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Assumptions
There was a brief sensation that shot through her, a shock, a strange tingle that rippled through her body when Alice's body lifted forward, lips pressing against hers, pulling in a breath as the pixie's hands came up and cupped her cheeks, pulling each other closely as possible.
A part of her heard Edward, a part of her knew that Alice had heard Edward as well, and that very same part of her knew that their lips had not met when he has slammed open the door. Then, there was a part of her that did not bother with the sound, his presence, or anything that could have had been happening that very moment.
The kiss was brief, too short to savor the moment, but long enough to feel her head spin and her cheeks enflamed. Bella pulled back not a moment later, almost flying to the other end of the bed as if not recognizing what had just happened. Looking up, she saw Alice in the same position, pressed tightly against the headstand, breathing heavy, and eyes distant. Subconsciously, Bella's hands moved on their own, touching her bottom lip, and lingering for a moment trying to recall the thrill, excitement, and feel of having the pixie's lips on hers.
Time slowed for a moment when she felt Alice's eyes move to her, and automatically, she looked at the other girl as well. There was a strange look on the pixie's face, one torn between apology, pure happiness, uncertainty, and concern. Bella was sure she looked the same.
Edward interrupted before either of them had a chance to utter a sound.
"What the hell is going on here?"
Reality kicked in, as usual, and time began to flow at a much quicker pace than before.
"Edward." Alice's tone was stern yet beneath it held an amount of uncertainty at the same time, "I can explain."
It seemed as if he did not hear her; fists curled into a ball, a piece of paper he with was holding looked as if it was about to be torn into pieces from the way he gripped it.
"Rose has just been kidnapped." Edward announced and then paused, swallowing and breathing heavy, trying to contain himself.
"How–?"
"Kidnapped. By James." Another swallow followed by something like a grunt that Bella would not have heard if she wasn't listening as hard as she had. Edward held up the piece of paper her was holding, the word James written messily across it, in red. Blood red.
"Edward…I" Alice tried again; Bella sat still, shocked and silent.
"And you two. You. Alice." Edward brought an empty hand to his forehead, breathing in deeply as he pushed back his hair, speaking words like he was having it pulled from his throat, "Kissing her…Tell me. When did Elliot start influencing you? When did Jasper become nothing else to you but a friend? He loved you Alice."
"Jasper, there was never anything between Jasper and I! Elliot has nothing to do with thi-"
"Look at her, Alice, look. You think she wanted to kiss you?" Edward gestured to Bella, whose contorted face showed signs of confusion and frustration.
Feeling as if it was a good time to speak up, Bella began herself, trying to calm Edward down. But before she could, Edward was already turned around and began walking down the hallway.
"Whatever. You chose for yourself. I'm going." He announces, back turned, "Carlisle and Esme wants you home Alice, Charlie is there too Bella. That's all I was supposed to be here for."
Feeling as if a misunderstanding had happen, Bella got off the end and made for the door, "Edward!" She yells for him, he doesn't reply, turning to the pixie she says the obvious, "Alice we need to do something."
No answer from her either.
"Alice," Bella hears herself call out, turning to the pixie. "Alice."
The pixie doesn't answer; she sits motionless for a moment, staring into the distance. The kiss that had happen minutes ago dissolves into the back of Bella's mind as she stares at her beloved, wondering what could have been going through her head at the moment. The taller girl makes her way to the bed again, sitting down, and stroking the pixie's back soothingly.
"Stop it." Alice says, "Stop it."
"What am I doing wrong?" asks the brunette with complete honesty, although unsure what the pixie was exactly talking about.
"Stop being so nice to me, Bella!" the pixie nearly yells, whipping around so that Bella couldn't touch her. "Stop being so… so… you!"
"I thought, I thought that you and I could be friends, and that night when I held your hands. And the dancing and flirting and... I couldn't hold myself back from you." Alice covers her face with her hands, letting out a small sob, "and, you and Edward, when you said you didn't like him... and I thought I had a chance with you...I thought that maybe if I loved you just a little more, that if I cared about you a little more, that if I dressed even better, I cheered harder, that if I just did everything better, I'd have your attention. That... Maybe, just maybe you'd feel even half of what I feel for you."
