A/N-Thank you readers and reviewers. a few quick notes. I changed this chapter. Sorry to those who liked the original chapter better but it was pointed out to me that Rosalie's actions would have eliminated all possibility of having a relationship with Bella. So I rewrote the second half of the chapter. So I hope you all like this chapter as much as you liked the original. oh, and check out the polyvore on my profile for this story. peaceout, monkey

Text conversation intercepted from Bella to Leah Clearwater.

Can I spend the night tonight? shit hit the fan at home ~ B

Mi Casa es su casa! Do you still want to go to PA? - L

Not really...can we just stay on the rez, watch a movie, go to the first beach etc. and just talk -B

For you? of course. I'm always all ears for you Bellsy babes - L

In preparation for my overnight at Leah's house, I took a long hot shower to try to erase the pain of this afternoon away. Leah honestly wouldn't care if I showed up in my jammy's. We were best friends before she asked me out on a date.

Regardless of that fact. I wanted to look good for tonight.

It was my first date.

Not to mention, I wanted to rub it into Alice's face that I could look cute all by myself. With out any Pixie interference.

I stood in my closet, pacing back and forth, not sure which look to go for...blatantly sexy, laid-back and cool or a little bit preppy?

Three hard and fast knocks interrupted my musing followed by the whiny soprano voice also known as Alice not getting her way, "Bella! Let me help you get ready! It'll be quick and easy!"

"No Alice."

I could faintly hear her grumbling before she countered, "I could just break this door down you know? or I could even bust through the closet wall?"

"You do that and see how happy mom is with you, " I said rolling my eyes at her antics, "Plus, you solemnly swore not to repeat the freshman fiasco again." Her high pitched giggles rang out before she replied:

"Too True."

It was a short while later, after I had gotten dressed and applied all the necessary make-up that I realized the house was unusually quiet. Usually, there was always someone pestering me to do something or at least Emily running and screaming about like a mad-woman...but it was silent.

That would be why I jumped so high when someone came knocking at my door. Again.

"Bella," a soft melodic voice floated into my room, "please open the door." She knocked a few more times before speaking again, her soft warm voice caressing me and soothing my fears, "I would just like to speak to you for a moment."

Opening the door slowly, Rosalie released a small gasp. I looked down at myself, analyzing what could be so wrong with me now.

I had on skin-tight black low-rise skinny jeans, a black V-neck...maybe I was showing 'too' much skin? and I had on my pair of trusty purple vans. My hair was its own beast so I let it do its own thing. I thought I looked cute. For me. At least I thought I did. I mean I matched and everything.

But the way Rosalie was looking at me.

I wasn't sure anymore.

Her eyes traveled down to the floor and back up slowly. Judging me. I couldn't help but squirm a little under her powerful gaze. When I looked into her eyes again, they were no longer a warm amber color but a dark black with a slight golden rim around the edge. I could hear her take a deep breathe before saying, "Can I talk to you for a moment?"

I nodded and stepped out of the way so she could enter my room. She stared, almost as if hypnotized, at my bed for a moment before she shook her head lightly, and say down on very corner of said bed. Her creamy white hands folded themselves on her lap, she sat straight and tall.

Proud Rosalie Hale.

"Well..." I prodded.

She swallowed deeply, "Well, first off, I would like to apologize for being so rude to you. I act abhorrently and I do hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me at some point," She paused looking into my eyes for a moment before continuing, "and secondly, I would like to fix your car for you. The damage I inflicted was severe and I wish to repair it for you."

"You can't just fix custom made seats like that." I snapped my fingers, "even if you are a vampire with unlimited resources." I turned away from her to look in the mirror at myself one more time.

What was she staring at so intently in the doorway? My hair was a bit wild, and I wasn't in high-end designer clothes, just regular-end designer. The jeans were super low-rise, so that if a moved my arms from my side anyone around would get a glimpse at my tummy and back...but Leah really liked both those places on me...and my v-neck plunged down, I mean you could catch a glimpse of the tops of my tiny boobs, so it wasn't like I was giving a peep show...

And even if she didn't approve of what I'm wearing, I've seen her go with far less. So, in reality, she couldn't bitch and moan about what I chose to wear for my 'date' now.

