence.
"You know…" I started "I'd really like to take your picture." I could feel the vicious stare of Black on the back of my neck.
She smiled and looked like she was going to accept my offer, when she got cut off.
"Bells!" She was ploughed down by non other, than Chief Swan.
"Hey daddy!"
Thank God I wasn't bad mouthing him!
They released each other and started to talk animatedly with each other.
From what I gathered – while standing there like an awkward penguin – she'd been living in Seattle with her mom for the past few years, and thought she'd move to Forks while she carried on with her project.
Project? Anyone?
While I know I'd love to stand and watch her eyes sparkle as she spoke with her father, all the while being a completely unacknowledged awkward third party member, I really wanted to get down to La Push. I needed to take some pictures for the local art gallery; I'm a regular in their shows. Because I'm amazing like that. ]I quickly scribbled down my phone number and a little message for Bella –
Wanna call me about that photo?
Before sneakily shoving it in her pocket without either of them noticing- -I don't even know how I did it – and leaving the P.D.
I didn't have my car. I honestly think I'd rather diethan go parading around Forks with the word 'dyke' keyed into the side of my beauty. So instead, I have my Harley.
I'm such a lesbian.
Anyway, by the time I got down to La Push it was mid-afternoon and I was already completely over the idea of trekking around in the woods for a few hours taking pictures of droplets of water and bugs.
But suffer for my art, I must.
Heh, Yoda moment.
I'm such a nerd.
Pushing down on the stand, I parked my bike, rifling though one of the bags till I found my camera. Grabbing it and placing the strap around my neck, I stared off towards the beach.
As I walked, I took random shots of the wanna-be-surfers and the kids out on the pontoon trying to fish for fun, because everyone knows you're more likely to be eaten by a whale than catch anything on First Beach.
As I wandered and took pictures, I slowly made my way to the line of trees that lead through the Reservation.
I know exactly where I'm going.
As always, my photography trips would lead me to a small clearing in the middle of frickin' no where. I found it when I first moved to Forks, I went for a wander, and stumbled upon a wonder.
Cheesey shit.
When I finally reached my clearing I'd already gotten a few decent photos under my belt. I really love taking pictures, to know that you've captured a moment that will never everhappen again, it's a strong feeling. And sometimes… sometimes you really can say a thousand words.
I remember one time after I first moved to Forks, I was in my clearing really fucking early, and I watched the sun rise through the trees. Every single droplet of dew on the leaves and on the flowers and grass lit up. It was like the clearing was a field of diamonds, glimmering in the morning sun…
I've never shown anyone that photo. That's my own personal piece. I keep meaning to get it transferred onto a canvas, and hang it in my living room, but I don't really want to.
It used to be enough, that picture. It used to be enough as a photographer to know that I'd taken the best possible picture in the whole of my career.
It's not enough now.
I really fucking needto take her picture.
Now.