The Twilight Twenty-Five
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Prompt: #11
Pen Name: thimbles
Pairing/Character(s): Bella and the girls.
Rating: M
Word Count: 487
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The hot, dry wind blows through my hair, and unfamiliar smells, vegetal and earthy, swirl around me. I can barely hear the music and laughter inside the car over the air rushing past.
Alice has her feet on the dash, a packet of Snakes between her knees. Rose is behind the wheel—and therefore in charge of the stereo. They're talking … arguing, I think. I don't pay attention. They bicker constantly—more like sisters than friends.
We've been on the road for ten days.
"Screw Schoolies," Rose had said. "We're road-tripping. Just the three of us."
"But …"
"Isabella Swan, if the next word out of you mouth is 'Edward,' I will punch you in the teeth."
Alice had shaken her head at me. "We'll be gone a week, two tops. You'll live."
So I'd agreed, reluctantly, and only once Edward had whispered the words "dirty weekend when you get back."
"Really dirty?"
He chuckled. "Absolutely filthy."
I'm squirming in my seat, remembering the look in his eye, when my phone vibrates under my thigh. For the first time in four hours, I've apparently got a signal.
I smile as I open the message.
I manage to read Edward's Hey, how's it going? I miss you. before Alice snatches the phone out of my hand.
"Hey!" Her fingers jump across the screen whilst she giggles manically, holding it out of my reach as I try to grab it back.
"Don't you dare," Rose says, hearing the snap as I undo my seatbelt. "It's double demerit points this weekend. I'll kick your arse if you cost me my licence."
"Fuck you both."
"At the same time?" Alice tosses a smirk over her shoulder. "I've never been in a threesome, but for you two … tempting."
I flip her off. "Give me my fucking phone back."
She flips down the visor, checking her hair in the tiny mirror. "No way. You can have it back when we stop for the night."
"It's eleven a.m." We usually stop around five in the arvo.
I catch her reflection rolling its eyes. "You'll live."
Plastic crinkles as she shoves her hand into the lolly bag. "Here."
A tangle of Snakes land in my lap. I pry them apart. The blue, green and red ones I keep; the yellow and orange ones, I throw back over the seat into Rose's lap.
"Thanks." She catches my eye in the rear-vision mirror and shoots me a wink.
"Whatever." I'm not really that pissed, but I'll pout for a while.
And then, in about two hours Rose is going to want to call Em, so she'll convince Alice to give me my phone back, and then Alice will be secretly relieved, and even though she'll huff about it, she'll decide she "might as well" call Jasper whilst we're being sooks.
Because the truth is, we're all as bad as each other. We miss our boys.
Schoolies = holiday of binge-drinking and debauchery after finishing Year 12; double demerit points = over a public holiday weekend, driving offences are punished twice as severly in an effort to cut down on holiday road fatalities (Having a passenger without their seatbelt on would cost you 6 points. For a Green P-plater like Rose, that's her licence gone); arvo = afternoon; sook = wimp; Snakes = delicious jelly-based lolly made by Allens.
Thanks for reading! Shell x
