My Mother Knew
Disclaimer: All credit of Twilight goes to Stephanie Meyer. However, I did create Bridget and Trey.
Chapter 9: Rosalie
I paced back and forth in my room trying to process the information that my brain had received in the past hour. Vampires? Is that even possible? I mean, seriously? Next they are going to tell me that werewolves exist! Puh-lease! But, I guess I have to believe them... maybe... I don't know.... I'm so confused right now. Everything seems to be happening much too fast. I feel as if I have been thrust in to some fiction book.
Meanwhile, Rosalie was going through my closet trying to find something suitable for me to wear on my "date" with Trey. "Well, I don't really know if I want him to like me, so maybe I should wear a turtle-neck..."
Rosalie peeked her head out of the closet. "Sweetie, turtle-necks just make the man want what's under the clothing."
"So, are you telling me I should dress like a slut?" I asked.
"No," she said. "That would most definitely put the wrong idea into his head. Here." She threw some article of clothing at me. I barely caught it. "Try this on with this." She tossed something else at me. It was my denim mini skirt with an orange top that had a v-neck cut. "Hurry up!" So, I put it on... and I looked pretty good if I do say so myself. "Shoes? Shoes? Shoes?" Rosalie tapped her chin looking at my assortment of shoes. "These!" She picked up a pair of high-heel flip-flops and tossed them out of my closet. "Okay, that's about it!" she said as I slipped the flip-flops on.
We moved into my bathroom. Next to my sink was a lower countertop with a stool under it—the perfect vanity. I sat down on the stool and opened my drawer of make-up and then my drawer of hair stuff. Rosalie sighed and looked at her choices. "Okay, smoky, natural looking eye! Glossy-pink lips. And hair? We're just gonna add a subtle wave to it." She grabbed my curling iron and plugged it in, and then went into action. By the time she finished with my make-up the curling iron was heated and she curled my hair. It looked amazing. "You know?" she asked, "Straightening your hair is like the in thing to do right now, but honestly? Wave is much more sexier. Don't ya think?"
"Completely agree!" Which I did! I had been thinking this for the past few years of watching girls straighten their hair.
We finished with my outfit, clothing, hair, and make-up with still a half hour until Trey was supposed to be at my bedroom door to pick me up. I sat on my bed and she sat in the purple love seat in the corner. "Rosalie?" I questioned. "Carlisle mentioned today that each and every one of you has a unique story... If you don't mind me asking, what's yours?"
"Ya caught that, didn't ya?"
"Yeah, I did."
"Well," she began. As she laid out her life story in front of me, I felt as if I was going to burst into tears at any possible moment. I wanted to give her a hug, comfort her, and tell her that everything is okay. But I didn't. I just sat there like a good lil' listener, hearing the most heartbreaking story I had ever heard in my life. I had no idea that she went through so much. The past month that I have been with the Cullens, she has just ignored me. And I actually have called her a bitch many times in my thoughts, but now that I knew how much she had gone through, I was more sympathetic towards her, and maybe, just maybe, we would be friends. I was just hoping and praying she wouldn't go back to ignoring me after today's bonding session.
"I had no idea," I stuttered out. It was still hard for me to grasp the idea that she was born in 1915, but I still felt much more sympathetic towards Rosalie. "Omigod, I'm sorry!"
She smiled and shook her head humbly. "I'm with Emmett now, and he makes me unbelievably happy. I've never felt that way with anyone before. I love him, and somehow, him being in my life makes my..." (She rolled her eyes) "...My existence worth... existing,"
"Rosalie, I—" There was a light knock on my bedroom door. Rosalie got up and opened it.
"Oh, hi Trey." Her voice was flat. Ice ice baby, Rosalie.
I walked to the door, and gave Rosalie a hug. "Thank you! And not just for helping me get ready." I smiled and looked at Trey. "Ready?" I asked.
His eyes scanned me up and down. He smiled, and said, "Yeah, let's go."
When we got outside, I realized that he had moved his car closer to the house.
I didn't exactly know the model. I'm not good with cars. But what I did know was that it was a dark gray (der der der), and some type of Mercedes. "That's your car?" I asked, dumbfounded.
"Yeah, uh, well, I haven't seen my father in sixty-three years, but he does somehow give me money... and a lot of it." He laughed as if the situation was just knee-slapping hilarious.
He opened my door for me. What a gentleman! Originally, I thought I had a few seconds to myself while sitting in the car and waiting for him to go to his side of the car, but no. Ohhh, no. I was wrong. And as he quickly dashed to his side I thought, Damn vampire speed!
"The movies?" he asked.
"The movies," I replied as he stuck the key into the ignition and started the car. After we pulled out of the Cullens long drive way I said, "I still don't understand, though, Trey. Why did you feel the need to come and meet me?" He bit his lip like I often did, and shook his head while making a left turn out onto the main road. "I mean, that must have been one hell of a vision." He chuckled at what I had said. "Seriously Trey. I have had the weirdest day in history. I discover that vampires exist, and then this..." I paused, thinking Should I really use the adjective that I want to use? I decided yes, but he stopped me before I could continue speaking.
"This what?" he asked.
"This..." I looked at him. "This... good-looking man shows up on my door step wanting to get to know me because he thinks I may just be the love of his life. It is a lot to digest."
He laughed and glanced at me. "You think I'm good-looking?" he asked.
"So not the point here!"
"You said it."
"Yes, I believe I did, but that is so irrelevant right now. I wanna know why the hell you came here!" I demanded.
"I told you... the vision." Not enough information, buddy!
"You wanna elaborate on that one?"
"I don't want to tell you what is in the vision because it may not come true or it may frighten you half to death. I can't have your death on my mind, now can I?"
It was silent all the way to the theater. When he parked and pulled the keys out of the ignition, he took his seat belt off, but I left mine on with my arms crossed over my chest. "I am not getting out of this car until you tell me what was in the damn vision, Trey."
"I see." Trey sat back, and relaxed. He put his seat back so it was practically all the way back into the back seat, and put his hands behind his head. "Looks like we're gonna be here for a while then!" I think about ten minutes of pure silence passed after that. I finally got fed up with the silence.
"I don't wanna see a movie. Take me back home." He nodded yes, put his seat back into the straight position, and started the car. As we pulled out of the parking lot, I said, "Actually, I really just wanna talk, but not at home."
"Where would you like to go then?"
"Well, we are in Forks, Washington... there is no where else to go. Let's just go back to the house and we can hang out in my room." As long as Carlisle doesn't freak out and think we're gonna be up to somethin' a little more than just talking....
"Sounds good!"
We walked into the Cullen house and everyone just stared at us as we completely ignored them and walked upstairs into my room. A few seconds after my door closed, Carlisle was outside of it.
"May I come in?"
"Why not!" Trey and I both relied sarcastically.
A/N—So, please review! I absolutely love reading reviews! It makes my day whenever I open my email and there is a review alert waiting there for me!
Quick Question—Trey doesn't have a last name, and I am terrible at creating last names. First names... I'm good at. Last? Nope! So, do you guys have any ideas for last names? Leave a comment! Thanks!
