disclaimer: stephenie meyer owns twilight and its characters, not me. i'm just borrowing them for some fun.
So sorry for the amount of time it took to post this! I moved into my first house just after the last update and then the interwebs went all wonky. Then I was surprised with a puppy as an early Christmas present and, well, life stuff.
The next couple of weeks passed smoothly, for Izzy at least. She was getting to know Alice, Rosalie, and Emmett fairly well and spending a lot of time with her best friend. She and Angela would take long walks through the forest, either in comfortable silence or just talking quietly. They would oftentimes bring back a sick or injured animal to Angela's garage and the bronze-skinned girl would translate the animal's story and illness/injury for her friend. Emmett was one of the easiest people to get along with that the brunette newcomer had ever met and she could clearly see what drew her best friend to the giant man.
Izzy and Alice had been texting each other regularly since their shopping trip the previous Saturday and in Art they would play a game similar to twenty questions to get to know one another. More often than not, the parking lot would be empty by the time they made it there after class because they walked as slow as possible to prolong their time together. Alice had not outright said anything about it, but Isabella could infer from vague comments and definitely see with her own eyes that the tiny goth and her husband were on thin ice recently.
The tall brunette and Rosalie had ramped up their flirting in French to an entirely new level. They had met for coffee twice in the last week, though Izzy was the only one to consume anything, and the chemistry was almost suffocating but it was glaringly obvious, to the blonde at least, that the Swan girl was holding things back. Rosalie Lillian Hale practically invented keeping oneself at a distance though, so she allowed the brunette her space when she needed it and decided to take things at Izzy's pace.
So everything was going well for Isabella Swan until she ran out of coffee in her downstairs basement hellhole. She tried to sneak upstairs while she thought Charlie would be asleep just to get a few scoops for the upcoming morning. What she was not expecting was Charlie to be standing between a woman's legs while she sat on the kitchen counter next to three empty beer cans and a half full wineglass. They probably would not have noticed her if that damned last step up the stairs wasn't so squeaky. Regardless, she took her 'punishment' of two backhanded fists to the left side of her face stoically and retreated to the basement with the entire can of coffee once Charlie and his lady left the room.
Rosalie was sitting on a thick log halfway up a tree behind the Cullen house reading a couple of hours before school on Friday morning. Her phone buzzed with a message alert and she smiled as she swiped the screen and saw the sender's name.
Swan: Good morning, beautiful. Would you happen to know the name of a doctor around here?
Rose: Other than my father? There is a Dr. Beale at Forks Hospital, she's wonderful. Are you alright?
Swan: Thank you. Meet me at school early and I'll show you?
That is how Rosalie ended up sitting inside her Camaro, an hour before classes were to start, waiting for her friend and her mystery injury to show up. She gracefully stepped out of her vehicle when she heard the low rumble of Izzy's Mustang, leaning against the hood of her car in her black high heeled ankle boots and adjusted the dark red off the shoulder sweater she was wearing.
Once inside Isabella's car, the blonde vampire turned fully in her seat to get good look at her friend. "Sweet shades, Iz. Now let me see your face." She said.
"It's a pleasure to see you too, ma cherie. Tell me, does this note look passable to you?" the brunette replied, not yet removing her dark tinted aviators.
Rosalie scanned over the, alarmingly well plagiarized, doctor's note. "Very well done. Did you actually have your eyes dilated this morning or is there something you would like to share with me?"
After a short inhale, Izzy removed the sunglasses over her eyes with a grand flourish and said, "Viola!"
As a vampire, Rosalie no longer needed to breathe; still, she gasped at what she saw. The Swan girl's left eye was a mess. A deep split at the end of her eyebrow was open and red, already bruising, and from her brief stint as a nurse in the 60's, Rosalie knew it must have bled for hours. As a vampire, Rosalie also did not feel pain without a considerable amount of effort and force, yet she felt a sharp stab in the area where her heart used to beat at the nonchalant way that her friend was going about this. Obviously Izzy had been hit, at least once and in the face, but the girl was acting as if this sort of thing happened regularly. Rosalie realized, from the brunette's behavior, that it most likely did.
The blonde slowly reached out with her right hand, very gently laid her cold fingers on the side of her friend's face, and stroked the gash above Izzy's eyebrow with her thumb knowing the coldness of her skin would soothe the pain. "Sweetheart, who did this?"
The brunette had closed her eyes when Rose touched her face. They had spoken about this, that Izzy was not fond of touching, but that it was okay for the vampire to try as long as she went slowly until she was more comfortable. The human was not uncomfortable though, in fact Rosalie's hand on her bruised face felt amazing. "Charlie." She whispered into the blonde's palm.
"Your father?" Rosalie hissed.
"Charlie." The Swan girl said. Just Charlie, and Rosalie acquiesced.
"I got my eyes dilated this morning, okay?"
"Okay."
The fake doctor's note worked… on everyone but Angela and Alice. Angela was not surprised, she knew and she had always known how Chief Swan reacted when drunk, angry, or embarrassed. Alice was livid that she did not 'see' it coming so she could have warned her friend. She apologized profusely, though it had nothing to do with her, until Izzy had to ask her to stop.
"Why do you put up with it?" Alice asked her after she had finally given her the truth of what happened to her face.
