Staleoats: THANK YOU FOR KEEPING MY CHILDHOOD ALIVE.

Kayozm: I'm super irritated because what I cut out is something people requested! It will never fit again. I had Leah imprint on a Denali, and I had Brady imprint on someone, but it all didn't fit. Too rushed, the imprint thing feels gross when it's a kid. ARGH.

Everyone, please read on.

Rosalie sat on the bench in the garage. She wished she had more room to spread out her tools. Though, if she was honest, clearing Emmett's Jeep out of the garage had left her with much more room than she would have had otherwise. She stood up and took a walk around her project car. Rosalie had dropped 8,000 dollars on what turned out to essentially be a shell of a car. She was simply thankful to have something to work on. She ran a finger over the car as she walked around it, tapping on a few spots where it was rusted. The car had been delivered three hours after the wolves left, and Rosalie was thankful for the distraction. The house was far too full for her to be happy in it.

Rosalie thought about the man who had delivered it. She met him at the driveway. He had looked her up and done, a long lingering gaze that still made her skin crawl. She reminded herself she could rip him limb from limb if she wanted to. "Hey sweetie, is there an R. Hale home?"

She had given him her best condescending look. "Why yes sweetie, there is."

"Okay," he said, unsure. "Where is he?"

"Spoilers, sweetie." She reached for his clipboard. He looked stunned and handed it to her. She signed the line with a flowing script that was easily recognized as 'Rosalie Hale,' hoping the man would get his mistake. He did. Unfortunately, he didn't seem deterred.

"This is your car? You know this car needs thousands of dollars and probably months of work before it will run again?"

"Why yes, I do. You can unload it on the driveway."

He didn't miss a beat. "You know, if you need a man to help you with this, I could show you a thing or two." He wiggled his eyebrows, and it took everything in her not to rip him to pieces.

The door to the house opened. "Hey honey," Emmett called. "Your project car is here!"

She kept glaring at the man as she called back, "It is! I can't wait to get working on it."

The man looked relieved, almost like he finally understood what was happening: The car was really for the man of the house. Before Rosalie could snap his neck, Emmett called, "Will you finally teach me how to work on a car? I'm sick and tired of having you do all the work on the family vehicles!"

"I'll think about it!"

Emmett shut the door, knowing his work was done when real understanding crossed the man's idiotic face. His jaw dropped. "I'm so sorry. Ma'am. I didn't-I didn't think."

"You can leave it on the driveway. I assume you have the keys?"

"Yes, ma'am." He pulled them from the front pocket of his coveralls. She took them, careful not to touch his hands. "I'll unload it right away."

"See that you don't damage it," she had said to him. She walked away before she could do anything worse.

Damn Emmett. He had such a good heart. He also had impeccably good timing. Rosalie turned her attention back to the car, taking stock of it. Her new '67 Chevy Impala was in what could be called poor shape. In fact, most of the car was unsalvageable. It would have to be overhauled. Rosalie had only got this car because it had a solid frame. The car had never been in an accident, and it showed. It was solidly built, a dinosaur from a different era of craftsmanship. The car appeared to have been blue once, but that was no problem for her. Once the rest of the work was done, she would be painting it black. She had been thinking of doing this for a while but moving back to Forks told her she needed a project. She just hoped none of her family would call her out on the car.

Rosalie wasn't one for too much television, but she had a guilty pleasure, as all people do: Supernatural. She loved the story of the Winchesters traveling the country and fighting beasts that most people didn't even believe in. Much of it was pure hogwash, but the idea that two grown men would wholeheartedly accept that monsters existed drew her in. What kept her watching (even as they murdered these monsters, one by one) was the way that bad things happened but the boys carried on. They lost everything and everyone, but they kept fighting for each other. Rosalie knew the importance of family in keeping one grounded, and she had decided that the car would be a way for her to stay connected to the show, for as long as she could keep the car running. And she could keep a car running for a long time.

Rosalie kicked the old license plate on the back of the car. The numbers were mostly faded, and it was covered in rust. The plate separated from the bumper, bringing the mounting screws with it. Looks like I need a replacement bumper. Half the fun was finding the parts for the car, and she knew the older the car, the more challenging the hunt. Rosalie added 'rear bumper' to the list on the workbench. It was already a long list. The interior of the car needed to be gutted. No part of the engine could be saved. The doors were solid, but the rear quarter panel needed replacing. Rosalie tapped the roof. It gave a steady, solid metallic bang. There were sunspots on it, but Rosalie could easily resurface those. The arm that propped up the hood was gone, so she needed one. When she tried to roll down the windows the driver side had dropped straight down. It didn't shatter, so Rosalie was hoping she only needed to replace the gears. That was only a part of the list, but it was a good start. She couldn't wait to start working on it.

