Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or anything associated with the series. Please don't sue.
A/N: I don't re-read what I write after I've written it. I just use spell check and then call it done. So there are probably lots of mistakes; I apologize in advance for them.
Thankfully, Rosalie had let me up to get dressed while she went back into the bathroom to do something to her hair. I wasn't sure what she was going to do because I had thought her hair was already done, but I really didn't care. I was more than thankful that she had given me the chance to get dressed in private. We were going to be leaving for the airport soon and then we would be spending the day traveling in planes and cars until we got home. I didn't want to spend the day in the clothes I had worn clubbing the previous night. I wanted to wear some comfy clothes that I could easily sleep in. I didn't have my clothes in Rosalie's room, so I had a very good excuse to leave.
"Rose, I'm going to my room to get some clothes." I told her after I had quickly gotten dressed in the old clothes. Since that moment on the floor when I was naked, Rosalie hadn't mentioned anything about us being… married. I didn't want to talk about it, I just wanted to ignore it until I could figure out what I could do. I was hoping that if I didn't say anything about it, either would Rosalie. But Rosalie does what she wants, when she wants. I didn't know what she was thinking or planning and that made me nervous.
I would have left without saying anything, but the bathroom was right next to the door to exit the room. If I hadn't said anything and Rosalie saw me leaving, since she had the door open, she would say something when she saw me. I didn't want to risk doing or saying anything to annoy her. At least not until I could figure out what do with the whole… marriage thing.
"While you're there, you should also pack so we can be ready to go on time." Rosalie said from the bathroom as she messed with her hair.
"Sure." I answered and quickly moved to the door, careful not to look in Rosalie's direction. If that was all she was going to say, I was more than okay with it. But of course, Rosalie wouldn't be Rosalie if that was all she would say.
"If Edward gives you any problems about our marriage, let me know and I'll be sure to mess with his piano without him knowing." Rosalie said and I could imagine she had a smirk and was looking at me with a studious gaze to judge my reaction.
I had to bite my tongue to not make a sarcastic remark. My head was still hurting too much to have a battle of wits with Rosalie; especially a battle of wits that I was basically guaranteed to lose. I only made a very unladylike grunt of agreement, or at least what I thought was a sound of agreement, before I left. Rosalie didn't try to stop me from leaving, so I assumed she was okay with my response. For now at least.
I rushed back to mine and Edward's room. It took a few moments of stumbling with my key card for me to get the door opened. I was so nervous about what I would see on the other side of the door that I could barely keep the key card in my hand. When I finally got the door opened, it was to a dark room. The blinds were shut tight and I could see Edward on our bed, lying on top of the covers. I assumed he hadn't been able to set the alarm last night and was suffering from a hangover like I was. So, I moved around the room to get a glass of water and some Tylenol that I knew Edward had packed for us in his bag. With those on the nightstand, I woke Edward up as gently as possible.
"What did we do last night?" Edward groggily asked before he popped the pills into his mouth and swallowed with the water.
"I don't remember anything." I said as I moved to sit closer to him on the bed and leaned my head on his shoulder. He didn't seem to be suffering as much as I had. The lucky jerk.
"Either do I." Edward said as he rubbed his face with his hands in an effort to wake himself up some more.
Without thinking about it, I used my left hand to take his hands away from his face and held one of his hands. It was a move meant to give him some sort of comfort while he tried to get himself oriented. What I hadn't realized was that he had looked at my hand as it grabbed his. That meant that he had seen what was still on my hand because I hadn't thought to take it off.
"Bella, what's that?" Edward asked in a tone of voice that I couldn't place.
"What's what?" I asked with my eyes closed while I was snuggled up to him. It was nice to be snuggled up with him like there were no worries in my life. He helped to calm me.
"On your hand Bella." Edward said in a nearly angry voice as he grabbed my hand and pulled it closer to his face.
I could feel the color in my face drain as I finally realized what he was talking about. The blissful, or at least comfy, bubble I had just placed myself was rudely popped as he looked at the ring on my finger. I had no idea what I could tell him; I wasn't much for lying. Everyone could always tell I was lying so it just wasn't worth it. I would just have to tell him the truth, or at least the little of the truth I knew of. I was really worried of how upset he would be about the whole thing.
"It's a ring." I meekly answered.
Edward clearly didn't like the answer. He not so gently threw my hand away from him, almost hurting my shoulder from how hard he pushed it away from him, and then stood up to start pacing. He combed his fingers through his hair as he paced, muttering things that I couldn't even pretend to understand.
"You married her?" He asked in an accusatory voice.
