The Twilight Twenty-Five
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Prompt: #11
Pen Name: Chocaholic123
Pairing/Character(s): Bella / Rosalie / Alice
Rating:M
Word Count: 500
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The road stretches ahead, dusty beneath the hot Arizona sun. Above us the sky is a wide expanse of cerulean blue, unmarred by cloud or shadow. I roll down the window, needing the sensation of air against my face to remind me we're really here.
Rose leans her head out of her window, screaming loudly into the deserted highway. The cacti lining the edges of the desert, austere and silent, seem unimpressed by her antics.
"I'm gonna buy me some weed, find me some men and get fucking high!" Alice's words are swallowed up by the wind whipping through the car. "Yee fucking haw."
Rose messes with the radio, eventually settling on sounds of the eighties. "I'm gonna jump on Em. Fuck the fishing, I want to eat me some shark."
"Sounds delightful." I turn the car in the direction of the painted hills. The cabins we booked are about ten miles to the east. Every minute we get closer I feel the nausea in my stomach increase, enough to make me want to hurl.
"You okay?" Alice asks with concern. I nod and give her a tight smile.
I will be okay. I will.
"Then cheer up. In a half hour we'll be kicking back, smoking some dope and drinking ice cold beer, courtesy of the brothers Cullen." The thought makes Rosalie sigh.
And that right there is the problem. It's been weeks since I've seen him; since Edward and Emmett moved to California for a job. Weeks since we'd got high and handsy, and ended up rolling on my bed.
I figure he deserves to be the first to know. And its something I can only tell him face to face.
"Sounds good." I'm lying. Right now nothing sounds good. Apart from maybe a warm bath and a huge bar of chocolate.
Alice rolls her eyes at my lack of enthusiasm and yells at Rose to turn up the music. The Bangles come on and she starts to sing slightly off-key, badly enough to make Rose increase the volume to drown her out.
"Shut the fuck up, Alice," she growls. "You're hurting my ears."
Alice huffs and crosses her arms. My grip on the steering wheel tightens, sickness growing in my belly like the child we made. I don't know if I can do this. I think about how I'm going to tell him what we did and the bile rises in my throat, itching at my gullet.
Rose's phone vibrates with another text, and from the smile on her lips I know its from Emmett. "They've started up the barbecue. Put your foot down, Bella."
The lake appears on the horizon, shining like a diamond in the desert, and I know everything is about to change. I swing the car into the entrance for the cabins, seeing two figures in the distance, lounging on chairs next to a smoking barbecue.
And I know. I know, nothing will ever be the same.
That thought about breaks my heart.