Rosalie was mentally counting the cost of some of the parts she needed. The fenders would cost less than four hundred to replace. The engine would be expensive. A full intact engine was almost impossible to come by, so she would need to scavenge each individual part. Rosalie smiled to herself, knowing this might mean road trips to tear up some junkyard cars. Her phone rang. She wiped the rust from her hand on a towel and answered it. "Hello?"

A chuckle met her on the other end. "You know, I didn't think you'd answer so quickly. I thought I had time to psych myself up."

Rosalie rolled her eyes at the dog on the other end of the line. "Sorry to disappoint. You want me to hang up and you can try again?"

"No, don't worry about-"Rosalie hit end call. She held onto her phone, waiting for it to ring again.

"Hello?" Roaslie repeated, trying to keep her amusement out of her voice.

"Well, that was rude," Bella answered, a smile in her voice. "I thought you were supposed to have old school manners or something?"

"I don't recall promising anything of the sort." Rosalie walked back to the car, holding her list as she continued to look at the car. She took note of the tires. They were old F70 Firestones. She wasn't a huge Firestone fan, but she also wasn't opposed to them either. She loved whitewall tires, but that wouldn't fit with the theme. "May I ask why you're calling?"

"Oh, wouldn't you like to know?" Bella laughed.

"Yes, I would. That's why I asked." Rosalie smiled in spite of herself. "You should probably tell me before I hang up again. I might be busy."

"Well, you could hang up again. But I don't know if I'll call back." Bella challenged.

Rosalie considered hanging up anyway but decided against it. "Fair enough. What is it, Lassie?"

"I actually prefer Wishbone."

"The daydreaming dog who appeared in classic literature? Really?"

"Well, I was gonna say Lady, but that would make you the Tramp. No, you'd be the Lady and I'd be the Tramp. Whatever."

"Is there a point?"

"Do you prefer Rose or Rosie?"

"Excuse me?"

"Well, I can't just call your Lee. It felt weird. And Rosalie is still formal."

Rosalie huffed. "Have we gotten past formal?"

"Oh! Right. Oh, Miss? I'm all better now! Now, how's about that date?"

Rosalie put a hand on her forehead. "Are you serious? Did you just-" Rosalie played it over in her mind in case she was wrong. "Did you just ask me out using The Notebook?"

"Technically, no. I asked you out with fun clever lines. Did I just try and use The Notebook to schedule our date? Yes. How do you feel about tomorrow night? I know Sunday is a school night, but I promise to have you back by eleven. What do you say?"

Rosalie paused, considering it. "I don't know." She looked at the car. "I did have plans, but I guess I can move them." Bella laughed.

"How about I pick you up at six?"

"You'll pick me up? Do you even know how to drive that Jeep?"

"Who says I'm showing up in the Jeep? Maybe I'll bring my truck."

Rosalie huffed. "If you come here in that truck, there will be no date."

"Tomorrow, or ever?"

"Does it matter?"

"Of course! If it's tomorrow, I might do it for fun. If it's ever, I won't do it."

Rosalie smiled. "Ever."

"Well, okay. If you're sure. Are you?" Bella sounded like she was asking about more than just the car.

"Yes, I am sure. Six o'clock."

Bella sounded sure of herself again. "Alright Aphrodite. Athena and I will be there at six."

Rosalie's brow furrowed. She looked at the phone, wondering if she was having a stroke. "Excuse me?"

"You, Aphrodite. Me, Bella. Jeep, Athena. See you tomorrow." Bella hung up before Rosalie could respond. Rosalie realized that she was coming out of these conversations with Bella half annoyed and half amused. She put her phone back in her pocket. She needed to pass the time.

Bella pulled up to the hospital to see Charlie. It was Sunday morning. Bella jogged up the stairs to Charlie's room. She thought about taking the elevator but she was too jazzed up to sit still. "How's it go, daddyo!" Bella shouted as she jumped into the room.

Charlie jumped in the bed, throwing the remote across the floor. "Jeez!"

Bella looked sheepish. "Sorry, old man. I'm just excited." She pushed her baseball cap up and looked for the remote. It had bounced behind the bed.

Charlie grumbled. "Who you callin' old man?"

"You!" Bella handed him the remote. "How are you feeling?"

"Good. Dr. Cullen said my fever broke. They're talking about putting a cast on my leg and letting me go home. What's got you so keyed up?"

