A/N: hello dear readers. i'm so sorry about not uploading sooner. it's been hectic trying to come up with the perfect combination in this chapter. originally, I was going to upload the chapter this morning, but half of what I wrote last night got erased because I can't update my office word. but anyways, I finished the chapter and hope you enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I have never and never will own Twilight. I do however own the song and poem which both currently have no title.
Chapter 10: I Knew It BPOV
Jane and I drove into the garage when we got home. She went ahead of me while I began to think about the day. 'Jacob comes to school, Rose comes to school, five beefy guys come to school and beat Jacob, and I kick their leader's ass.' The last two made me mad all over again, so I go inside.
Renee tries to intercept me, but I shake my head and go around her. My feet move quickly up the stairs and to my room. There, I start to think about Rosalie. All of her features come to mind and song lyrics play in my head. A random acoustic guitar appears, so I try to make a melody for it.
You were a beaten soul and there's nothing left but brick walls.
Hiding behind is the most cautious of girls
And I really want to know her.
You smile, and I can't help the truth
That you see floating around.
Nothing else comes to mind, so I play some more chords to get the juices flowing. After about a minute of constantly changing chords I have the second verse.
I feel so dead inside,
When you cast me away from your sight.
My wishes, my hope to become your girl
Has me staying up past midnight.
Lyrics fly left and right to form the chorus.
Trust me I know it's crazy
I try to keep my sanity but I don't think I can
Sitting there remembering all the small moments we share.
Right after the chorus, my inspiration depletes. Nothing else floats around the shell of my skull except for Rosalie. The guitar disappears, so I plop backwards into a laying position. The white ceiling sure looks interesting. With a sigh, I get up to shower.
JPOV
Bella sat for an hour making her song. I could hear the emotion she put in it, and it made me want to create something for Alice. I shuffle around my room and begin to pace as I think. Alice's gorgeous face pops into my head and taunts me.
Nothing seems right; it's all too insignificant for my mate. I can't help but feel depressed. I'm such a sorry excuse for a mate. Can't even make a fucking gift for her. I sit down at my desk and grab a sheet of notebook paper. As I look at its white and blue lined surface, inspiration strikes.
Halo of chaos makes me mellow
I wish to follow, but it's always out of my reach.
Nothing I do can remove the friend block between us
But I try to dig a way around it.
The more I dig, the further it is buried, so I give up
Chaotic flurries of bluish black taunt me to go to the other side though I can't
I feel like a fuck up who can't do anything right.
The chaos begs me not to give in; to run my hands all over its body
But alas, it is up to her.
What does she want?
I glance down at what I just wrote. Ironic that even in a poem I'm stuck in the friend zone. I come out of my stupor long enough to see that I need to sleep. As I climb in my bed and tuck myself under the sheets, Alice pops back into my head.
BPOV
It's funny how the morning in Forks never seems like a morning; it's more like the sun gave up on life and is hanging behind a cloud. I get up and look at myself in the mirror. My hawk looks limp and my eyes have purple bruises under them. I almost scream but remember my night.
Flashback
After my shower, I walk over to my bed in nothing but Super Mario boxers. When I reach the bed, I plop down face first. My thoughts wonder around as I try to sleep. My position changes to find comfort in my soft mattress.
No matter how many times I roll on my bed, I can't get comfortable. It reminds me of the mortal story "The Princess and the Pea." I huff in annoyance and find something to make me sleepy. Before I leave my room, I stick on a Pierce the Veil t-shirt. My footsteps echo as thumps in the quiet night.
When I reach my destination, the kitchen, I rummage through the fridge. I push everything on the top shelf away from the milk before grabbing it. I pour myself a mug and warm it in the microwave. When it's done, I hurry back to my room to enjoy my warm beverage.
I finish the mug, but it doesn't make me sleepy. I glance at the blue numbers of my alarm clock to see that it's three in the morning. I sigh; I'm not gonna get any sleep tonight.
Present
Instead of trying to gain the sleep I know I won't receive, I go take a shower and wake up. When I come out of the shower, I ransack my closet for a mood matching outfit. I walk out in the tightest black skinny jeans I own, my black calf high Doc Martins, a huge Jack Skellington hoodie, and a black beanie over my limp death hawk. I skip breakfast when I go downstairs and immediately talk to Jane.
"Wanna go to Port Angeles with me?" I ask tiredly. She nods her head, but looks at me with worry cast on her features. I shake my head and motion towards her car.
We drive to the Port Angeles mall. Instead of going inside as soon as we arrive, we stay in the car, and I wait for the interrogation to begin. It takes her a while to think of something, but when she does, she starts.
"Why didn't you sleep last night?"
"I don't know. All I know is that Rose wouldn't leave my thoughts after I wrote most of that song. It's like something changed. Do you think they've figured it out yet?"
"What, that we're gods, or that they are mated to us?"
"Either one. They have to figure it out soon anyways. They're gonna start to feel the pull if they haven't already.
We head inside and immediately search for Hot topic. When we reach it, all the goths in the store stop to stare at us. Neither of us pays them any mind. I make my way to the awesome looking headphones. As I scan over them, I see a cute goth girl come toward me from the corner of my eye. I turn further away from her and more to the items in front of me. She doesn't get the hint and continues to me. I sigh and ignore her even more.
"H-hi," she stutters to me. I glance at her and turn back around. Damn, I belong to Rose only. Stay the fuck away! She clears her throat again to get my attention.
"I couldn't help but notice you over here. I-I think your very handsome." She blushes profusely. Aww really? I just had to get the only shy goth person in history to try to hit on me. Could this get any worse?
Just then, I smell the scent I've waited millenniums for. Rosalie. I turn her direction and smile wide as I see her. I pay no mind to the girl behind me speaking. I stay in my lovesick moment until the girl talks louder.
"HEY, I'm talking to you!" she says furiously. Guess the shyness was just an act. I turn around slowly and glare at her.
"First of all, I'm ignoring you because I'm not interested. Second, you won't live to see another day if you speak to me again. And lastly, I'm a GIRL!" My glare intensifies.
Rose tells Jacob to stay where he is and walks over to us. She places one hand on my hips and the other on my chest. She then wraps her body around mine. Automatically, my hand makes its way to her ass and cups it. I look down at her and smile.
"Hey, baby. Did you miss me?" she asks seductively. I feel my little friend twitch.
"Of course babe. This girl was just flirtin with me," I say slyly. Rosalie goes off.
"You mean to tell me that you were flirtin with my girl? MY girl. The next time you EVER even lay an eye on her, you will wish I had done something to you." I could tell that Rose was seriously getting worked up over this, so I pulled her against me more to where my leg was between hers. I leaned down into her ear and nibbled the lobe.
"Baby, calm down, I'm yours; you know that I am. Just let her go. Come on Rosie, lets finish our shopping with Jake and Janie, kay?" she nods her head slightly and relaxes against me.
With me holding her hand, we go over to the other two and leave the store. We wander around the mall for the rest of the trip, and Rose never let go of my hand.
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