A/N: So, I got this in:
"I'm not Frank but I have a request? I'm obsessed with the idea of Bella following Rose around school and serenading her. Rose acts annoyed but she loves the attention. Alice is pissed because Bella has a nice voice but refuses to sing with her. Bella just wants Rose to say yes to going to prom so she can stop singing sappy love songs. Human/Vampire?"
Wonderful prompt/request, and I would've filled it earlier, like days earlier, but between both my girl's parents getting into car accidents a few days ago and trying to make sure everyone's okay and figure things out and not having more than one car for five people anymore, I'm stressed out of my mind. So, that said, this might be a little off and when I get to the next Black Star chapter, it also might be a little off. I just want to wake up in a month, to be honest. Be patient with me if I owe you a PM.
A small smile twitched about Edward's lips as Rosalie actually shoved things into her locker in a hurry. She could've been gone already. The distinct sound of Bella's heartbeat became clearer as she rounded the corner and he watched the scowl come over Rosalie's face.
As Bella's voice called over the din of all the students, it was clear she'd already spotted the resident ice queen of Forks. "They warn me, you're a storm, but I've known since always. Always, I want to be at the center."
Rosalie slammed her locker shut and stomped away, pushing people too slow to move. But it was futile since a path opened up behind her and Bella could easily follow. Some just accepted this weird occurrence after more than a dozen times and didn't want to be in the middle of it, but some still just moved out of Bella's way so they could stare better and try to process that their eyes and ears actually worked.
Bella switched songs, waving at him as she did. "Fairy tales are tales but we're a love story our children will tell. Baby, it's you and me and watching the sun rise. Just say yes, say you love me too. Say I'm dreaming wide awake, say this love isn't a cautionary tale."
Edward shook his head, sharing a look with Jasper as he approached with Alice.
"Fuck off, Bella!"
Alice scowled. "They deserve each other."
Jasper chuckled.
Down a different hall, they could still hear their favorite human, on yet another song. "You're toxic, you're an addiction, you're water in my lungs. God help my soul, I don't wanna be saved, I don't wanna be sober, I don't care for air."
Whispers, as they often did during the last two weeks, filled the air in their wake. Whispers about Bella Swan trying to get Rosalie Hale to go to prom with her, about whether or not Rosalie Hale actually knew Bella Swan even existed. About whether or not they were already together.
Rosalie's voice cut through a line Bella sang harshly, "Don't you have a class to go to? Or somewhere to be that is far, far away from me?"
Still, Edward heard her silently hope Bella would follow her into AP Physics again.
"How was your day, dear?" Esme's question was overly innocent, the same as her smile, and it definitely elicited the desired effect.
A ragged sigh tore out of Rosalie. She threw her book down on the couch and glared across the living room at the motherly vampire. "Horrific. I am still being followed and harassed by a stubborn fool."
Nodding with false sympathy, Esme fought the urge to laugh. She ignored the way Emmett entered the room, snickering. "What a pity, dear. Have you figured out what this annoying, horrific person wants from you?"
Emmett stopped behind Rosalie and leaned over the back of the couch, dramatically clutching at his chest as he echoed one of Bella's song choices from the day. "Where can I go without you? How can I breathe without you? Tell me you're breathless too, tell me—" He grunted, shoved to the ground by the seething blonde.
"This is not funny!"
"What is it then?" Jasper called from upstairs.
Edward drifted to Esme's side. "Yes, do tell."
"A crime is what it is." Alice didn't notice or care that Rosalie nodded in agreement as she threw herself down on the opposite couch. "She just smiles or laughs instead of singing with me. We even know some of the same songs!"
"Oh, I had no idea your suffering was so much more tragic than mine. How could I be so self-centered," Rosalie snapped.
"As her best friend, I am suffering from a grand betrayal. This is against some near and dear codes of this level of friendship. And you don't even appreciate any of this!"
Esme sighed, leaving the room because conversations were pointless once Alice and Rosalie started up. Edward and Emmett, meanwhile, looked between the two with varying levels of amusement.
"Why would I appreciate harassment? Two and a half weeks of it, no less. She—"
"Will you stop stealing Edward's drama queen title?"
Edward touched a hand to his chest. "I beg your pardon?"
"I simply wish to live in peace!"
Alice leaned back, her voice returning to a normal volume. "At least you get your wish."
Rosalie kicked Emmett in the ribs when he laughed. "What do you mean?" The casual response of only a lazy shrug of her shoulder made Rosalie hiss.
Edward answered her question, mirroring Alice's shrug. "Apparently Bella will stop harassing you after tomorrow."
