CHAPTER 3:
~ROSALIE AND JAMES~
ROSALIE POV CONTINUED...
After we are all finished with our assigned chores, Esme suggests that we all sit down and watch a movie together for old times sakes. The boys all complain that they want to watch a horror flick but Esme shoots them down when she finds "The Notebook" burried beneath the stack of sappy-romance movies she collects.
Esme dims the lights and puts the movie on after we all get comfortably seated around the living room. I end up sitting sandwiched in between Alice and Bella on the large, white futon sofa. We have fluffy pink covers wrapped around our bodies and chocolate popcorn balls in our hands. This sort of reminds me of the slumber parties we used to have when we were all little girls. We'd watch gushy romance movies, paint eachother's nails, braid eachothers hair, and when our parents went to sleep we'd sneak outside to go to the park with the boys.
"I'm aware that I'm losing my dignity by agreeing to this." Jasper's fake frowning like he's really upset that we're making him watch a romantic movie, but he's actually quite amused. "I'm also aware that I'll never be able to regain that dignity back."
"Bro, you lost your dignity the day you started going to the salon for highlights."
This makes us all crack the fuck up, even Esme chuckles a little bit and she usually doesn't think it's funny we start teasing each other.
Jasper shakes his head, and this is not the first time I've noticed how perfect his honey-blond tresses are sculpted.
"Dude, I do not get highlights." Jasper is equally amused by Edward's accusation, a placid smile lifts the corners of his mouth. "I was born a honey-blond."
"Yeah right." Edward says, mock disbelief on his face. "Whose ever heard of a natural blonde with brown roots?"
"Whose ever hear of bronze being a hair color?"
Edward opens his mouth for his rebuttal but Esme beats him to it with a stern look. "It's time to watch the movie now boys. I'm sure you'll have time to discuss hair care and salons after it's done. If you're really interested I'll just give you both the number to my stylist."
Esme is secretly an underground comedian. She doesn't like it when the boys tease each other, but she'll playfully insult them with her subtle sarcasm from time to time. She thinks she's sly but she really isn't.
The movie isn't hard to get into but I guess that's probably because girls are programmed to love cliched romance. The boys lose their intrest in the movie all very quickly. Ten minutes in Emmett is knocked out on the couch, Jacob has his ear plugs in, Jasper and Edward have retreated upstairs to play video games, and James has ventured outside to possibly get high.
Alice, Bella, Esme, and I stay and finish up the movie, basking in the sickly sweetness. While watching I can't help but wonder if Edward would ever possibly feel that way about me. I know it's too soon to be thinking about possibilities but I can't quite make my heart listen. I have liked Edward for some time now. The thought of getting a chance with him is exciting to say the least.
Two hours later the movie is over and Esme is ready to go to bed. She has to get up for work in the morning and we have to attend our second day of school.
"Are you going home Bella?" James asks curiously. We're all standing outside on the porch, trying to figure out if we're going to hang out some more or just go home. "It's not even midnight yet."
"So." Bella rolls her chocolate eyes, "We still have school in the morning. Unlike some people I take school very seriously."
"Geek." James ruffles Bella's head on his way past her. I think we all know that the responsible thing for us to be doing is going home and getting ready for our next day of school, but we also know that none of us are what you'd typically call responisble. "Stay out for another hour at least."
"What are we going to do?" Bella asks, raising her eyes to his in a challenge. "Go to the beach?"
"Actually, that sounds like a fantastic idea." Alice says, knowing that Bella had intially been playing when she'd suggested the beach.
"We haven't gone there in a long time. Not at night at least." The beach used to be one of our favorite hangout places growing up. We all loved going there, especially at night time when there weren't really any other people out.
Bella agrees to go to the beach with us but she insists that she's only going to stay for a half hour. Time does not stand still for anyone and when we are all together time seems to fly. An hour quickly turns into two hours and before we know it midnight has rolled around.
"Do you want to go shopping on Wednesday?" Bella, Alice, and I are taking a stroll along the shorelines. We left the boys a few miles down the beach because they are engaged in a very volatile wrestling match that we do not want to get involved in. "I get my allowance tomorrow but we already made plans to go to the movies."
