BETA: LynetteCullen. I bug you on a regular basis, and I do apologize bestie:) Thanks for everything.

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"You ready for the trip Bella?" Rose asked excitedly. Usually Rose isn't ever excited about anything that doesn't have to do with books or rock bands, but today was the day that we were leaving for a special presentation in Seattle. Our robotics club had been chosen to make a presentation of the things that we learned at a workshop the previous summer.

"Of course I'm ready. How can I not be? It's a whole night away from my mother," I said as we boarded the bus. It's not that I didn't love my mother, but damn. She was really beginning to get annoying.

Rose did one of her famous silent giggles as we found seats near the back of the bus. I never really liked to ride at the back of the bus, but for Rose, I'd do just about anything. We took our seats and began to talk about one of the boys on the bus that Rose recognized from the race track. "Bella that's Garland," she whispered, leaning across the seat so that he wouldn't here us. Apparently, he had tried to talk to Rose, but didn't realize that she was only 15. "I wonder if he remembers me," she uttered at the exact moment he turned around.

"Oh shit," we said simultaneously as we sunk down into are seats. To be completely honest, this dude wasn't even that cute, he looked kind of like a Doberman Pinscher, only his neck isn't as long. "Rose he's ugly," I commented, looking around the seat to steal another glance.

"You got that right," she agreed. "But I bet his dick is huge. It's always the ugly ones that are packing," she informed me. I wanted to ask how the hell she knew this theory to be true, but I knew she'd never tell me. Rose lives her life as a closed book, hiding her emotions and secrets very well from the outside world. That's one of the things I love about her. She can always tell you anything you need to know, you'll just never get an explanation of how she found out. "I just don't want the motherfucker to expect anything out of this trip. I can't fuck up any potential scholarships by being stupid."

"He doesn't look like he remembers you," I admitted truthfully. He had turned around and turned back as if he didn't even notice us back here. "Maybe that's a good thing," I added. She nodded her assent and went back to Sam (her iPhone) to continue whatever story she was currently reading.

The rest of the ride was uneventful. I tried to pass the time by reading and texting. I rarely sleep on trips. I want to know what is going at all times, and you can't know what's going on if you're not awake. Rose however, had gone to sleep immediately after reading her story, Evanescence lulling her to sleep. I absently reached out and ran my fingers through her hair, instantly regretting the move as she stirred in her slumber.

I could never let Rose know how I truly felt about her. I just found out that she was bisexual, and I was pretty sure that I wasn't her type. She seemed to like other blonds with beautiful smiles. I was the exact opposite. I am brunette and whenever I smile, I often try to hide my teeth because of the unevenness of my front ones. I'm pretty sure Rose wouldn't even think about me as a potential relationship partner. In fact, I haven't even told Rose that I like girls. I hadn't even known until a couple of weeks ago after Edward and I had had a fight, and I found comfort in his beautiful cousin Jessie.

I was thrown from my tumbled thoughts when I heard our Algebra teacher Mrs. Williams say "Girls, we're here," as we pulled into the hotel parking lot. I woke Rose before I marked my book and closed it. I looked back over at Rose and smiled, loving the way she frowned after just waking from sleep. I almost had a heart attack as she stretched her arms above her head, making her breast rise as she did so. I quickly looked away, a sorry attempt to shake the sordid thoughts from my mind.

As we got our bags and entered the hotel, Mrs. Williams told us to wait in the lobby while she checked us all in. "You nervous about tomorrow?" Rose asked once we sat down. She knew that I was always tense in front of people, even though the presentation tomorrow morning would only be to about 15 people.

"I'm a little nervous," I admitted. "But I think I think I'll be fine." 'As long as you're there,' I added mentally. And this statement was true. Whenever Rose was around, I felt calm and the nervousness always subsided.

"Rosalie and Bella, you guys are in Room 322," Mrs. Williams announced as she handed us the keys to our room. We left the lobby and headed towards the elevators. "Elevator music sucks," we said concurrently. "Jinx. You owe me a soda," I giggled, having to hold myself back from calling her baby. Lately, it had gotten a lot harder for me to hide these feelings, and I was absolutely sure that staying in a small hotel room with Rose was not going to help me hide my feelings any better.

"I guess I do," she chortled as the elevator dinged, announcing that we had arrived on our floor. We exited the elevator and walked the few steps required to reach the door of our room. I slid the key card into the slot, which rewarded me a click.

As we entered the room, we both looked around, taking in our new surroundings. There were two double beds with thick white bedspreads, a nightstand, with an alarm clock, between them. There was a large cherry cabinet that housed a 32 inch television in front of the bed. A small dresser sat next to it. "Not even a couch?" Rose asked. "Boy they went all out didn't they," she commented sarcastically. The room wasn't as nice as we were hoping, but it wasn't anything terrible either.

"It could be worse," I muttered as I tossed my bag onto the bed nearest the door. "Let's check out the bathroom," I said, moving past her to open the door beside her. "Not to bad," I groaned. "I don't think that we'll get any diseases," I smiled as I patted her on the shoulder back into the room. She giggled on the way over to her bed, dropping her duffel bag beside it.

The rest of the afternoon and evening went by in obscurity. We went out to dinner at a nearby restaurant with food that no one really wanted to eat. After we got back to the hotel, we checked out the pool, or should I say we wanted to. We couldn't because the damn thing closed at 9:30 and it was already 10:45. With nothing else to do, Rose and I decided to head back to the room.

"This trip is lame," Rose affirmed. "The first night in years that I'm away from my parents, and I end up at a lame ass hotel," she concluded as she flopped down on her bed. "What do you want to do?" she asked, looking up at me.

'Fuck.' immediately came to my mind, but insteadI said, "I don't know. Wanna watch the Adult Swim on Cartoon Network?" I suggested, knowing that Rose enjoyed watching Family Guy. She nodded her consent as I picked up the remote and the television directory. Quickly finding Cartoon Network, I turned to the channel, only to find that it was the episode where the guys walked into the lesbian bar.

My thoughts about Rose had been somewhat under control. Until now. The Family Guy episode only reminded me that I was sitting in a small hotel room with my best friend that I just happened to be in love with. I stole a glance at her, only to find her glancing right back at me. I immediately averted my eyes, attempting to conceal the evident blush creeping across my cheeks.

"Bella?" I heard Rose call my name. Once I turned my head, she continued. "How long are we gonna do this? Ignore the sexual tension. I know you feel it. If you didn't, you wouldn't look like an apple," she smiled her beautiful crooked smile that I absolutely love. She slowly stood up and came to sit by me on my bed. "You like girls don't you," she asked bluntly. I simply nodded, not trusting my voice. "That's what I thought," she said cockily as she leaned in to capture my lips in a soft kiss.

I couldn't believe that this was happening. The girl that I was deeply in love with was kissing me. 'That means she likes me right,' I thought to myself. 'Who gives a fuck?' I resolved as I felt her tongue sweep over my bottom lip, a silent plea for entrance, which I instantly granted, groaning as I felt her tongue exploring my mouth. "Do you want to go further Bella?"She queried. Once again, I could only nod, giving my consent for Rosalie Hale to do with me whatever she wanted.

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