I hate when people write flame(ish) reviews and don't have an actual account. I can't reply in private. So I've decided to do it on here, in an author's note, maybe she'll notice.
Isabel says,
"the idea was good but just the idea. Sorry. I think everything happened too
fast and you were just trying to get this over with. that's not good when you
writing a story."
It's nice to hear the idea was good. You think everythings happening too fast. Hmm...Well, in my opinion, I think I'm a pretty damn good writer, so that should make up for it. On the contrary, I don't want this tory to end, I just SUCK at stretching out story lines into thirty-somethin' chapters. I want the plot to move fast. Because Stephenie Meyer has practically three hundred pages of useless shit before she finally states the fucking plot. Ahem, sorry. That's why it's moving fast. Why? Did you want every aspect of their conversation and lives written down? Hmm, okay!
Bella walked into her kitchen to grab a glass of water because she was very thirsty. She hadn't had anything to drink all day. She decided on water because it was the most relieving. -Insert big word here(Meyer does that, often. Throwing around big words when a small one would suffice, or, work.)-. The glass sparkled in the florescent lighting. Bella had just changed the bulbs. She had also scrubbed the glass squeaky clean. The water dripped clear into her glass. She lifted the cup to her lips and let the water pour down her throat and proceeded to swollow it.
She put the cup in the sink and picked up the dish soap. She poured the red soap onto her sponge and then wet it. Once it was sudsy she rubbed the glass in circles and then turned on the faucet to rinse it off. She dried the glass after retrieving her dish rag and then put it back in the cupboard.
She walked down the hall, moving her feet to shuffle to the door. Left, right, left, right, left, right. A fist rapped on the wood of her door and she opened it to find a tall blonde with pale skin in the threshold. She smiled and lifted her hand and motioned it behind her, to show that Rosalie should come in. Rosalie got the hint and blah blah blah.
Was that what you wanted? Tough luck. Go read some other piece of over descriptive shit, will ya?
...Sorry, I tend to get annoyed when people write stupid flames. But, actually, I love flames. Because then I can rant. Anyway, on with the story. I'm going to reread the review and rant and giggle some.
Rosalie stared down at Bella in shock. She loved her? No! This wasn't supposed to happen! Rosalie was supposed to nothing her! This wasn't right! She so badly wanted to rip her hand out of Bella's, but immediately her mind flashed to a specific moment in school.
Bella and one of her human friends were chatting quickly. Mike finished a joke and Bella threw her head back and laughed. While doing so, Mike's eyes immediately drew to her chest. Rosalie couldn't blame him, he was human and a man. And Bella gave him a perfect opening. However, Rosalie wanted to break his neck. How dare he!
"Did Bella suddenly grow eyes on her tits?" Rosalie had snapped at him.
Bella stopped chuckling and looked up at Rosalie, startled, and then at Mike. The boy blushed and apologized to Bella. She had been so angry and protective of her brother's girlfriend.
Or when it had been particularly icy out and Bella almost slid across the sidewalk. Edward had wrapped his arms around her waist and caught her. Rosalie watched with jealous eyes, wishing she had done that.
Or when Bella was chewing on her pencil while trying to think of the right answer to her math homework. Normally Rosalie would scrunch her face up in disgust, but this time, Rosalie couldn't help but think how cute Bella looked with the line of concentration in her forehead.
Rosalie looked down at Bella, who had just declared love for her. Was that what all of those feelings were? Did she love a human? A human girl, no less. No, Bella! She lovedBella! As much as she would like to disagree with Bella. As much as she would like to say, 'Well I don't love you!', she couldn't. Because, dammit, she did! So much for nothingying her.
"I...I love you too, I guess." Rosalie muttered.
Bella smiled widely and gripped her hand tighter. She had the urge to kiss her, but she knew now would definitely not be the right time. Thankfully, she didn't have to fight the urge, because Rosalie bent down and pecked her lips swiftly.