Married her? So he knew? I could feel my anger rise and I stood to start to pace, but opted not to pace because he still was and there wasn't much room for the two off us to pace with my luggage still thrown over the room. It was something I learned early on in our relationship, Edward was definitely the neater of the two of us. So I angrily stood next to the bed as I realized that even though, not two seconds ago, he told me that he didn't remember anything, he had clearly lied about it.
"Married who?" I questioned with an accusatory tone in my own voice. I even stole Rosalie's signature move and arched my eyebrow in question.
Edward immediately stopped his pacing as he realized his mistake. For a moment, he looked like he regretted it. As quickly as he looked regretful, he just as quickly looked upset again.
"I can't believe you actually went through with it." He said as loud as he could without actually yelling. He was probably trying his best to keep as quiet as possible to make sure our neighbors, which included three of his siblings, didn't hear him.
"So you did know." I said, matching the volume of my voice to his. I didn't want our friends to hear either but I was just as mad as he was. And he wasn't the one that woke up married.
"Of course, I was there when Rosalie threw a fit when I asked you." Edward said as he once again wiped his hand threw his hair. I think it was just because I was mad, but that action was really starting to annoy me.
"I thought you didn't remember anything from last night?"
"I remember some things, just not everything. That's what usually happens when people get drunk Bella." He said in a very condescending voice that made me grind my teeth in annoyance. "I just didn't think you would have gone through with it. How could you let her talk you into it? Did you really not want to marry so much that you married her to get out it?"
"Really Edward?" I yelled, not caring if our friends heard or not. Edward was being stupid. My life has just been turned upside down and he was acting like he was the real victim in the situation. "I don't remember anything after we decided to go out drinking last night. How do you think I felt when I woke up and was married to my best friend? A best friend who I thought was just as straight as I was. Am! As straight as I am." I closed my eyes as we both registered my slip up. I had thought I was making him understand everything I was feeling but when I made that mess up, all the understanding I had given him was gone. I don't even get why I said that.
"As you were?" Edward asked, sounding as disbelieving as I felt. I opened my eyes to once again see him comb his hair with his fingers. I wanted to shave his hair off so he wouldn't do that anymore, but something told me that that wouldn't happen. "Is there something you want to tell me?"
"Yes Edward." I said in the most sarcastic voice I could manage. "I didn't want to tell you until we had made all the arrangements, but Rosalie and I are actually lovers. We've been together since I was in second grade." I started marching around the room, gathering all my things and tossing them in my suitcase. Luckily I wasn't like Alice, Rosalie or even Edward who packed so much that everything had to be packed just right to fit in their several suitcases. I was more like Jasper and had some room to spare in my suitcase so I could lazily repack. And then there was Emmett whom I'm fairly sure only packed one outfit, I just didn't have any proof of it. "Really Edward? Are you still drunk?"
"Well excuse me Bella. But I had thought my girlfriend would have better sense than to get married to another woman. Much less to my own sister."
Edward stood in the corner of the room as he watched me angrily pack my suitcase. At least he had his hands in his pajama pockets instead of combing his hair. That would have annoyed me and made me more upset because of the annoyance. So I was definitely glad he wasn't doing that as I quickly packed my things.
"It's not like I actually chose to Edward." I said as I walked around the hotel room one last time to make sure I hadn't missed anything. I knew that if I did, Edward would either pack it in with his things or he would give it to Alice since we were technically fighting and Alice would somehow fit it in with her things. "I was drunk. I don't even remember anything that happened, that's how drunk I was. Are you really going to hold me responsible for that?"
"Everyone is responsible for their actions. Whether they're drunk or not." Edward said with an almost sneer on his face that I nearly wanted to slap off his face.
There were so many things wrong with what he said, but I didn't want to talk to him. He was being stupid and I doubted that anything I said to him would make him change his mind and stop being stubborn. He wanted to be the victim, so I would let him be the victim. There was nothing I could do to change his mind while he was being both stupid and stubborn.
"I'm not even going to comment on that Edward." I said as I pulled my suitcase off the bed and let it loudly bang onto the ground. "I'll see you when we leave for the airport." We were all obviously sharing a shuttle to get to the airport. I didn't want to see him until then because I wanted a chance for both of us to cool down before either of us said something we would regret.
"So you're going to run off to your wife to comfort you, instead of talking through this with your boyfriend?" Edward asked incredulously.
"Argh!" I yelled in anger, not even able to articulate the thoughts that ran through my mind.
I slammed the door shut behind me and ignored the looks I received from the few other people that were also in the hall; which include Emmett with a full ice bucket. He looked like he was about to say something but when we made eye contact, he turned back around to his door and started to open the door. I angrily marched to the elevators so that I could go back up to Rosalie's room. I had actually wanted to go to Alice's room, but seeing Emmett there and realizing that I didn't want to be around them until I knew if they knew what happened and until I could get a better grasp about what was happening. Since I didn't want to risk suffering through their questions and Emmett's teasing, I figured Rosalie's room would be the safest option.
