A/N: I've fallen victim to this pairing. I admit it. Yes, the story title is a shameless reference to Black Star. Felt fitting. So here's where oneshots, mini-stories, and collections of drabbles for these two will go. Just assume characterizations are basically more or less like in Wishing Upon A Black Star if you need a reference point. Anyway, a wonderful anon on Tumblr sent me a request.

"Bella knows/thinks she shouldn't love Rose and avoids her. While Rose is frustrated and doesn't care as she embarks on wooing the girl. I'm sorely missing their gayness."

I, too, was missing their gayness and a bit frustrated, so this was perfect. Went in the best direction I could think of without making this like 15k. I hope you guys and my anon, who I'm calling Frank in my head, enjoy it. Kind of angsty for a bit considering Bella avoiding her?


Rosalie Hale was a distinct woman, highly beautiful and equally intelligent. Her reputation preceded her. She was not just a vampire in Carlisle's coven. She was someone who had the audacity to blatantly disrespect Jane. She was someone who'd amused Aro so intensely with her cutting tongue that he forbade Jane from retaliating. He'd even asked her to spend time in Volterra.

He wasn't the only one who asked her to spend time in their company.

Still, Rosalie remained with Carlisle, who understood if she left. She was enough to be in a coven of prestige, of various, powerful gifts that were absolutely desired among the Volturi Guard. She didn't stay out of pride, out of forever making others envious. She stayed because regardless of what was said, Esme would not understand, not with her heart. The others wouldn't either.

That's what it was. Family.

Here, she got to exemplify the traits that made her equally wanted and frowned upon. Her simultaneous impatience and magnificent control. Her biting wit that didn't drive a wedge in her relationships, relationships that were cemented. The things in her life were guaranteed here. There was little to worry about.

And yet Rosalie Hale was incredibly distressed.

Her thoughts had been going in circles for entire days and she'd lately given up on pretense, so she'd been expecting a knock at her door. But she hadn't expected it to be Jasper.

He drifted over, a sense of serenity following him, but it was just him, not his gift. In his casual way, he sat next to her at the desk and folded his hands atop the smooth surface.

She closed her eyes and leaned back in her chair, taking a deep breath. As she started to apologize for her negative emotions, he spoke.

"What happened?"

He knew. The whole house knew. That was the problem with living with a psychic and a mind reader. Her dark eyes studied the wall in front of her.

It'd been her birthday weekend, the appearance of Bella making it a thrilling event to her. Not that she'd admit it out loud. But it'd gone well, even for Emmett breaking a table with his antics. After a while, Esme had been wonderful, essentially shooing everyone out the house without Bella noticing until it was too late. Her surprise at Bella getting her a gift had been genuine. And the gesture meant much more as Bella got increasingly awkward and flustered while actually trying to give the gift. It took two whole minutes of stuttering for Rosalie to just take it from the poor girl's hands and end her suffering.

She'd stuck the bow on Bella's shoulder and winked, asking if she was the real gift, before opening it. Rosalie Hale could have basically anything in the world she wanted, but the item in that box made her almost think her heart was beating. It was a small, wooden box—her guess was for giving the gift a sense of weight—that held a note simply saying, Pick one. Under it was a few pictures of Bella's truck, edited so it was actually painted a color, like Rosalie had been bitching about for months.

And then Bella started avoiding her. She'd grown surprisingly, frustratingly, adept at it in the past few weeks. Rosalie let her.

"I don't know," she said honestly. A long sigh left her as she sank deeper into her chair.

Jasper offered a slight nod. Eventually, he pulled his hands down to his lap. "Alice has had visions of Bella as a gold-eyed vampire."

She whipped her head toward him so intensely a human might've broken their neck. "What."

"You're apparently rather happy in them. As is Bella."

She was going to kill Alice. Or at least throw her off a mountain. Something.

"I know you were originally against all things that could lead to her being a vampire, but she is your mate and we all know your stance on that topic has…weakened. Completely changed, even." Jasper shifted, drawing her eyes with the motion so that he could hold her gaze. "Who are you?"

She quirked her eyebrow.

"Who are you?"

"Rosalie Hale."