I haven't told them that Edward asked me on a date and I don't think that Edward has told any of the boys yet. I am just a little bit apprehensive about telling them because word usually spreads very quickly throughout our group of friends.
"Actually, I have plans for Wednesday." My voice is casual, there is no pretending in my act of nonchalance. "Edward asked me to go to a concert with him."
Bella and Alice are both silent.
"Wait a minute." Bella's eyes widen in suprise, it only takes another second for them to become narrowed though. "Are you telling me that Edward asked you on a date?"
"Yeah." I lift my shoulders and shrug. "He wants me to go to dinner and a concert with him."
"So, he just came out and asked you to go to dinner with him?" Bella is looking at me skeptically like she refuses to believe that Edward actually likes me. What does she think? That I used some kind of voodoo on him or something?
I sigh. Bella's not slow at understanding she's just stubborn."Yes Bella. I think I just said that."
Bella's expression completely falls, a frown diminishing the beauty of her face. "I've just never known Edward to be so...affectionate."
"Maybe he's changing for Rosie." Alice's suggestion is playful but there is also a slight seriousness behind her words. This only makes Bella's frown worsen but I don't quite understand why she is so concerned all of a sudden. "I can't believe you two are going on a date."
"Yeah." Bella chimes in drearily. "Me either."
WDYWFM~~~~
Wednesday comes quicker than I expect. We all went to the movies yesterday night and by the end of the day everyone knew about me and Edward's upcoming date. No one really gave us a hard time about it. The worst that we got was some teasing from the boys. Other than that they all seemed to be less than unconcerned. I don't think that they really expect anything serious to amount from the infatuation that Edward and I have with each other. I hope that they are wrong.
"Is that what you're wearing Rosie?" Alice gives me a skeptical look as I hold up a tight red halter dress. I look at myself in the mirror and picture the dress on me then I picture Edward's face when he's taking the dress off of me.
I supress a pleasant shudder and turn to flash Alice a smile. She is here to help me get ready for my date.
"Isn't it sexy?" I ask this but not because I actually want her to answer. My question is mostly rhetorical anyway because I already know that the dress is hot. When I put it on Edward will not be able to not notice how great my body looks in it.
"Yes." Alice agrees amused. Her eyes roll heavenward as she chuckles at me. "But I think it's just a smidge too sexy for an indie concert and a local restaraunt."
"Well...what do you suggest I wear since you're apparently a fashion expert." I want this to be perfect. I have never cared so much about making something be perfect and I have definitely never doubted my outfit choices. My anxiety has a lot to do with the fact that I actually care about Edward. What he thinks of me means a lot.
"Try some skinny jeans and a cute top." She says, with a simple shrug of her dainty shoulders. I hate that she is making so much sense right now but I am glad that she is here. Bella would have been here too but she apparently had something better to do.
"Okay." I listen to her fashion advice as I choose my next set of clothes. "How about this?"
"Try your faded skinny jeans instead of the white ones." Alice hops up off of my bed and bounces over to my closet, she steps inside and pulls one of my scarfs off of the hanger. "I think this gray will go really well with that blue sweater."
Since Alice is a fashion genius it doesn't take that long for me to find my outfit. She decides to wait downstairs with my mother while I get in the shower and dress.
By time I am done pinning and curling my hair, the doorbells rings and I know that Edward is here. When I see him I am instantly glad that I didn't choose to wear the halter dress. He has on a pair of slim fitting jeans, a band tee, and a leather jacket.
He's awfully casual but there is no denying that he looks good. Edward is gorgeous, that is something that he's always been, and something that he always will be.
"You look beautiful." He whispers as we make our way to his car, his eyes lift to my face and I am surprised by the amount of sincerity I find inside of them. "But of course you knew that already."
"It's still nice to hear you say it." My voice is touched, I want him to know that his compliment meant a lot to me. "I really wanted to look pretty for you tonight."
"Yes." He agrees, as his eyes sweep over me in an appreciative manner. My whole body feels ignited from the warmth that the gaze of his eyes has left me with. "Blue is my favorite color and It looks absolutely ravishing on you."