A few muscles twitched in Rosalie's face. She straightened and nodded slowly. "Good. I can finally begin to enjoy life again."
They all shared a look after Rosalie left the house.
The sound of Rosalie grinding her teeth might've been audible to a human if one was around. But she stood alone, in front of the door of the Swan home. Of course Alice had been right. Bella had continued following and serenading her for a full day, and then only once that Friday. Now instead of doing something reasonable, she was glaring holes in a door on a Sunday afternoon.
It seemed dangerously close to a confession.
A confession she didn't have. Because what Bella had been doing was, in fact, harassing her. Publicly. While it was something she could, if she was honest, appreciate, demanding to know why it had stopped would be taken as her missing it. And that wasn't exactly true.
No, she just liked the attention.
Which didn't necessarily mean she liked that Bella did it, or that it consisted of love songs, or that she was pleased Bella didn't repeat a song even once. It definitely didn't mean she wanted to go to prom with Bella.
Realistically speaking, all of this was a mistake that she had been sucked into. Bella should be traumatizing the school by singing stupid songs with Alice, if anything. Though, her voice was actually nice.
Rosalie growled at herself.
This game had gotten out of hand. It was fun. But it also required a certain distance to be played and she missed the way they'd started being physically closer. And it'd somehow changed so that Bella had the upper hand.
Upon opening her car door, she cursed herself and pretended not to notice Bella leaning in the doorway.
"Did you need something?"
"No," she said, settling into the seat. "Alice asked me to give you something but it seems I've forgotten it."
Annoyingly, persistently, Bella strolled over to Rosalie's side of the car and braced her forearms on the edge of the window with a cocked eyebrow. "Weird. You're not forgetful. You feeling okay?"
She tapped her fingers on the steering wheel as she resolutely stared ahead. "I'll feel better if you get your head out of my car and stop touching it in general."
"Right. Human stains." Yet she didn't move. "What'd you forget to bring?"
"I don't recall. It's something in a box." Did she just make it so she had to buy Bella a gift?
"Huh."
Rosalie's teeth ground together, finally looking at the human who seemed to detect no danger from leaning into a vampire's window. "And what does that mean?"
Bella shrugged.
One of Rosalie's eyes twitched.
"So, am I taking you to prom?"
"Absolutely not. You—"
"Why not?"
"I don't know if you're aware or remember—maybe not as you seem defective—but vampires have mates. True, eternal loves."
Bella hummed in agreement.
"I am not interested in silly flings."
"Right."
Rosalie felt the passing need to throttle her. "Apparently you haven't processed anything I just said."
"I did."
"Obviously not. You haven't even processed that I do not want you invading my space like this." She gestured to their proximity even as Bella shifted a little more of her body into the window. It wouldn't take much for them to be able to kiss at this point. The thought stirred something in Rosalie.
"I heard and understood."
"But?"
"But I know you."
Rosalie scoffed. "You've known me for six months. Edward can read minds and has been around me for decades. He can maybe say he knows me."
"I know you differently."
"Of course you do." Gold eyes rolled. "That must be why you've been harassing me."
Bella turned a hand over, palm up, and waited.
Though she cocked an eyebrow curiously, she hovered her hand over Bella's.
Unfazed, because she always was, Bella lifted her hand and pressed a gentle kiss to Rosalie's knuckles. "Courting you."
A smile wanted to destroy the casual annoyance on her face, but she remained in control. "Again, you forget I have a destined mate somewhere in this world."
"Again, I didn't forget."
She pulled her hand from Bella's. "Then what exactly is it with you and this fruitless endeavor?"
"Oh, just humoring the part of you that's a drama queen."
"Fruitless endeavor," Rosalie repeated, ignoring the warmth in her chest brought on by Bella's understanding of her. "You didn't quite answer me, you just offended me."
"Well it's not fruitless because you have a mate."
Rosalie's laugh dissolved into a smirk as she looked over Bella. "Are you saying you're my mate?"
The amusement in brown eyes mirrored Rosalie's. "Are you saying I'm not?"
Now, there was absolutely no way she could express that she wanted Bella to continue "harassing" her without being obvious. But she enjoyed this game too much and could only hope her mate did too. She shifted her car into reverse. "Get out of my car or I'll drag you down the street."
Bella raised an eyebrow but didn't otherwise react.
Gold eyes glared. "Are you deaf?"
She left Rosalie's space and stretched. Then she headed toward her house without a backward glance, singing softly, "And I don't why, but without you next to me I'm not sure I'm real. The sun and moon retreat at times. My love remains, this insanity consumes me. My love, are you real? Are you the sun or moon, or are you eternal stars?"
