A/N: Hey look! First chapter with Rosalie's POV! This is kind of a filler chapter, and I thought we needed at least one chapter with Rosalie's view of everything. Enjooyy
Guarded
Chapter 6
Why did I ever let them talk me into this? Rosalie thought to herself, while pretending to examine a beige beret hat. Carlisle had thought that they go out for some "sisterly bonding" and Esme had suggested they go on a shopping spree together, thinking that would be something both the girls would enjoy. Rosalie didn't want to disappoint her immortal parents, and Alice had seemed so excited to finally spend some time with her sister after a full month of hanging around her brothers. So she went along with the idea, hiding her reluctance.
They were now in Dotte & Faverolle, a newly opened—and expensive—clothing store located in downtown Chicago. It was a big store, filled with all the latest fashions of the fifties; dresses, shoes, pants, jewelry, stockings—for almost any occasion, be it for a formal dinner or everyday wear. Alice was currently going through any item the store's stock had to offer; determined to fill out every inch of closet space she had.
If her closet can even fit all those clothes… Rosalie thought dully.
"Here, Rosie!" Alice said, throwing a deep, dark red evening gown at her. "Try this on! I need to see if…" She trailed off, her attention going to a pair of shoes.
"If what, Alice?" Rosalie said, the words coming out edgier than intended.
Alice glanced back at her. "Oh, nothing. Just go try it on!" She smiled, and pushing Rosalie in the nearest open changing room before she could respond.
Ugh. Rosalie thought, quickly slipping into the dress. Psychics.
Rosalie looked at herself in nearby mirror. Gorgeous, She thought. Of course, no matter what she wore she always looked beautiful. She knew this all too well.
Then she caught herself. What am I doing? She sighed. It was because of her beauty that she was this way. It was because of her beauty that she could never have a baby of her own. It was because of her beauty that she shied away from most men, and was afraid to love again.
Disgusted with herself, she quickly changed back into her own clothes, and got out of the dressing room to find Alice waiting for her.
"Well?" She asked. "Did it fit alright?"
Rosalie nodded. "Perfect. Just fine."
Alice squealed in delight. "Fantastic! Oh, Rosalie, I'm sure you looked just beautiful in it!"
"Thanks." Rosalie replied, looking at her feet. "Alice, can we—can we just go home now? I'm just… All shopped out." She forced a small smile.
"Sure, Rosie. I'm sure they'll be expecting us soon, anyway."
They walked out of the store with five, huge, stuffed bags—The majority of it all Alice's. They got into their car, and drove off towards the house, neither one speaking a word.
"You should talk to him," Alice said, abruptly breaking the silence.
Rosalie raised her eyebrow in confusion.
"Jasper, silly." Alice said, giving a small bell like laugh.
Rosalie sank back into her seat. "And why do you say this?" She spat. Jasper was the last thing she wanted to talk about. Every time she was around him, she was always repulsed at herself. She was very attracted to him when they first met. But, then she reminded herself that he probably had feelings for Alice, and instantly felt disgusted with herself for thinking such thoughts. I
And of course there was Edward. Fucking telepathic prick knew just about everything.
And it probably didn't help matters much that he looked like some adorable lost puppy she wanted to kiss and hug whenever she saw him.
"Because," Alice replied to her calmly. "He really wants to get to know his sister."
"Sounds like there's more to it than that." She huffed, crossing her arms.
Alice nodded. "There is. Of course, you know by now that he can feel all your emotions. And… Rose, he knows you're hurting inside. And he really wants to help you get through it and be happy again."
"W-what?" Rosalie stammered. "Wha—why? He… he doesn't have a reason to care…"
"Does he need one? I swear, Rose, it's driving him mad—you acting as though he doesn't exist. It's hurting him too, not knowing why you act that way."
Rosalie sank further down, this time bringing her knees to her chest; not caring if she got the leather seats of her new car dirty.
They were quiet for the next few minutes. If she was human, Rosalie would have been crying. She didn't want Jasper to think she hated him. She didn't want him to be hurting over her. Her hostility towards him was just her way of getting rid of her true feelings for him.
Maybe…? No. She stopped that thought. He couldn't. He had Alice, didn't he? And she wasn't sure if she was ready for a relationship yet… Almost 20 years later and the memories still won't go away…
"Alice?" Rosalie croaked out. Her voice was shaky.
"Yes, Rose?" Alice responded carefully, sensing Rosalie's discomfort.
"Can you… Can you tell him that I really don't hate him?" She asked quietly, as they pulled up to the house.
Alice smiled as she stopped the car. "I'll try, Rose, but I think he'll listen more if it's coming from you."
Rosalie nodded. "Oh..kay. I… I'll… I need to go… Just—just leave my stuff in the—the sitting room. And I'll—I'll get it later."
Alice didn't say a word as Rosalie bolted inside of the house; ignoring the hello's from her family, running upstairs to her room.
She locked her door and threw herself onto her un-slept-in bed; dryly sobbing into the plush duvet covers as images of honey blonde hair, and sad, sympathetic puppy eyes flashed through her mind.
A/N: Sooo. Unlike the rest of the house, Rosalie does not know that Alice and Jasper AREN'T together. I wasn't totally sure if I made that clear enough up there, so I decided to explain here. As for the store name-It's fictional. I made it up using names of chicken breeds. Faverolle and Wyandotte chickens to be exact. I've got one of each living in my backyard right now. ^^ Alrighty. I'm done talking here.
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