"He is a miserable man. He will not change. Were I to retaliate I could accidentally do more damage than he has ever done to me. I take it because I need a place to stay until I graduate and he needs something to let his anger out on." The taller girl replied.
On the way out to the parking lot once the final bell rang, Alice asked Isabella if they were still on for shopping with Rosalie the next day, which would be Saturday. Izzy readily agreed, hoping she would have a reason to buy new clothes after that night.
"What time? Don't make it too early, I wont be home until very late tonight." She told Alice.
"Noon or one? Why? What are you doing tonight?"
"Applying for a job." Was all the human could get out of her mouth before Jasper engulfed tiny Alice in a smothering hug and kiss, affection that had not been shown in a weeks unless the newcomer was in the vicinity.
The human met Rosalie and Alice outside of a boutique in Port Angeles the next day just before one in the afternoon. Shops like this were not her forte, so she decided she would just watch the girls try on clothes at this place. Her plan was working well until the tiny goth caught her loitering in the back of the store, near the sunglasses, looking bored out of her mind.
Alice practically flew into the other girl's side, lodging herself under Izzy's arm, with her own arm around the taller girl's middle. "Iz, come try on a skirt for me. I bet you have amazing legs." She purred.
Izzy Swan liked Alice Cullen all of the time because how could one not? This Alice, though; the confident, outspoken, flirty, and fun Alice that Izzy rarely, if ever, saw at school… Izzy absolutely adored this Alice. The problem was, Izzy found this Alice impossibly sexy and, unfortunately, this Alice was married just like school Alice was.
"Flirt and touch all you want, fèe, but there is no way I'm trying on a skirt." The brunette said while placing a light kiss to Alice's forehead.
"Come now, Swan, surely your legs are just as sexy as the rest of you?" Rosalie winked as she finally joined them.
Izzy looked indignant. "Of course they are! I guess I have something I need to show you two. Follow me, please." She gestured to an empty fitting room.
Once inside, the human took a hand from each of the girls and firmly placed them over her crotch. Her crotch that had a bulge the vampires were previously unaware of.
"Is that...?" Alice trailed off; eyes never leaving Izzy's gunmetal grey ones.
The brunette nodded. Shifting her eyes over to Rosalie's, whose formerly recently fed bright golden irises were rapidly fading into inky black. Apparently, whatever the blonde vampire had to say, she was trying to say with her eyes because she was staring so intently into Isabella's that it was almost unnerving. Izzy was no longer holding her friend's hands to her lap but they had yet to remove their hands on their own. She noticed both vampires' nostrils flaring as they sucked in lungful's of air they didn't need and both of their eyes had gone dark with small slivers of gold in the middle.
The situation really should have been incredibly awkward for the human girl but all she could think about at the moment was how big of a mistake she had just made. The past week she had been doing her damnedest to keep her feelings for these two incredibly beautiful women to herself and it became rather difficult to ignore those feelings with both their hands on her dick. Rosalie was inching closer to her and, while Izzy usually had superior control over her body, there was absolutely nothing she could do when the bulge in her pants grew harder and more pronounced. Alice growled low in her throat, which was surprising enough, but then both vampires latched onto her neck. Thankfully not with their sharp fangs but with their lips and tongues, which, honestly, might be just as deadly.
Alice was the first to pull back and out of her trance for what should be obvious reasons. "Ooooh fuck." She breathed, not in a good way, but in a regretful and embarrassed way.
Izzy coughed into her fist. "So, uh, yeah. No skirts for me. Lets hit a men's shop next, yeah?"
The three of them tumbled out of the fitting room in a heap of awkward limbs and hard bodies all around. Izzy caught the wink Rosalie sent her way on their way out of the store but wasn't quite sure what to make of it and let it go.
Later that night, Izzy was working at a job she had not told anyone about. She would be wearing clothing she would not normally wear and speaking to people she would not normally converse with. She would be expressing a part of herself that she had kept dormant for too long. She would not make it home until after 4am but she would not be able to remember having more fun at any point in her life and would be excited for the next weekend.
Alice would be arguing with Jasper, yet again, about the amount of time she spends with Rosalie and Isabella. Alice would realize that Jasper was no longer the man she fell in love with and certainly not the husband she once wanted to spend the rest of her immortal life with. Some of the comments he would make to the pixie would shine light on his true beliefs of how a woman should be treated by her husband and how a wife was expected to behave in public and in private.
Rosalie would be in the secret cave planning. She would not have been able to stop thinking of her tall brunette friend's revelation that day in the boutique and would be trying to figure out a way to show the girl how she felt about her. That would not be all she planned that night, though. Not only were her feelings for the Swan girl growing stronger by the day, but her feelings for Alice were growing deeper, as well, and now that Alice might be finally seeing what a true douchebag her husband was, it might be time to let the little goth know she had options. If Alice was scared of being alone if she left Jasper, Rosalie wanted her to know she would never let that happen and the blonde had a feeling their friend Izzy felt the same way.
Edward Cullen, who had not bothered Isabella for a while, would be sitting at his piano, staring at the black and white keys, thinking. Thinking about why Rosalie and Isabella, his destined soul mates, seemed repulsed by him but downright chummy with each other. Thinking about why Alice, his little freak, his favorite sister, seemed incapable of being a proper wife to Jasper. Then Edward had an idea and he started thinking about how he could change his circumstances.