He smiled, an Alice-like mischief entering his eyes. "So then be yourself. Your whole self."

She opened her mouth to object, to point out the flaws in his logic, to say she'd been herself this whole time, but then she caught on. Only Edward and Emmett were in the house. She'd hardly noticed anything lately as she just came home from that god-awful school and sat in her room. Jasper had been biding his time until Alice and Esme were away and he could talk to her without someone hovering. Alice, who'd frowned and said the future was complicated and Rosalie should just give her space and then talk to her. Esme, who'd said she'd figure out what to do.

Her smile matched Jasper's as she shot to her feet and knocked down her chair in the process.

"Hurry up before Alice gets back to fuss at all of us."

She squeezed his shoulder, smirking. "Thank you for your sacrifice."

"Oh, I'm sure I'll be just fine."

Rosalie ignored the way his smile shifted and his gaze became distant. She had something to do.

It'd taken her half an hour, and Esme would probably scold her for her methods, but she didn't care.

She blurred down the stairs of the Swan home, coming to a sudden stop in the middle of the kitchen.

Bella, surprised, squeaked and almost tumbled backwards with her chair, but she managed to brace herself against the wall. She straightened and swallowed like it could calm her heart.

They stared in the same way, and it only fueled Rosalie's determination. Silent ache that made you try to take in every detail before something slipped away from you again. Startled appreciation for what made your world spin. Casual serenity. The need to be closer.

Rosalie stepped to the table, dropping the small, black gift bag onto it.

The action stirred Bella. She looked at the bag in an almost longing way. Then she swallowed again and avoided Rosalie's eyes. "Uhm, listen—"

"I miss you." The quiet nature of her tone surprised even herself, but she didn't let it show on her face.

Although, she was now the one resisting eye contact.

"Rosalie."

Bella didn't continue, but she did sound pained.

A full minute of silence passed before Rosalie flashed her a confident smile. "I'll see you tomorrow."

It was the last thing in the world she wanted, but Rosalie left as Bella blinked. She paused in the girl's room, inhaling deeply both to steady herself and to breathe in the scent of her mate.

"I miss you too."

The soft whisper almost made Rosalie turn around. Bella had no reason to believe she was still there. But she remained in control of herself and left Bella alone with her favorite chocolates. The girl really had a thing for caramel.


Friday passed in a bit of what Bella would call pure stress. She'd expected Rosalie to come out of nowhere and corner her and demand answers. The vampire didn't strike her as one to be ignored, so it seemed a little overdue and she'd reasoned yesterday to be a gracious warning. But she'd kind of hoped their friendship would be enough for Rosalie to respect her blatant evasion of her.

Except friends hunted you down if you tried to stay the hell away from them, so really, what had she been doing and hoping for?

She'd thought she'd relax with each passing period but the opposite happened. Alice actually avoided her and once Bella realized it, she wasn't sure she wanted answers. Besides, she'd been avoiding the vampire's sister, so it wasn't her place to ask anything. Mike, the king of being oblivious, asked her what was wrong at lunch and set off a horrible half hour of dodging everyone's questions. In Biology, she kept eyeing Edward for some sign of…anything. But Edward was perfectly Edward. Instead of appreciating the development of their friendship and the fact she didn't feel the need to crawl out the window to get away from him anymore, she felt a small urge to hit him. Before class was over, she'd agreed to watching some movie with him next week.

A sense of freedom filled Bella as she left her locker. The relief was evident as her shoulders gave a twinge of pain as she finally relaxed them and focused on her measured steps. Other students bustled past her and she thought about what she'd cook for dinner.

Her thoughts vanished once she saw a small group in front of her truck. "What's going on?"

Lauren and Mike whipped around to look at her while the others glanced between her and the truck. Angela studied her with a quiet gaze and Jessica said something, but Bella didn't hear her. She was too busy pushing past them all.

There had to be at least three dozen roses in the cab and a few single ones were stuck under her windshield wipers.

Mike's voice drowned in the sound of her heart beating in her ears.

Someone slapped her.

Bella blinked into the face of Lauren.

"Are you okay?"

She nodded dumbly at Angela's question and mumbled her thanks at Lauren.