Bella dropped into the chair and looked at the TV. Charlie followed suit. Their full gamut of emotions was usually hungry, full, bored, and staring at games on the tv together. "I have a date tonight."

Charlie gruffed. "Oh."

"Yep."

Charlie folded his arms over his chest. "You told me that you and Edmund were done. I thought you weren't going to see him anymore." Charlie never took his eyes from the tv.

"Edward, dad." Charlie huffed again. He reminded Bella of a shiatzu when his mustache fluttered. "I'm not dating him. We're done."

"Oh." Charlie perked up. "So, who's the guy? Is it that Newton kid? Did Jacob finally ask you out?"

"No, It's not Mike and it's not Jacob."

"Well don't leave me in suspense. Who is he?"

"Her name is Rosalie."

Charlie was silent for a moment. "Oh?" He waited for another moment. He leaned forward with his surprise. "Oh! So you're- I mean, that's fine. So, you like- You date…?" He paused. "Okay." He sat back on the bed. "That's fine. What a relief."

"A relief?" Bella finally looked at her dad. His face was red. Clearly, this conversation was awkward for all of them.

"At least I don't have to worry about becoming a grandpa too soon."

"Woooooo," Bella drawled. "Dad, it's our first date. Goodness."

"Okay, well, what brought this on?"

"What do you mean?"

Charlie was looking determinedly back at the tv. "Did you just realize, or has this been happening, or do you…. yeah." Charlie just stopped without completing the thought.

Bella shrugged. "Don't know. I just asked, she said yes, we'll see."

"Well, good for you kid. Moving up in the world from that deadbeat Edward."

"Oh, now you remember his name!" Bella glared at Charlie, who smirked.

"Maybe."

Bella folded her arms back over her chest. "Psh."

"So, uh," Charlie cleared his throat. "Rosalie is pretty."

"Ookay, what are you watching?"

Charlie seemed relieved. He told her about the baseball game he was reaching, the standings, and his favorite players. Bella settled back in companionable silence, glad that difficult conversation was over. With her hands behind her head she thought, Too bad there's another one coming.

Bella went home and called Alice.

"Hello?" Alice answered. "I don't recognize this name or number. Who is this?"

"Alice, dear best friend who I love so much and need fashion advice from…"

"I'm on my way!" The line went dead. That was not what Bella had wanted. Bella sat on her bed and waited. T'Challa sat next to her. Charlie was out for a few days, so she had just left the kitchen window open to let the little black panther come and go as he pleased. Bucky laid on her floor. She couldn't pretend he had jumped in the window, but oh well.

A car door slammed outside the house and T'Challa shot off like a bolt. Alice appeared at the bedroom door. "Sorry, I scared away a little black monster." Bucky hopped over to Alice. "Hello, beautiful boy," she purred. Bucky licked her. "So, what could you need fashion advice for?"

"Well," Bella rubbed her neck and looked up at the ceiling. "You see, I have a date."

Alice put a hand over her chest and stage-gasped. "You! You have a date?"

"Alice…" Bella grumbled.

"When my best friend imprints on my favorite sister, I would like to be kept abreast of all developments!" Alice dropped onto Bella's bed and stared at her.

"You only have one sister." Alice glared. Bella ran her hand through her hair. "Hey, Alice, I asked your sister out. She said yes. Could you help me plan a date with her and tell me what to wear?"

"Plan a date!? Isabella Swan, your date is in two hours and you don't have a plan?" Bucky jumped up on the bed next to Alice.

Bella held up her hands in surrender. "Whoa, whoa, tiny vampire. I have an idea, just help me. First, what do I wear?"

"Well, what are you doing?" Alice inquired as Bucky curled up across her lap. She gently scratched his head.

"It's a surprise. What if you tell her?"

"You're my best friend!" Alice shouted. Bucky jumped. "Shh, puppy, sh." Alice lowered her voice. "You wound me to the core of my very being."

"We're going to a car show."

Alice smiled wide. "That is beautiful. Is that the only thing you know about Rosalie?"

"No!" Bella shouted. "Yes, kind of. I can't help it. It's not my fault. This is me trying to get to know her on her terms."

Alice nodded. "Okay, okay. So, what to wear to a car show?" Alice looked Bella up and down. Bella was wearing a pair of red converse today, giving her black chucks a much-needed break. She wore her only pair of dark blue jeans that didn't have a hole in them. She wore a plain white V-neck under an unbuttoned short sleeve shirt. The light blue button-down contrasted nicely with the dark blue jeans. "That. Wear that."

"What? No. I need to look nice."

"Bella, you need to look like you. And you look hot." Alice looked at Bella. "Let's do something about your hair."