Shock and numbness rippled across Bella's body as she heard the pixie speak, unable to respond. Alice was confessing to her.
The pixie snickers and then laughs coldly, "And then, just moments ago, I thought that you were actually complying. That you, you actually cared and, and… You're always so nice, so kind; you couldn't push me away, could you?" Another sob escapes, one louder, filled with pain and sadness. " You were always so nice, so beautiful, everything about you, the way you walked, the way you talked, your smile, the way you eyes twinkled, the way you love to help others. How can I not fall in love with you? The way you looked when Edward came in! You must hate me now, Bella. You must think I'm some sick attention craving whore who has a disgusting crush on her best friend..."
"Alice."
"Just leave, Bella, go ahead, I won't bother you anymore, I promise. You can go back to sit with Mike Newton and his group..." She doesn't look up; instead the pixie clenches her fists
"Alice!"
"Just…Leave okay?" Alice states, looking up into Bella's eyes, tears running down her cheeks, eyes swelled, golden orbs shining in despair and heartbreak. "Its already hard enough to be rejected, you don't need to say anything else your face hadn't said before, Bella. I always wondered what it would feel like to get rejected from you, but now, now, it feels a hundred tomes worse. So, just... Go away."
Pain soared through her heart when she saw Alice cry, not like small tears, no, Alice was crying. Crying because of her. That fact alone hurt Bella beyond reasoning.
Moving forward as she had did two days ago when Alice had though she was infatuated with Elliot, she wrapped her arms around the smaller girl, effectively pulling her onto her lap. She was evidently surprised at the action but made effort to push away until Bella pushed her lips on the pixies cheeks, only because she missed the girl's lips.
"Bella!" Alice manages, cheeks red and eyes still watering, "What are you-"
Making sure to not miss this time, Bella pushed her lips onto Alice's who remained frozen and shocked. It was a chaste kiss, at first, where the pixie didn't respond, but Bella found herself getting much more than she asked for when she brushed her tongue on Alice's lips, asking for entrance. Alice returned the action in whole, lips opening to return the kiss, sly tongue maneuvering itself over Bella's, exploring the taller girls mouth.
Pulling back from the lack of oxygen, Bella inhaled deeply. "You." She looks into her beloved eyes, "Jump to conclusions way too often."
Alices eyebrows shot up, surprise and astonishment written on her face.
"First of all, I don't think you're disgusting, a whore, or an idiot. Secondly, I think our feelings are mutual…But." A smirk implanted itself on Bella's lips, she loosens her grip on the pixie's waist and begins to put her away, "But. If you want me to go away…"
"No!" A hand reached out to pull at Bella's sleeve, "I mean…"
Alice's frown began to disappear; a light blush ran through the girl's cheeks. The taller girl brought her arms around the latter's waist once again, holding her tightly. "If you wish to say something, you should instead of just pushing me away." Bella advised, leaning her head on top of Alice's, "For example, I've been meaning to tell a certain art-loving shorty that I'm in love with her and when she smiles at me I feel like my heart is going to explode. I adore it when she pays attention to only me and shows up in my doorstep just to make sure I get to school. When I hold her hands, it feels as if there's electricity running up my arms, and when I'm holding her, it's as if I never want to let go of her again."
"Thanks… for the compliments…" Alice replied, snuggling into Bella's neck probably trying to hide her blush.
"Who said they were for you?" Asked the taller girl and felt Alice's body heat up even more from the teasing. The once smirk turned into a full smile.
"So why didn't you just tell me all of this earlier?" Cried the pixie, eyebrows furrowed, a pout on her lips, a less-then-fearful glare sent at Bella, "It'd save me a lot of heartaches!"
"I was trying to wait for the right moment. And, its not like I knew you felt that way either!"
"So you mean when we were about to kiss during Homecoming…I wasn't going crazy and making that up?"
"Nope, and when you said that you liked someone that night we walked together, that was me?"
"Yes. See? If you had just come out and said something Bella, it would have been a lot easier!"