"Doesn't your admirer know Valentine's Day was last week?"

She raised an eyebrow at Mike, realizing it was the second time he'd asked that.

"So, like, no one knows who did this." Lauren crossed her arms and Bella absently placed her irritation as jealousy.

"Any ideas?"

Still reeling, Bella's eyes betrayed her.

Everyone followed her gaze to the Cullens' empty parking spaces.

"Oh my god," Jessica practically squealed.

Lauren's nose crinkled. "What? They all know she's gay and it's not like Edward would ask her out anyway."

"Oh! God, you're right!" Angela's eyes widened as she slapped at Jessica's arm and they shared an excited smile.

Mike, Tyler, Ben, and a dozen others who were just insanely curious stared at them.

"What?" Lauren pressed.

Bella threw her backpack into her truck and grabbed the roses from under her windshield.

Jessica and Angela blurted, "Nothing!"

As Bella started her truck, she heard Lauren shout her name, but she couldn't care less. She drove away trying to tell herself her cheek burned from the slap, but that didn't explain away the burning in her other cheek.

When she got home, she fussed with all the roses, cursing the living one she knew, and wondered what on Earth she was supposed to do with all of them. This had to double as a way to annoy her. Because damn, were they all annoying to deal with.

Hours later, she was just beginning to get over what'd happened.

And then Charlie came up the stairs, proceeding to do his casual knock on her slightly ajar door. "Hey, Bells, why does it smell like a florist in—" He froze, blinking at all the roses on the bed next to her.

She looked up from where she'd buried her face in her arms as a severe blush overtook her face for the second time that day. She made a choked sound.

His jaw clicked shut.

She stared at him.

Charlie cleared his throat. "So."

She sat up, tucking her legs under herself.

He idly twisted the doorknob. "Does this mean you're going to stop moping around?"

"I haven't been moping." When he came over and lifted a dozen of the roses and sniffed them, giving her a look, she grimaced. "Okay. I've been moping."

"I wouldn't say you look happy, though."

Her eyes drifted slowly instead of simply darting away and, in the back of her mind, she mocked herself because it was a habit she'd picked up from Rosalie.

"But you like her a lot."

That brought her eyes back to his. "How—"

Charlie bopped her on the head with the flowers. "Because you have these, you dummy. All of these. Tell me you didn't reject her."

"I…" Rosalie hadn't asked her anything, but Bella had all but shunned her. And clearly the vampire had some kind of interest in her. She grimaced again.

"Isabella."

Her back straightened at his tone. She blinked at him. It was weird, feeling chastised by him, but that's definitely what it was. "No one asked anyone anything."

Charlie dragged a hand across his face.

"Hey! What's that look for?"

He shook the flowers at her, countering the stern look on his face. "That girl will come knocking. And I'll let her in. She'll be pissed and drag you on a date by the ear, I'm sure."

"What are you—Hey!" She scowled, rubbing the part of her head he'd hit with the flowers again.

"I've seen you look at her."

The blush burned in her face anew. "I, she, you, I don't," she sputtered.

"Rosalie is going to be a very demanding woman, I can tell. You better get your shit together. Close your mouth, you'll let bugs in."

This time, Bella's jaw clicked shut.

"That girl comes alive just to smile at you. Why are you being like this?"

She sighed, poking at some of the flowers on her bed. "It's complicated."

"Well. Fix it." Charlie nodded. He stopped in the middle of putting the bundle in his hand down and rubbed the back of his neck. Then as he was leaving, he muttered, "I like roses. You have enough of them."


She watched Bella scowl down at her menu, hand slightly pulling her hair. Then she slid into the space across the booth with a smile.

Bella stared at her, something between panic and relief on her face, all while her heart thrummed its personal hello.

Rosalie propped her elbows on the table and rested her chin on her interlocked fingers. "I believe you're looking for a greeting. Or perhaps a compliment, or a thank you. Maybe even an apology."

Bella's jaw worked without sound before she shook her head, eyes not returning to Rosalie's. "How'd you know I'd be here?"

"Mm, you really must be off. Alice said you'd come here because Charlie didn't want you to go to the Reservation with him."

She shifted. "Well, I'm not liking the choices right now so I was actually about to leave."