By Tuesday afternoon, Rosalie had figured that the game had entirely shifted, that Bella wouldn't continue her efforts unless prompted, or at all. She zoned out as Edward spoke about something she couldn't even remember at this point. As she looked at her siblings, she could tell only Jasper was paying him any attention, and barely even then. The din of the cafeteria pressed against her and she sighed, mindlessly fiddling with the cap of her water bottle.
A familiar heartbeat kicked up and Rosalie casually glanced across the large room and, after a few kids moved, caught sight of her mate staring her way.
The quiet words easily reached vampire ears. "It's rude to make me keep embarrassing myself like this."
She shifted her body toward Bella, tilting her head in silent question.
"Oh, great," Alice mumbled. "Here we go with another betrayal."
Bella's voice carried through the cafeteria somewhat loudly, and the longer she went on, the quieter the students were. "Our love's lived a thousand lives and, darling, I'd live a thousand just to find you—"
Jessica elbowed her hard enough to make her choke and cough. Her fierce whisper cut across Bella's indignation. "Christ, Bella! I can't keep hanging with you if you keep doing this shit. Rosalie Hale is not interested in you!"
"Yes she is!"
"Uh, I dunno, Bella," Mike whispered awkwardly, glancing at Rosalie himself. "She doesn't look happy."
Angela didn't say anything as she focused harder on her book.
"Get over it! Besides, don't you think she's a little out of your league? By, like, I don't know, a lot?"
"I'm so happy to know what you think of me, Jess," Bella snapped.
As the conversations at surrounding tables began to pick up again, Mike waved his hands at her and leaned around Jessica like that could keep her from talking. "It's not you, Bella. What Jess is saying is that Rosalie is, uh, you know. Like…"
"A goddess? Yes, I know. She's crazy about me."
"A bold, correct claim," Jasper mused, a smile pulling at his lips. He ignored the smack to his shoulder.
"No she isn't," Jessica hissed. "You're being weird. Sorry, but I'm your friend. Singing love songs—"
"Serenading," Angela suggested.
"—serenading someone is sweet and romantic, but not when they don't want it. That bitch is going to run you over with her car if you don't stop!"
"I'm not stopping until she agrees to go to prom with me, okay?"
Mike rubbed the back of his neck. "You're going to be doing that in your grave then. You know that, right? Sorry, dude."
"Even Mike can see it, Bella! Why can't you?"
Angela closed her book. "Because Rosalie likes it."
"What?"
"Are you crazy?"
Bella nodded along to Angela's statement.
Patiently, Angela looked between Mike and Jessica. "Everybody knows Rosalie Hale is both an ice and drama queen, right? Right. She's vain." She waited a moment as they nodded, wondering if they'd catch on. "Bella's building her presumably large ego and making her the center of attention and proudly embarrassing herself to publicly express her affections."
"Yeah, but, like, obviously she'd prefer someone who isn't named Bella to do that."
"Hey! What's wrong with me?"
"Have you really not seen the little smile she gets when Bella sucks in a deep breath to start up? I've only caught it a few times. Rosalie immediately scowls, but it still happens. And why hasn't she changed her route to her classes even once if she didn't like it?"
"Holy shit."
Jessica, meanwhile, whipped around to look at Rosalie—who pretended to be looking somewhere else—and then gaped at Angela. "No. No way. Not Bella."
"Yup." Bella grinned.
"If it's not the case, then don't you at least think ice queen Rosalie Hale who's made over a dozen boys cry would've sent Bella running in the opposite direction?"
Rosalie called out Bella's name from her seat, making the girl's whole table look at her and maybe a fourth of the cafeteria do the same.
"Are you going to threaten to slash my tires again if I don't stop harassing you?"
She smiled at the amusement in brown eyes, even at this distance. Her mate sure knew how to draw and hold attention for someone who didn't like it much. Rosalie shook her head. "I don't want to go to prom with you."
"Yes, have this conversation by yelling across a large, packed room. What an intimate way to begin your relationship with your mate," Edward muttered.
Jessica smacked Bella's arm. "I fucking told you!"
Before the girl could continue, Rosalie blew a kiss and she could hear several heartbeats pounding wildly at the action. "I know a great restaurant and I expect you at seven sharp on Friday."
A large smile lit up Bella's face. It prompted a smaller one from Rosalie, and, even if it was for only a moment, she forgot about all the people in the room.
A/N: Gaaaaay. Anyway, see you guys later.
Oh, Frank, if you see this, TeganCappa dubbed you "The Plot Whisperer."