"Ew!" Alice exclaimed. "T-That's not right! That's not natural."
Edward growled. "You stole my mate."
Rosalie rolled her eyes. "Get it through your thick head, dumbass, she isn't your mate. She's mine." She smirked smugly and wrapped an arm around Bella just to piss him off.
Carlisle glared at the two women. "There's no need to prank Edward with something so cruel and disgusting, you two. I honestly thought better of you, Bella." But not Rosalie, it was unspoken, but heard loud and clear.
Esme nodded vigorously in agreement. "How could you be so mean to Edward? Pretending to be mates. Two women can't be mates. It goes against nature."
"Plus it's gross." Alice added in.
Jasper looked at the two women and shook his head. "They aren't joking, guys. They really love each other. I'm so ignorant for not noticing earlier."
Alice chuckled. "Don't be ridiculous. You can't romantically love someone of the same sex."
Carlisle nodded. "It's a sin."
"I don't give a flying fuck about sinning." Rosalie shouted.
Bella smiled and nodded. "Being...a lesbian, isn't a sin." she smiled wistfully. "It's love."
"It's nasty." Edward declared and Alice nodded with him.
Rosalie looked at her family, an overwhelming wave of sadness washed over her. Her own family wouldn't accept her, them. They thought it was unnatural, not possible, a sin. She wanted to cry. Bella knew that. That's why she wrapped her arm around the blonde's waist, and held her close.
"Knock it off." Esme said, exasperated. "This wasn't funny to begin with. Bella is Edward's mate."
"I don't love Edward!" Bella snapped. "And I'm starting not to love any of you, either."
"Bella," Alice sighed.
"Come on, Rose." Bella mumbled and tugged gently on Rosalie's hand. Rosalie looked at her girlfriend. She may not have her family backing her up, but she had Bella. Wow, how cheesy. But it was true, and for that, Rosalie smiled. She held Bella's hand and the two ran to her car, ignoring her family.
They got into Rosalie's BMW, because, really, Bella's car was pathetic. Rosalie revved the engine and shot down the street. At the rate that Rosalie was driving, they were in Bella's driveway in mere minutes. Bella opened her door and met Rosalie in front of the car. She hesitantly took her hand and they walked into her house.
Bella guided her towards the living room and the two sat on the couch. Bella chose a random channel and they watched the boring after-school special.
Bella was hardly paying attention. She kept sneaking glances towards the blonde until finally, in a shy voice, she asked, "Can I kiss you?"
Rosalie smirked at the request and almost thanked her. The show could barely hold her attention. She pulled Bella's face towards her. This kiss was different. There was no surprise and lust in it. Just love. Their lips moved slowly, patiently. Bella curled her fingers in Rosalie's blonde hair and put a little more pressure on her lips.
Occasionally stopping to get air was the only thing that interrupted them. Bella's back was flat to the couch as Rosalie hovered over her and kissed every inch of skin on her face and neck. Bella smiled when Rosalie pulled back from her neck (a favorite spot of hers).
"I love you." she stated once more and kissed the blonde.
"I love you." Rosalie retorted. She was still shocked to find that what she had just said was true. She returned to tugging at her bottom lip with her teeth. Bella hesitantly opened her mouth and Rosalie immediately searched the inside of her mouth and then entangled her tongue with hers.
Bella had no clue what she was doing, and she had a feeling whatever she was doing was wrong, because Rosalie let out a little sigh.
Bella pulled back and looked up at her, pouting. "Wh—What am I doing wrong?"
"You're thinking too much about it."
"I've only had a couple of boyfriends before." Bella said. "Once of which was Edward and two other boys that only cared about taking off my bra to brag to their friends that they got to second base. I-I don't really know...you know...h-how to...I don't really know how to, uh, well, k-kiss. Edward was new to it also, and as much as I tried to learn off him, it didn't feel right."