Rosalie arched an eyebrow and her gaze slid toward the window, prompting Bella to look.

From inside Bella's truck, Alice gave a happy wave and started it.

"Son of a bitch," Bella muttered as she watched her truck leave the parking lot.

Rosalie offered a pleasant smile. "Is there somewhere else you'd like to go?"

Instead of answering, Bella sighed. "Nice joke yesterday."

The waitress arrived and Rosalie waved off the extra menu while Bella ordered.

She watched Bella start shredding a napkin. "I'm glad you appreciated the humor, but I hope you also noticed the seriousness. Why'd you only ask for a milkshake?"

"Not hungry."

"Have you eaten today?"

"No."

A frown pulled at Rosalie's brow, her goals temporarily forgotten. "Isabella, are you feeling alright?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"I do."

"That's too damn bad, you can't have everything you want."

Rosalie sat back.

Bella winced. "Sorry. I'm sorry, I…I'm just sorry."

As she pushed herself to her feet, obviously desperate to be anywhere else, Rosalie held out her own keys. She stared at the space her mate used to be as the sound of her car starting reached her ears.

The waitress returned, confused, and Rosalie paid for the milkshake. She pushed it to what had been Bella's side of the booth and just watched it slowly separate. She knew Bella was upset, as they could all see it in her shifted behavior lately.

But that knowledge did little to numb the twinge of hurt from Bella snapping at her. She was missing something and it bothered her now more than ever.


On Monday, Rosalie showed up to Bella's doorstep with a smirk and another dozen roses. She rang the doorbell and dismissed the possibility of her going a little overboard on the rose joke. Her mate liked bad puns anyway.

Bella's expression turned into a weird mix of defeated and pained as she opened the door. A drastic contrast to her excited heart.

Undeterred, Rosalie shoved the flowers into her grip and more or less barged into the house by giving Bella the choice of stepping back or being walked into. "I was thinking I could take you to dinner."

A sigh tore out of Bella as she went to the kitchen table and deposited the flowers there. "Rosalie."

"Bella."

She closed her eyes and mildly fisted her hand in her hair. "Please stop."

The whispered plea compelled Rosalie to move closer to her, stopping just short of reaching for her. "No."

"Please."

When brown eyes opened she saw the beginning of tears in them and her dead heart twisted. It made her hesitate. "You won't tell me what's wrong."

Bella leaned back against the table, bracing her hands on it while her gaze focused on nothing. "I can't do this."

Something cold and thick clawed its way up her throat, freezing her in place. Rosalie's previous decision didn't matter. Maybe it never did. Maybe she never expected a negative choice. Either way, she realized it'd never been something she could cope with. "Can't do what?" Evidently, the rough nature of her usually smooth voice drew Bella's eyes.

Bella swallowed. She dragged a hand through her hair. "Look at you. Look at me. I just, I'm…"

"Wonderful," Rosalie finished for her. "Annoying. Exciting. Clever."

Her jaw tensed, and again. And again. She rubbed her eyes and wiped the wetness on her jeans as she looked at anything but Rosalie. "I can't be some plaything and then spend the rest of my life holding everyone to the impossible standard of you."

That startling sense of fear loosened its hold on Rosalie and she swallowed heavily. But she was too busy recovering to say anything, too stunned to say anything.

Bella crossed her arms tightly and her shoulders moved in a jerky shrug. "I adore you. More than I thought I was capable of. I—"

"I love you," Rosalie said honestly, passionately. Maybe more than anything else she'd ever said in her entire life.

In that moment, she was certain she would've heard Bella's heart even if she was still human.

Then Bella's face twisted and her voice came out as a whisper. "Don't say that. Even if we do whatever this is and even if you guys decide to tag me into the vampire team? I can't do this and then when you bump into your mate—"

Rosalie didn't process anything else she said because suddenly everything made sense. She wanted to slap herself. She wanted to slap Alice, to slap Bella. She wanted to slap anyone and everyone. Hell, she wanted to slap the Earth itself and change its rotation. "You idiot."

The humor in her voice made Bella wipe at her eyes a little violently. "Oh, gee, thanks, Rosalie. I appreciate your concern over my feelings."