I try not to blind him with my 100-watt smile as he we enter his car. The ride is mostly silent. I think we are both trying to figure out how to handle this situation. It isn't awkward but there is just a little but of tension because neither of us have ever been on a real date before and I don't think that either of us were expecting to experience our first dates with each other.
When we get downtown the concert area is so cramped with people that there are a lot of couples sitting in the field with blankets instead of in chairs. The makeshift stage is centered in the middle of the grassy pasture and the band is singing a cover of The Trainwreck Rider's "In and out of love."
"You didn't bring a blanket did you?" Edward shakes his head. There is literally only one chair left in the entire field. He sits down and pulls me onto his lap without hesistation. We've always been this close with each other. If our entire group would've been here sitting me on his lap would have been a painfully platonic gesture but it would have been comfortable.
This position seems so intimate now that we are alone...I can't belive that I'm letting him make me nervous.
"Is this okay?" He asks, his voice is beyond quiet in my ear. I almost can't hear what he's saying because the music is so loud, but his lips are so dangerously close. If I turn my face just a little our lips would be touching...
I remember to breathe and nod my head slowly.
The concert is unsuprisingly fun. I always have fun when I hang out with Edward. He isn't as outgoing as his brother is. In fact he is considered the quiet one amongst our group but that doesn't mean that Edward is shy. I bet that if the band would have invited him onto stage he would have gone up without hesitaion and stolen the show away from them.
Edward and I bob our heads to the modern music. He sings along with the band to the songs that he knows. I try to dance as much as I can but since I am sitting down all I can really do is move my hips.
I turn my head and give him a quizzical look when he grabs my hips to stop my movements. He smiles crookedly. His teeth are still ultra white even in the dark.
"I think you're underestimating the amount of self control I have Rosalie. Otherwise you wouldn't be shaking your ass on my lap, in this meadow full of speculating people." The smile on his face widens and darkens. "You're too damn beautiful for your own good Rose. I'm trying to be a gentleman and control myself so be a good girl."
He leans forward and presses a kiss to the nape of my neck. His lips are parted. I can feel his tongue on my skin. "When we're alone you can slide back and forth on me as much as you want." His eyebrows raise pointedly and a chuckle escapes him from the surprised expression on my face. "I'm just fucking with you Rosalie. You should see your face."
Edward and I have always been comfortable around each other. We've been best friends for years now, and even though this is totally new for both of us this still feels unusually right. The concert is over at a little after one a.m. We don't want to go far to find a place to eat so we both decide that Applebee's is great.
"You can order anything." Edward assures kindly. He smiles at me and his eyes crinkle just a little. We've been out to eat plenty of times and Edward has paid for me but this time the gesture seems romantic somehow.
Our dinner conversation is casual and easy. We flow and we never have to think about what we're going to say next. I probably already know every thing about Edward and vice versa, but I still like hearing him tell me about his hobbies.
He loves playing the piano. His grand father taught him how to play before he died from cancer. Edward tells me that he likes to remember his grandfather through the music that he plays.
When I ask him if he can write a song for me he smiles and tells me that he already has.
Edward and I practically spend the next two hours re-getting to know each other. Our food has been paid for but we don't leave our seats until I yawn during one of my sentences and am reminded that I do have a curfew. The drive back to my house is filled with comfortable silence. All of the tension that had been between us earlier completely evaporated throughout the night.
We get back to my house at three. Edward walks me up to my driveway like an old-fashioned gentlemen. I smile when we get up to the door. "You're so lame Edward."
"What are you talking about Hale?" He gives me a curious smile before taking my hand inside of his and pulling me towards him. "Don't you love my chivalry?"
Edward is such a charmer. I've never been confused as to why girls are constantly flinging theirselves at him. He's sexy, funny, sweet, and smart. He's the ideal boyfriend...he's what I want.
"Yes." I reply softly. I look into his eyes like a hopeless romantic. "You're really sweet Edward. I had a lot of fun tonight. Thanks for asking me out."
"God...Hale." He smirks at me playfully. "We sound like one of those cheesy romance movies."
I giggle lightly and look up into his emerald eyes again. He is so fucking gorgeous I can't resist. "You know what would make this moment even more cliche than it already is?"