But, I wouldn't really say it was a date. I wasn't even nervous at all. Leah has been my best friend since we moved to Forks. I liked her and she liked me. She knew all most everything about me (albeit not the vampire part). She would always make me laugh with her lame-ass jokes or crazy antics. And another reason it wasn't really a date: the plans had changed. We were now just going to hang at La Push, instead of going to Port Angeles like we had originally planned.

"Bella," Rose called to me. I looked at her, nodding for her to continue. "I don't want to offend you or hurt your feelings but -"

"-you already have Rosalie, and I am sure you will continue to at this rate." I interrupted, being a little snot that I had been occasionally known to be.

But being Rosalie, she continued on as if I had said nothing at all, her black eyes blazing as the roamed over me again, "-I don't think you should be friends with this Leah character. Actually, if I had my way you wouldn't go out with her at all. You would go on a date with m-"

I cut her off, incensed, my anger giving me the cajones to say what I am going to say: "Who do you think you are?" I roared at her, "To tell me who I can and cannot date. You don't even KNOW ME! You come home, destroy my car, make me feel like shit and pretty much cancel my first real date, and now we are just hanging out at La Push. Haha, you can't come onto La Push and pester me, so don't try. You Rosalie Hale are a Bitch." I leveled a glare at her. Her well-endowed chest was heaving with air we both knew she didn't need.

Drama Queen.

She stood absolutely still for a beat, mouth open in shock, her eyes now looking into my own before she stormed off to god knows where.

Whatever.

Pulling into Leah's driveway, I breathed out a sigh of relief. This was a sanctuary. When we first moved here, I would get into my car and go out on long drives by myself. One day, I had ended up at first beach, sitting on a washed up tree log, just gazing at the ocean, getting entranced by her siren call. Then someone plunked down next to me and teasingly said: "Your sitting on my log."

And that's how I met Leah.

She's been the best best friend I could have ever asked for. What was even better was that we were both gay. So when the taunts at school became to much to bear, I would come over to Leah's house, play video games with her little brother, cook with her mom or chill with Leah. This was my second home with my second family in it.

They had Sue had even given me a key to the house, so I knew I was golden.

I sat staring at their small one-story house. It was the complete opposite of my lovely but gaudy house in the middle of the forrest with all my vampire family inside of it. Here, I felt more normal. I felt like I was someone equal. I didn't get teased for when my heart would pound in my chest. I didn't get coddled. And I didn't get stared at while I ate like I was some two-headed cow at the county fair. Oh, and no one cleared out of the hush when I blushed too hard or when I was on my period.

Here I felt normal.

My passenger door slamming woke me from my musings, I looked over and found the bright smiling face of Leah.

Leah was actually exquisite. She would be the equivalent of Rosalie, on a beauty level, had Rosalie been human. Leah stood about 5' 11", just tall enough so I fit under her chin we we hugged each other but not too tall. She had beautiful golden brown skin. It wasn't as dark as some of the other Quilete's russet colored skin but it was flawless. I had never seen her with a pimple or a blemish. Her hair was dark and silky to the touch, it fell to about the middle of her back. It was stick straight. I envied her because we lived in Washington State, and the humidity made my hair poof out like a poodle while her would stay the same. Her eyes were a warm hazel eyes were now staring into my mud-brown ones.

"Hey Bellsy!" She said happily as she buckled her seatbelt, "What the hell happened to your car?"

Ah, yes, how was I to explain the state of my passenger side of the car? "Well, someone got a bit cranky with me and decided to play a prank...and this was the result." I deadpanned. Hopefully, she would believe it. She knew how my family was with pranks, especially Emily, she was the worst! Leah reassesed the damage and then just chuckled to herself.

"So first beach? I brought some food my mom made, so we can have ourselves a little picnic, if that's cool with you?" She said smiling brightly. I nodded, placing the keys in the ignition and starting the car up, its soft purr barely audible. I looked back over at Leah smiling at her before I put the car in reverse and headed out to First Beach.

The drive was quiet and on the way there I spotted a giant rusting red truck for sale in sitting in front of someone's house. A plan began to form in my mind.

"Who's house is that?" I asked.

Leah looked over her shoulder to see which house I was talking about, "Oh, that's the Black's house." She paused for a beat, grabbing my hand in her soft large one. "Why?"

"I am going to buy that truck."