"You're still in your clothes from last night." Rosalie commented from the bathroom, a quick glance showed me that she had moved on to doing her makeup. "I love how you look in those clothes, but you remember that you actually shouldn't wear the same thing twice in a row right? Especially when the clothes are dirty."
With Rosalie being the type of woman that loves clothes and style, I had always been subject to her appraisal of my outfits and her compliments when I managed to get an outfit that looked above average. Hearing compliments from her wasn't uncommon. But after what she had told me earlier, I could hear that her words weren't as innocent as they had sounded to me in the past. I felt my face flush red and quickly turned away from her to walk further into the room and past the bathroom.
"Um, I didn't really get a chance to change in my room." I opened up my suitcase and started to go through the different things to find a new and comfortable outfit to wear. As I was going through my clothes I hadn't heard Rosalie walk up. I didn't know she was behind me until she wrapped an arm around my waist and leaned her head on my shoulder, causing me to freeze in my spot.
"You could wear this and this." Rosalie said as she pulled out an outfit for me from my suitcase. "I know that you like to sleep away your plane and car rides. These should be comfortable enough to sleep in."
Her voice sounded much too close to my ear for comfort. I could feel her breath on my skin and it was all I could do to not try and move away. Her grip on my waist that kept me pressed against her also helped to keep me from moving away from her.
"Um, yeah. I guess I will." I nervously said, not sure why I sounded so nervous. But I did understand why I was so thankful when Rosalie pulled away from: I was able to breathe properly again.
"Now, why don't you tell me why you came in here so upset?" Rosalie sat down at the table in her room and started to eat a breakfast that wasn't there when I had left. I also couldn't help but notice that there was more than enough food for both of us to eat. Even though I didn't want to eat it because I was sure Rosalie would make a comment about it, I also wasn't about to turn down free food. Being a broke college student had quickly taught me that turning down free food was incredibly stupid.
"I'm going to take a shower and change first."
I was delaying. I didn't want to talk about the fight Edward and I had. I was still trying to wrap my mind around how Edward thought the way he did. I probably would never understand. But I wanted a chance to talk with him first. I didn't want to talk with Rosalie before I had a chance to sort through my thoughts.
I walked into the bathroom, made sure the door was securely shut, disrobed and quickly got into the shower. I had just started to wash my hair when I heard the bathroom door open. I accidently dropped the shampoo bottle from the shock and had to fumble to catch it and then to quickly grab it off the floor.
"Then I'll just finish putting on my makeup in here while you tell me." Rosalie said from inside the bathroom.
"I'm taking a shower." I pointed out, my voice a bit higher than normal.
"Yes dear, the water and steam coming from the shower head was a bit of giveaway, although you being under the water just really gave it away." Even though I had the water in my ears, her sarcasm came through crystal clear. "What happened to make you so mad? Was it something Edward said or did?"
"Can't we have this conversation when I'm not in the shower?" I nearly whined, my face much redder than I thought should have been allowed.
"We could have it while you're getting dressed, but I didn't think you'd appreciate that as much as I would." How much redder could my face get? "I want to know sooner rather than later what happened. So, what did my stupid brother do now?"
I hadn't moved since I had picked up the shampoo bottle. I still had it gripped in my hands. I had nearly grabbed the shower curtain to wrap it around me but I figured as long as Rosalie didn't try to open the curtain, I would be okay. I was never more thankful that the hotel still had the availability to have the curtain instead of just being a tub or a shower with sliding doors. As long as Rosalie stayed near the mirror that was several feet away in the large bathroom, a bathroom bigger than my own bathroom in my apartment, I wouldn't have to risk tearing the curtain in an attempt to cover myself. I didn't think she would do anything but after all that had happened in the last few hours, the parts I remember and don't remember, I wouldn't put it past her to do something that dramatic.
"Just wait until I'm done here and dressed, please?" I full out begged. Couldn't I have the bathroom to myself?
"You're my wife Bella and you were very upset. You left the room only mildly confused and in the span of only ten minutes, you came back completely upset. That's a new record, even for Edward. I want to know what he did or said so that I could retaliate accordingly." Rosalie answered, thankfully not moving from her spot.
"But I'm in the shower." I couldn't think of anything else to say. What more could I say?
"Bella, we were lying naked in bed all night last night." Rosalie dead panned, causing me to drop the shampoo bottle again in shock. I had completely forgotten about that. I could feel a headache coming on from all the blood rushing to my head. "We're married dear. Talking to each other while in shower isn't uncommon. It's possibly less uncommon for one partner to be outside the shower to talk to the one inside the shower. Would you like me to join you so our conversation won't be as uncommon?"