"Enlighten me Rosalie." He says, even though I confidently believe that he already knows what I'm hinting at. His eyes flicker down to my lips for a lingering moment and back up to my face as he waits for me to respond.
"A kiss." I say simply.
"You want me to give you a good night kiss?" His eyes brighten. I'm pretty sure my heart is about to explode at any second.
I nod my head slowly. "Kiss me."
Edward doesn't need much more encouragement from me. He presses me against my front door and presses his lips against mine. Edward is a good kisser, I can feel how skilled he is through his easiness. He doesn't try to dominate like other boys that I've kissed, he allows us both to move in synchronation. Neither one of us are in control. We're just both relishing in this feeling of electricity flowing between our bodies.
My arms wrap around his neck and I let my fingers tangle inside of the messy tendrils in the back of Edward's head.
This feels so right. I cannot force myself to think about anything but him and the feeling of him against me. I've never felt anything so natural or easy in my life.
I pull away from him and when I glance up at him I can see the lust in his eyes. He hasn't told me good night yet because he wants me to invite him inside.
"My parents are asleep." I open the front door and step aside to allow him inside. "Can you be quiet?"
Edward smirks arrogantly as he backs me up onto the wall by the staircase. "If we're about to do what I think we're about to do you should be worried about whether you can keep quiet." He leans down and kisses my neck. His lips are at my ear. "I'm known for making girls cry out my name."
I chuckle and bring him in for another kiss. "Then I'll try extra hard to be a good girl."
Being with Edward is easy...
"Are we going up to your room?" His voice is barely a whisper. Neither one of us wants to wake my parents up.
"No." I shake my head, lacing my fingers through his. "We're going to the guest room in the basement."
Edward knows my entire house layout by heart, we've hung out here so much throughout the years that it would be a shame if he didn't. He effortlessly navigates us throughout the dark of my house, towards the kitchen threshold, and down the basement stairs. There are two guest rooms and a bathroom in my basement. I don't ususally come down here that often but this is the perfect place for Edward and I to be at the moment.
Edward pushes my back up against the closed door, his lips leave a heated trail up my neck. "I'm embarassed to say that I've been looking forward to this part of the date since you agreed to go out with me."
My eyes are closed but I have a feeling that there's a crooked smile on Edward's face, "What made you think I'd put out on the first date?"
"I don't know." His lips are back at my ear. His breath is chilling, I have to keep myself from shuttering against him. "I just thought I'd get lucky."
"It's not luck." I assure quietly, reaching forward to grab him through his jeans. A small groan escapes him as his head falls onto my shoulder. "I've been looking forward to the same thing and I'm not embarassed to admit it."
Edward reaches past me to open the door and we both stumble into the darkness of the bedroom. We don't stop to cut on the lights, our lips are against each others and we're falling ontop of each other when we land on the bed. I can't see a damn thing but I can feel his hands skimming up and down the sides of my body, his tongue tangling around mines, and the erection in his pants.
Our clothes become collateral. I tug at his shirt, at his jeans, at his boxers, and he pulls the same way at all of my clothes until we are both naked and our clothes are in a pile on the floor.
It isn't a surprise to me that Edward knows what he's doing. We've had sex before but that was once and I can barely remember any of it. All I know is that Edward does everything with a purpose. His hands are all over my body. Pinching at my nipples, stroking between my legs. All I can do is moan quietly and pray that he doesn't stop.
"Fuck Rosalie." He says, voice barely a whisper. There is no denying the want in his tone. "You're so wet. I can't wait any longer..."
"I want you." I reply, my voice equally wanting. I can't see what I am doing but I reach towards him anyway, he groans my name when I wrap my hand around his length. "I want to feel all of you."
Edward doesn't need much more encouragement. One of my legs are wrapped around his waist, my wrists are in his hands, and he holds them above my head when he slides inside of me.
"Oh, fuck." His swears are passionately sexy, his voice dripping and drowned in lustful pleasure. "Jesus christ, you feel so good Rosalie."