"Don't think." Rosalie repeated. "Just do." she sighed. "As sappy as it sounds, I don't really care if you can't kiss worth a damn or not, because...I love you. And not love as in that stupid infatuation Edward had with you. Or the stupid eye-gazing love Esme and Carlisle have. I love you, as in, I just do. Everything that I find annoying that you do, I still can't help but think is cute. I want to know what happened in every single second of your life. I don't want this to be some blinding honey-moon relationship where there are no fights, but I want to give us a ch—"
Bella shut her up by pressing her lips firmly to hers. "I understand. I don't know how, but I know what you're trying to say. Now shut up and kiss me."
Rosalie smirked. "My kinda girl."
Bella leaned forward and recaptured her lips.
It was one of those kisses which the don't show in movies. It has a subtle type of passion. There was no tongues sliding against cheeks or practically chewing off each others lips. Their lips moved slowly. There was no hurry. Bella would bring her hand up to brush a lock of hair out of Rosalie's eyes and Rosalie would back off so Bella could breath.
One last kiss and Bella pulled away. Rosalie smiled and got off of Bella and the two resumed to watch TV, as if nothing happened. Rosalie curled into Bella's side as they watched some stupid Disney sitcom that wasn't all at funny. Rosalie wanted to gag at the oh-so sweet romance her and Bella had going on, but at the same time, she loved it.
Rosalie's head tilted to the side as she heard tires crunch on gravel.
"It's my Dad."
"Should we tell him?" Rosalie asked.
Bella thought for a moment. "I think he should know."
Charlie walked into the living room and called Bella's name. He stopped when he noticed the girls on the couch and gave them a smile.
"Dad...we need to talk." Bella said.
Charlie's smile slid off his face and a million horrifying thoughts ran through his head. One stuck out and off he blurted, "Oh, God. You're pregnant."
Bella's eyes widened. "No, no! It's about me...and Rosalie."
He gave them a curious look and sat on the recliner that was next to the couch. His mind pointed out their position on the couch. The two sat side by side, their thighs touching. Bella's shoulder brushed Rosalie's, and the blonde's fingers twitched and occasionally interlocked with Bella's. He kept that in mind and patiently listened to their story.
He sat in quiet shock and Rosalie almost expected him to exclaim how it was a sin.
Instead he nodded slowly and smiled wearily. "T-That's great news, Bells. I'm happy you, uh...found out whose team you played for. Just uh...keep the door open if you're two are in Bella's bedroom together."
They both sighed in relief and nodded. Rosalie bid Charlie goodbye and Bella guided her upstairs so Charlie could watch baseball.
They laid on her bed, not saying anything, but once in a while they would hold hands or brush skin.
Bella and Rosalie's eyes locked on her window when there was a rap. Rosalie pulled up from the bed and opened the window, raising her eyebrow at Emmett as he nearly broke the branch he was crouching on.
"Emmett's here." Rosalie said. Her head swung around to meet Bella. "Shall we let him in?"
Emmett smile apologetically. "I need to talk to you guys. About what happened back at our house."
"Shall we?" Rosalie repeated. "It's up to you, Bella."
Bella stood up and pushed the window open a little wider. "Come on in."
Emmett grinned and practically fell through the window. He landed with a soft thud and waved shyly at them. He was on his feet in a flash. "About what happened at the house, I'm really sorry."
"How are they?" Bella asked.
"Still trying to work out the mind boggling possibility that two people of the same sex could love each other."
Rosalie scoffed. "Course they are."
"I support you." Emmett stated, not one to beat around the bush. "It kind of bruises my ego to know a woman I had been with for decades dumped me and found out she was a lesbian, but I support you nonetheless."
Bella smiled. "Thank you."
Emmett swept Bella up into a hug and spun her around before doing the same with Rosalie.
Bella giggled and swiftly kissed Rosalie on the cheek, causing Emmett to hoot softly. "I love you."
Rosalie pressed her lips with hers once more, her response answer enough.
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