"Well, I'm so sorry Princess, telling the most popular girl in school that you're in love with her is such an easy thing." Sarcasm drenched the statement. "How come you always do that?"
"Do what?"
"You're always so cool, so relaxed but when someone or something upsets you, Alice, you pull back into your own world." Bella looked into honey shining orbs, "I get so worried about you, and, it hurts when I see you cry. So, I always try to help but…you always push me away, and it takes pinning you down for you to talk."
The pixie leans onto her, body limp, arms circled around the other girl. "I was never liked this, it never used to be this way. First, nothing upset me the way things that revolved around you did. In other senses, nothing has really managed to upset me until you've come into my life, Bella. And when you did, all the walls, everything I had built to keep me strong, it broke." A small shy smile blossomed on Alice's face, "And when my walls broke, no one had ever bothered to come and see why. No one noticed and even when they did, they thought I was strong enough to get through. And its true, I always did get through."
"But you. You made me feel something I'd never felt before. And when you came to make sure I was alright, I'm reminded about how amazing and caring you are, all I wanted to do was kiss you, and tell you everything, and have you hold me like now. Really, I couldn't let that happen when I didn't know how you felt about me."
"Well you do now," Bella squeezed the pixie gently; "I'll be your comfort, as you are always to me."
"We should get going." Alice announced, remembering the current situation, "Rose, and Edward, and the family."
The taller girl gasped, brought out of her dream like state. "It's alright." Alice said, "Rosalie isn't the one he wants."
The pixie rose quickly, grabbing her bag and car keys. She gestured Bella her way, who was already standing, taking the girl's hands and leading her out.
Fork's was muggy as usual; the air was quiet aside from the occasional noises from birds, humid, and ever lasting. Moistness coated its atmosphere, mold growing on trees and plants, alive or dead, the paved roads were constantly in need to fixing, weed and grass grew on the uncommon sidewalks, none the less, Bella felt as if she belonged here.
As if blood sisters, Alice drove just as fast as Elliot, if not faster.
James, the man who Edward had said kidnapped Rosalie, was the man that fostered Edward, Alice, and Elliot at first before they ran away. Bella recalled Alice telling her the things he would make them do, sexual enough to upset someone, not sexual enough to convince the police, and instilled enough fear into trio enough to make them stay for years until Elliot was fed up with it and took off. It was then they met Carlisle and Esme who took them in as their own children and raised them proper, much after Carlisle persecuted the man and sent him to jail.
"He said he was going to find us," Alice whispered, concentrating on the road. "I just…its been years since then. And I thought he'd never show up in our lives again."
Bella put her hand on Alice's, massaging it gingerly. "Charlie is there. He will know what to do."
Hand in hand, they both walked to the doorstep of the contemporary house, decorated with white brick, clear reinforced glass, and covered from on lookers by trees. Edward's car was parked was parked to the side, a common place to find his car but Bella couldn't shake the eerie, cold feeling that crept up her spine. The air, moist yet freezing, now stood still as clouds had gathered overhead. In the background, she couldn't hear birds, noises, or movements, even the trees stood still. There was a sudden yet soft thunder that had echoed its way to their location, Bella held to Alice's hands tighter frightened for reasons beyond her knowledge. It began sprinkling lightly as they approached the doorstep, not cold enough to snow, yet not warm enough to be pure rain.
It began to rain harder now and Bella stopped to look out for a moment, breathing in. A pair of soft lips pressed on hers, and like a falling red leaf, she embraced the touch and feelings for a moment before it fell away. Closing her eyes, she remembered the day when she had met Alice outside in the cold, the first time they had held hand; the leaves had barely begun to fall then, and now, the trees have almost lost all their leaves.
She turned to her lover, Alice, who seemed to feel the same icy coldness and brought their foreheads together.
"Whatever happens now." She swallowed, "Know that I will never let anyone harm you, Alice."
"As will I, Bella." The pixie says, "As will I."
They kissed again, both lips chapped yet yearning for each other. Alice brought the house key up to the lock, but the door opened on its own. A man, looking at least 45 years old, with pale blonde hair stood at the entrance, smirking.
"Hello Alice."
She knew then it was James.
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