"Isabella, I've already met my mate."

All the anger and sadness whooshed out of Bella in something between a scoff and a huff and she suddenly looked more exasperated than anything else. She even uncrossed her arms to somewhat throw them up in the small space between them. "Then what the hell are you fucking around with me for?"

A small smile pulled at Rosalie's lips. She raised her eyebrows.

Shocked did not begin to describe how Rosalie felt when Bella slapped her face.

"Are you fucking kidding me? I, you. Do you even know—" She cut herself off with an aggravated noise that dissolved into a wild laugh.

"You slapped me."

Bella glanced at her reddening palm. "A little harder than I should've, yeah." Then she met gold eyes. "Why didn't you say something?"

"I didn't want you to feel as if you didn't have a choice. And," Rosalie's eyes drifted and her voice dropped, "I wanted you to choose me."

"How could I not choose you? Do you know who you are?"

Rosalie couldn't restrain herself any longer. She pulled Bella to her and wrapped her arms around her mate. A slow sigh left her as Bella's grip on her tightened. "Someone who belongs right here."

"That was good," Bella said into her shoulder, "But I'm still pissed at you."

"Oh?" Rosalie pulled away enough to glare down at her. "You think I'm not pissed at you for just avoiding me? Me, of all people. How dare you?"

"Whatever. I'm sick of your bitch ass. Feed me." She left the embrace entirely, but she also laced their fingers together before walking toward the door.


Leaving the diner, Rosalie looked at Bella when she suddenly apologized. "What for?"

Bella grimaced and gave Rosalie's hand a light squeeze. "For snapping at you on Saturday."

"I understand. It's alright."

Rosalie expected a verbal response, of course. Maybe a small, physical one as well. She did not remotely expect a warm hand to come to her shoulder and support Bella as she kissed her cheek. Her wide smile made Bella's blush deepen.

It was weird, to be doing this and feeling this way. Driving to a human's house while she held their hand and they idly talked. Rosalie Hale could have basically anything in the world she wanted, but there wasn't anything else she could think of that she wanted more than this.

She pulled into the Swans' driveway with something dangerously close to a pout on her face.

Bella noticed. "Wanna come chill in my room with me? Charlie won't mind."

"I suppose," Rosalie said casually. "I should be able to postpone my plans by an hour with minimal effect."

Brown eyes rolled as she got out of the car.

They passed Charlie, who grinned at the sight of them. He asked about their days and how Esme and Carlisle were doing. He also asked about homework and though Bella gave a smooth answer, it almost made Rosalie raise an eyebrow. Almost.

Bella whipped around upon entering her own room and glared at Rosalie's innocent expression. She snatched a dozen roses off her bed, staring at the other 48. "When did you even do this?"

Rosalie smiled.

In what was realistically an odd gesture, Bella shook them at the vampire. "Stop giving me these!"

She sat against Bella's headboard and pulled some roses into her lap, toying with the petals. "I'm the gift that keeps on giving."

Bella groaned at the pun. She shifted some of the flowers to her dresser so that she could throw herself down on the bed. "Well I'm sick of it."

"You're sick of me?"

She rolled onto her stomach and pulled free one rose's petals before throwing them all over Rosalie. "You're the only Rose I care about."

Rosalie flashed her a dazzling smile, enjoying the increase in her heartbeat. Then, in a swift motion, she removed every petal from the dozen flowers in her lap and threw them into Bella's face.

"Hey!" Bella popped off the bed, spitting a stray petal out of her mouth, and threw two dozen, intact roses at the vampire.

A couple minutes later, after much yelling and the sound of a book flying, Charlie opened Bella's door to see a wild flurry of rose petals and many more littering the room. In the sudden silence, Rosalie and Bella stared at him and he decided to just close the door and walk away.

The ruckus immediately continued.


A/N: I could've also titled this, "In Which Rosalie Buys Every Damn Rose In Forks." But damn, that got really gay at the end. Like, hella gay.

Rosalie stays theatrical, I don't care what the fuck she says lol Bitch, that was too many damn roses.

Okay, okay. Taking my ass to finish chapter 20 of Black Star and work on 21. See you guys later!