"What about my hair?" Bella shook a hand through her hair. It hung in thick brown waves. "I think it looks fine."

"It looks like you've been wearing a hat all day."

"I have been wearing a hat all day."

"No, no." Alice shook her head. "Come here, I've been working on something." By the time Alice was done, she had braided half of Bella's head. "The fashion these days is to shave a small portion of your hair above your ear. I thought you wouldn't appreciate that."

Bella looked in the mirror in her bedroom. She touched the braids where they clung to her head like French braids. Alice had braided them close to Bella's head, and then let her hair free from the braids. "It does look kind of cool."

"I know."

"How do I look?" Bella turned back to Alice as she buckled a leather wristband on.

"You look good. You anxious?"

"Nope."

"Bella, I can literally hear your heartbeat."

"Shut up and get out of here! I have to go get your sister." Alice snuck out from under Bucky, trying not to disturb him. "I'm so excited!" She kissed Bella's check and was gone before Bella could say 'thank you.'

Bella's anxiety was mounting by the time she got to the Cullen's house. She reached up to knock on the door when it opened, and Kate slipped out.

"Well hello, you tall drink of werewolf. How can I help you?" Kate purred. In another life, Bella might have found her enchanting.

"I'm here for-"

"Oh, please say me." Kate touched Bella's shirt, tugging on it slightly. Bella didn't let Kate pull her forward. "I like this. It looks nice."

"Um-thank you, thanks." Bella looked at the door, wondering if she should scream for help.

"You wolves are," Kate looked Bella up and down, "very well built."

The door behind Kate flew open, and Rosalie stood in the doorway. She was enraged. Her eyes were pitch black, the golden iris only a small ring around her irises. Bella's shoulders fell as she relaxed. She smiled at Rosalie's appearance. Looking over Kate's head, Bella addressed Rosalie. "Well, hello." Bella looked at the watch on her leather bracelet. "It is 5:40. I have arrived respectably early. I would like to meet your parents, please." Rosalie bared her fangs at Kate, who released Bella's shirt. Tanya appeared around Rosalie. She grabbed her sister and dragged her into the home. Bella could hear them both muttering insults at each other. Bella heard Kate say, 'But I called dibs.' Bella decided she liked Tanya. The woman had good timing. Rosalie looked so angry that Bella walked up to the door. "Rosalie, please step back. Let's try this again." Bella grabbed the door and pulled it shut.

Bella counted to three and then knocked again. Rosalie pulled the door open after the first knock, leaving Bella with her fist in the air. "Good evening, Rosalie. This is for you." Bella handed Rosalie the rose she had been hiding behind her back.

Rosalie looked down at it. "A rose for Rosalie?"

"No, dear Rosalie. A rose is the symbol of Aphrodite. So, a rose for my Aphrodite." Rosalie rolled her eyes and took the flower. Bella smirked, knowing she had broken the tension. "You look beautiful." Rosalie wore gold heels, black jeans, a black tank top, and a light grey jacket over it. Bella's heart beat faster as she said, "I would like to speak to your parents before we go anywhere."

"You're serious?"

"I am."

Rosalie rolled her eyes again. She opened the door a little farther, revealing the Cullen family throughout the house. Esme was in the kitchen, working on her blueprints. Carlisle sat across the island from Esme, reading a textbook. Emmett, Irina, and Jasper were in the living room. Alice and Edward were nowhere to be seen. Bella strolled confidently into the kitchen. She reached out and shook hands with Carlisle and Esme. "Mr. Cullen, Mrs. Cullen. I am taking your daughter out on a date." They looked bemused. "I have only the purest intentions, and I will have her home by eleven."

Carlisle smiled good-naturedly. "Where are you taking my daughter?" He folded his arms over his chest, trying to adopt a stern countenance.

"We'll be going to a car show in Port Angeles. It begins at seven."

"And you'll be home by eleven?" Esme asked.

"Yes, ma'am." Bella nodded.

"What is happening?" Rosalie asked.

Carlisle and Esme exchanged a look. "We approve," they said together.

"Lettuce leaf!" Bella called out. She walked back to the front door and opened it. "M'lady."

Rosalie walked out the door. Emmett whistled happily behind them. Bella waved and shut the door, hurrying to the Jeep to get the door for Rosalie. Rosalie paused. She seemed surprised by the gesture. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," Bella replied. She shut the door and walked around to the driver's side. Here goes nothing.

I really wanted to get the date into the same chapter as all this fun stuff, BUT I COULDN'T BECAUSE LENGTH. Funny thing. I have already written how the date ends, but I have not yet written the date itself. The brain is a funny funny thing.