Roses Are Red- written by the glamorous writers Justin Saine and Tequila Mockingbird

Authors' Note:

Justin: This is our first fanfic, so sorry it's short, we--

Tequila: Look! A monkey!! Yay!!

Justin: As I was saying...

Tequila: Justin!! Do you see the monkey!!!???

Justin: Tequila, I'm trying to get something done here, or didn't you notice?

Tequila: But, but, but, the monkey will feel unloved!!! And so will I!!! --starts to sob--

Justin: Sorry, I was going to say something, but I have to go and comfort Tequila now. So, enjoy the story...

Disclaimer:

Us: Why, of course we own Twilight!

--Stephanie Meyer shows up with wrath and a lawsuit--

Us: KIDDING!

Chapter One: Queen Of Kings

I examined the ring he place on my finger some hours back in the dim light of my room. I smiled with a fierce satisfaction as the priceless ring shone brightly. I was finally engaged to one of the few both wealthy and handsome men in the world. My best friend Vera had already married, and she was both poorer and uglier than me—everyone was—so it was about time for me to be engaged, I had been waiting for ages. Still, I reflected as I looked at myself in the mirror, I had known it was coming. Royce had been sending me red roses everyday since he saw me at Father's bank. As soon as I saw him I knew he was perfect—he was wealthy, successful, handsome, and I deserved him. How could I not? He was the King and I was the Queen. I was everything anyone ever wanted.

"He could have been a little faster," I grumbled aloud- it sounded like a breathless whisper. As I painted my flawless lips with the finest makeup money could buy, I continued with my musings. "It's not like he had to ask my Father's permission."

It was true. Father had shown his support of Royce right from the start. He knew that my perfection would bring the family to new heights, and I had never doubted him.

"Done." I whispered, flipping my thick blonde hair back over my shoulders. I was ready to head over to Vera and tell her about it. Grabbing my slim, stylish coat I headed out the door, still smiling with the same fierce satisfaction as before, noticing every man's eyes following me as I walked away. Life was perfection.

I knocked on the door impatiently, she was taking forever! It had to have been fifteen seconds by now! I tapped my stiletto heel on the floor to occupy myself and batted my eyes at the passing men, keeping count of how many actually stopped mid-stride to stare (seventeen out of eighteen). When the door finally opened, I forgot my hurry. I hadn't seen Vera in awhile and was eager to do so again.

"Vera!" I squealed when the door opened, throwing out my arms to let her embrace me.

"Shh," she whispered, brown eyes amused but still serious. "He's finally sleeping."

I frowned, still a beautiful expression on my face. What did it matter that her husband would wake up? Come to think of it why was he sleeping anyway, it was 5PM! Shouldn't he be working or something? People still worked at 5—right? "He's a guy!" I said, laughing musically. "It's not like it takes that long."

Vera smiled timidly. "For him it does" she whispered, hugging me as she did. "Come." She took my hand and led me inside. I cringed as I was towed along the house- it was crowded, stuffy, and over packed. I hadn't been here in a while—why would I? and it seemed more crammed than before. She lead me to a room upstairs which I hadn't seen before—I made it my business never to go farther than the living room, where I could look out the window at my reflection when the conversation became too dull. Once before the door she motioned for silence, and then let me inside.

My frown deepened, why was I being dragged upstairs to see her sleeping husband? I was positive that was a sight I didn't want to see. As the door opened I stopped dead in my tracks, sure I was hallucinating. The room was painted in soft blues and pastel colors. At the far corner of the room was a beautifully built crib where soft snores emerged. This could not be happening. Was this real? As soon as I was engaged Vera had one-upped me, landing herself with a baby and a new family member. I couldn't let her know. I would not let her know that she got to me.

"Boy or girl?" I whispered, gliding forward to the crib to prove to her I was unaffected, unchanged, in total control.

"Boy," She whispered back, giving me a smile full of joy and pride. A mother's smile. "His name is Henry. Look- he's awake."

I figured they'd give him a name like that. Henry didn't have the same ring to it that Royce did. Royce King…. And soon I would be Rosalie King instead of plain Rosalie Hale. I would be his Queen. Thinking these reassuring thoughts I smiled looked down into the crib.

For the first time in my life I was struck dumb. He looked so sweet, so innocent. His eyes twinkled, his dimples flashed as he grinned up at me. Vera immediately began to murmur to him, softly and sweetly… How could she have all of this? For a moment I envied her, I envied her fiercely and with a corrosiveness that shocked me back to reality. Why should I envy her? I would have all that she had, soon. And I would have things she never had… I would have Royce, and my beauty. Always my beauty. After that I was able to smile, and say all that was polite. After all, a King must always be polite, and a Queen even more so. I did leave as soon as I reasonably could—when her husband came home. Seeing him bend down and kiss her until she pulled away and hit his arm, I felt another flash of envy, when Royce kissed me… but I banished those unworthy thoughts. They weren't worthy of him, and especially not of me.

So I left. I left without telling her. I left to see my Royce again, my fiancée. Again I smiled that same satisfactory smile as I walked away from the house. I was ready to start my life with Royce. One day we'd get a little child like Henry, and he'd kiss me like that. We were going to have the perfect life; I was going to be Rosalie King. Everything would be perfect, and I was already perfect… simply perfect.