It doesn't take Edward long to find his rhythms. His movements are not harsh but they are powerful. He thrusts within me deeply and long, he pushes hard but he is not rough. He doesn't have to do anything extra to turn me into a withering mess underneath him.
"Edward...fuck..." I wish that I could see his face, I want to see just how good it is for him because words cannot describe how amazing this is for me. "So good, sooo fucking good..."
I know when Edward gets close because the forcefulness of his movements increase, his breathing accelerates, and his head falls to my shoulder.
"Fuck Rosalie...are you close?"
I barely hear what he is saying to me because in all actuality I am already there. My back arches and my entire body tightens around him. He presses his mouth back onto mine, swallowing the moan that would have probably awaken both of my parents. Then he follows after me, quietly moaning and shuddering out my name during his release.
I bring him in for the last, sleepy kiss. We're both coming down off of that orgasmic high and this kiss intensifies the connection between us.
Being with Edward is easy...
I realize this as I fall asleep in his arms.
I just hope it stays that way...
JAMES POV
"Get the fuck up man!" I don't know which one of those assholes does it but someone takes it upon theirselves to throw a cup of water right onto my face. They'd better be glad that I decided to sleep in the livingroom last night because I probably would've been pissed if they'd soaked my bed up like that.
"I'm not going to school." I yell back, to whom ever decided to disrupt my sleep. "School is for pansies."
"School is for people who want to make something out of theirselves." Jacob says, matter of factly. The expression on his face is one of amusement but I can tell that he's serious behind what he says. "You're going to school today man."
"Yeah bro," Jasper bounds down the stairs with his messenger bag slung across his body, he's an average student and his family doesn't have the money to send him to an impressive college. I bet my nonchalance about school upsets him. I bet he envies me. "Bella's going to have our asses if we don't make you get to school today."
Jasper is oblivious to the fact that I envy him. I wish that my parents didn't have the money to send me to college. I fucked my way up through school so they're probably going to bribe my way into Ivy League, but I don't even want to go to college. I don't even want this life. I don't deserve it. I'm a failure but they just won't accept it.
I sit up with my hand to my head. My thoughts are starting to over-flow at a rapid pace. I wake up and they're like poision to my body. I need to keep them at bay to keep myself from succumbing into depression. I started smoking weed when I was twelve years old, I started drinking when I was fifteen, and when I turned sixteen I started doing coke. It really used to be a recreational thing but now I'm sad to say that I'm pretty much addicted to them. They are my unorthodox pain relievers.
"I need to take a shower." I rise, to make my way to the bathroom. We have three of them in the house but three is still not enough sometimes. "Just know that if I'm not out in ten minutes I probably drowned or something."
"Try to stay sober." Emmett snickers, as I pass him on the stairs. He doesn't know just how much I wish I could take his advice. He doesn't know just how incapable I am of actually staying sober. Depression is an illness. I've felt like killing myself several times, I've felt like ending it all...I can't control it when I'm sober but when I'm high none of the bullshit matters anymore. When I'm high I'm almost happy. "Or try to get high off of life."
I feel a sickeningly familiar smile stretching onto my face but it's terribly misplaced there. I don't want to smile but it's the only coping mechanism I know of besides being stoned. "Fuck you."
I close myself in the bathroom on the third floor. I am still in the clothes that I wore yesterday. My best friend is still in the back pocket of my Levi jeans.
I pull the baggie of cocaine out of my pocket. There's a rolled up bill already waiting for me within the plastic. I look at my addiction with blue eyes that often appear black and I hate it. I hate myself.
I pour myself three lines ontop of the clean white sink, it's filthy because of the things I use it for. I lean over the thin, toixc powder and close my eyes as I feel the euphoria rushing up my nose. My eyes remain closed and something delightful shudders throughout me. When I open my eyes, a reflection in the mirror startles me. It's like a mirage because I know it's a lie.
Instead of seeing the worthless kid, the one with the dark circles underneath his eyes and the sandy blond hair; I see a light-hearted kid ready to put a show on for everyone else. I'm going to go through my day like everything is perfectly fine within me and when my high wears off...
I'm going to have another visit with my very best friend...
I am the one who is a failure...