If I had the shampoo bottle in my hand, I would have dropped it again. Thankfully I hadn't had a chance to clear to my head yet to be able to pick it up. But her question definitely shocked me out of my stupor.
"No!" I yelled as I quickly ducked to get the bottle in another attempt to finally wash my hair. "I mean, no. Don't, please." I could hear Rosalie's husky laugh at my remark as I finally started to put shampoo in my hair.
"Calm down Bella. We only ended up naked in bed last night because we were both drunk. Some of us drunker than others. We crashed as soon as we got our clothes off." I could hear a pout in Rosalie's voice and braced myself for what was about to come out of her mouth. "We'll have to plan our honeymoon for when we have more time to ourselves. I definitely don't want to have our friends with us on that trip. I want you all to myself so that when we're late to something, we won't have to apologize to anyone for being late."
It wasn't until I could feel the soap running down my forehead and into my eyes that I realized that I stopped moving because of the shock of her words.
"Damn it." I muttered as I quickly and blindly tried to get the soap out of my eyes and then out of my hair.
"Do you need me to come in there to help you? You seem to be having a lot of struggles." I wisely chose not to say anything in case it would give Rosalie more ammunition to embarrass me. "But you need to stop changing the subject the subject my dear, what did Edward do?"
I sighed, louder than what was probably called for, and thought briefly about what to say. I didn't see the reason to tell Rosalie, except she was, or rather is, my best friend. I talked to her all the time about the different things that happen between me and Edward. She was a big help when Edward had broken up with me a while back. She could cheer me up when even the little ball of sunshine Alice couldn't do it. That was why she was my best friend, nothing more though; just my best friend. But now that the issue between me and Edward mostly involved her, Edward had briefly complained about me spending so much time with Rosalie but I had never complained to Rosalie about it, I didn't want to talk to her about it. I wanted more time to think about everything that had happened. I wanted a chance to google a way to remember everything I had drunkenly forgotten. Google has all the answers, it had to help me with this one. I was sure that once I remembered what had happened, I would be able to at least think a bit clearer about things.
"We just talked." I eventually answered as briefly as I could.
"And of course just talking automatically leads to Edward pissing you off." Rosalie said then paused and before I could think of something to say, she continued talking. "Then again, it is Edward. Chances are you two were talking about the weather and he would say something stupid to piss you off. But if you could be a bit more specific, that would be great."
"He just said some things that I didn't like." I said with a huff of annoyance as I turned off the shower.
"What kind of things?"
I peeked my head out of the shower, making sure the curtain stuck in place to ensure nothing would be at risk of showing. Rosalie had her hip leaning against the counter as she stared directly at me. It was the stare that always got me to do what she said. If it wasn't for the fact that I was wet, naked and the towels were out of reach, I probably would have given in to anything the stubborn blonde wanted. But I had another idea that I thought was ingenious.
"If I tell you, will you leave me alone to get dressed in piece, with the door closed with both of us on opposite sides?" I asked in a shamelessly pleading voice.
"Yes." Rosalie answered way too quickly for me to be okay with that. But again, I was wet, naked and my towel and clothes were out of reach. There was no way I was going to ask Rosalie to hand me anything, so I was going to ignore the voice in the back of my head saying to be cautious.
"Fine, he just said some things about… us getting married that I didn't like." It was a struggle to finally say it out loud and when I did finally say it, it didn't sound at all like I wanted it to sound. "I mean that Edward was mad that I had done it, even though I was drunk and don't remember any of it, and he was mad that it wasn't with him. He said some things, things I can't even recall off the top of my head that just really pissed me off."
"Interesting."
She didn't say anything else. Not even her face gave anything else away. I didn't know if I needed to be concerned or not. But I opted not to think about it any longer because she left the bathroom. I stayed put until she was out of the room. I didn't want to leave before she closed the door, but she paused with her hand on the handle, just a few inches before it was closed.
"Um, Rose? Are you leaving?" I was going to ask if she was okay, but I felt that would have led to a whole lot things that I didn't want to get into.
"Breakfast is out here waiting for you Bella. I want to run downstairs and check with Alice on something she had borrowed from me. I'll be back shortly."
She closed the door before I could even just open my mouth so I could remind her that phones were invented so that we didn't have to leave our rooms. Especially when last I saw, the blonde still had a few things to pack. But I heard her slam the door to the suite shut and decided that I should just get dressed as quickly as possible so that I wouldn't be naked when she came back. I figured it would be better to get dressed, eat the free food and then take a different and long way down to Emmett's room to hang out with the bear of a man to wait for our shuttle instead of waiting with either Rosalie or Edward. I was sure that being around either of them would either really piss me off or utterly embarrass me. I didn't want either.
