Thank you to Kara (StillDreaming85) & Sherry (Banshee69) for their help in cleaning this up & advice on it as well. I don't own Twilight, SM does.
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This fic was inspired by the Aerosmith's video - Crazy.
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I was sitting in first period Algebra, staring out the window, admiring the beautiful day. Tapping my red manicured nails on the desk, I let out a sigh as I picked up my pencil and tried to concentrate. Mr. Osborne is droning on and on about how four plus y = yadda yadda, and my mind has wandered back off again.
"Bella." I hear someone whispering my name. I look up from where I had been doodling on my notebook to where the voice came from.
It's Rose, my best friend since we met the first day of fifth grade. She's taught me a lot over the years, mainly confidence.
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****flashback****
We met the first day of school on the playground. I had just gotten my turn on the swings. Freddie Johnson came up to me and told me it was his turn. I told him I had just got on, and he told me to move. I spoke in a low voice, without looking at him, and said that I wanted my turn. Freddie took hold of my hair and pulled it until I got up. The next thing I knew Freddie's head is being snapped back and he screamed.
Here I am, staring at this beautiful, dark blonde haired angel, with the iciest blue eyes I've ever seen. She has a fist full of Freddies jet black hair in her tiny hand.
"Didn't your momma teach you any manners?" She asked him.
He tried to move his head, but he couldn't. She really had a tight grip on him. He just whimpered a little bit.
"It was my friends turn to swing and you tried to take it, you rude boy. You pulled her hair too and that hurts." She jerked his head back. "Doesn't it?"
"Yes," he managed to stutter out.
"I'm going to let you go, but first you need to tell my friend you're sorry for being a doodoo head and tell her it won't happen again."
"Okay, I'm sorry. I won't bother you again."
I stood there looking at them in amazement. I couldn't believe it. All I could manage to say was, "K."
She released him and he scampered off.
I wasn't sure if I should be afraid of her or not, but I sure was in awe of her.
"Hi, my name is Rosalie Hale, but you can call me Rose."
"Uh hi, I'm Isabella Swan, you can call me Bella."
She pointed behind me. "Both swings are empty now, do you still want to swing?"
I replied with an enthusiastic, "Yes." So we plopped down on them and begun to swing.
"Thanks Rose, for helping me."
"Stick with me, we'll be best friends."
I smiled so big it made my cheeks hurt. "I have a best friend."
****End flashback****
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We've been attached at the hip ever since that day.
"What is is Rose?" I try to whisper back to her, but half the class turns to look my way.
Rolling her eyes at me, she mouths the words. "Meet me at my locker after class."
I salute her and wait for the bell.
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I was out of my seat before the damn bell even rung and headed for the door.
I meet Rose at her locker to see what was so fucking important.
"Hey, Bella."
"Hey, Rose."
"You know this day is far too nice to be stuck in school wearing these stupid uniforms?" Rose complains, as she tugs at the skirt of said uniform.
"Shut the front door, bitch. I was just sitting in class thinking the same thing."
"Great minds baby, high-five."
I reach up and slap my palm to hers.
"Well, since we're eighteen and we're seniors, it's practically written in the rules that we have to skip the rest of the day, right?"
I look at her with a smirk. "Of course."
"Awesome, go to your locker, get your shit and when the tardy bell rings… we're outta here."
I shoot two guns with my fingers, wink and click my tongue at her. "Gotcha."
She rolls her eyes at my cheesy self. "Just don't get caught."
I wave her off, mumbling, mocking her as I go. "Just don't get caught."
The tardy bell rings and I'm out the door, heading toward Rose's badass, black Mustang convertible.
She's already in the car, dropping the rag top, when I open the door.
"Was it a good idea to do that in the school's parking lot?"
She flips her dark blonde locks over her shoulder. "I like the thrill of possibly getting caught. It gets my juices flowing."
I wrinkle up my nose. "Eww… I don't want to know about your juices."
We both are laughing as we burn rubber out of the school's parking lot.
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A/N:This is a short ficlet. There will be only five chapters total. It's already written, but I am waiting on it to be betad.