~~~~WDYWFM
Ten minutes later I am dressed. I am clean in one way but not in the other. Twenty minutes later I am not in the same place I was ten minutes ago.
"So...what did you guys do yesterday?" Bella asks Edward as she unloads her messenger bag into her locker. She tries to seem nonchalant but she isn't as quite good of an actor as I am.
"What do you think they did Isabella?" I chuckle at Edward and he shakes his head. "They screwed each other's brains out."
He thinks that I am fucking stupid. I know damn well that he was in my little cousin's bed last night. He was too busy fucking her into oblivion to even bring his ass home.
Fucking prick...
"We saw that indie concert and went out to eat like I said we were going to do."
"What ever." I say skeptically, my head is reeling but not in a bad way. I find it difficult to focus on one paticular thing for any given amount and that's exactly how I like it. "Why didn't you come home then?"
"It was late." Edward insists, though he isn't trying very hard to make his lies believable. I wasn't born yesterday. I know that he is lying when that stupid crooked smile plays across his face. "Her mom insisted that I stay the night."
Bella frowns at him and her lucious little lips curl into an immature pout. I ruffle her pretty brunette head. "Bella, don't believe a word that Edward is saying. He is a fucking liar and we all obviously know it."
"Yeah I know it." Bella is pissed off and we both know this because her face is red and her lips are jutted out even further. "Stop lying Edward or get better at it because quite frankly you suck."
"Says the person who can't tell a lie to save her life?" I counter wryly because the irony is just too damn funny to ignore.
"Hey!" Bella smacks my stomach with her notebook with a mock frown. She can't be mad though...she knows that she sucks ass at lying "You're supposed to be on my side James."
I shrug my shoulders. I am on my own side. I am on no side. I'm Switzerland.
"I hate school man." I don't know what compells me to say this but I just really have to get it off of my chest...I just need someone to know how much I loathe school. "I wish I could blow this dismal ass building to pieces."
I've been getting up at six-thirty in the morning for twelve years now and even when I graduate here I'm still going to have about six more years of school...it's never going to end.
"Dude, you can get suspended for saying some shit like that." Edward says shoving me lightly against my locker.
"Really?" My eyes brighten. Suspension sounds just about right to me.
"Don't give him any ideas." Bella says playfully. She gives me a warning look. "He'll probably go do something stupid to get hiself suspended on purpose."
"Oh, you know me all to well Isabella." I wrap my arm around her tiny waist and pull her to my side. Isabella smells like strawberries.
"Hey, hands off. That's my girl." I turn to see Jasper approaching us with a lazy smile on his face. He has his arm slung around Alice's dainty shoulders. Rosalie is behind them and Jake and Emmett are trailing beside her.
A small smile creeps onto Bella's face. She's going to get into her bitchy mode pretty soon. It always starts off as fun and then Jasper says or does something that pisses her right the fuck off. "Looks like you already have your girl with you."
Jasper kisses Alice's cheek and chuckles when Bella scowls. "You don't know how incredibly hot you are when you're jealous Bella."
"Actually I do know." Bella sticks out her tongue, but she stops fucking with Jasper just long enough to watch the warm embrace that Rosalie and Edward share. I don't know if any body else notices but Bella's whole body tenses when the two of them kiss.
I'd feel sorry for Bella if she wasn't such a selfish bitch. Everyone with eyes and a working brain knows that Edward Cullen has been in love with her since they came out of their mother's vaginas.
Everyone also knows that Bella has known this her whole life and has used it to her advantage. She already has Jasper eating out the palm of her and she is painfully blind of the fact that Alice is in love with him. Even if Bella did know that Alice liked Jasper it wouldn't matter because now since Edward has finally grown some balls and decided to stop trying to woo her she wants him back.
This is all just too much for me because I know some drama is bound to break out some where. Girls are cruel. They'll stab you in the mother fucking back with a dinner knife as soon as your back is turned towards them.
I just like to sit back and watch this shit unfold...
Slowly, but surely...
I could write a fucking story about this shit.
Eight people who love each other, there's a thin line between love and hate when you keep secrets that will hurt them. Eight different points of views...
Throw in a little sex, betrayal, and lies and you got yourself a story...